In 190 AD, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was put down, but the turmoil in the Han Dynasty did not stop, but intensified.

General He Jin's head was missing during the Shi Changshi Rebellion.

Xiliang Dong Zhuo finally got the opportunity to enter the capital and occupy the capital, Luoyang.

This magnificent chaotic world seems to have just begun.

Luoyang City is surrounded by Mang Mountain to the north, Yique to the south, the Luoshui River running through it, Hulao Pass to the east, and Hangu Pass to the west. It is surrounded by mountains and extends in all directions. There are many great passes, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack. There were 13 battles in history.

It is not unreasonable for a dynasty to have its capital here.

However, at this moment, this majestic city is looking gloomy and gloomy.

Outside Luoyang City.

Groups of refugees set up tattered tents in the wilderness in small groups. Not to mention the bark of the nearby trees, even the weeds were dug up by the refugees. Looking around, only a patch of the once prosperous area was left.

desolate.

Every day, the refugees can only survive by cooking a pot of extremely thin rice porridge from the small bags of coarse rice distributed by the government.

The sky was a bit gloomy today, as if it was going to rain. On the official road, horse-drawn carriages passed by slowly.

Looking around, we saw a few big men arriving at the simple tents set up by the refugees.

At this time, several adults dressed as servants were greeting them hard: "Come on, Mr. Wang has summoned 20 coolies to take care of two meals. Come and sign up."

"Brother Meng, you're in charge of two meals! Shall we go?" A tall and thin man swallowed his saliva, became agitated, and looked at his companion next to him and asked.

The man next to him who was called Brother Meng spat, and quickly grabbed the tall and thin man: "Don't go, those so-called masters are all bastards, and they will send us to death!"

After saying that, Meng Geer raised his eyes, pointed at the big men, and continued: "If we dare to be lazy for a while, those people will give you a severe beating right away."

"But after all, we have two meals to eat!" the tall and thin man hesitated.

"Two meals? One steamed bun counts as one meal, do you believe it?" Meng Geer smiled contemptuously.

"Then we might as well stay here. At least we can survive with just one porridge a day." The tall and thin man shrank his neck and stopped paying attention to those people.

After a while, several big men lost interest when they saw that no one came to answer the call, and went straight to the next refugee camp.

"Brother Meng, why haven't the officials come to distribute rice today?" the tall and thin man asked again.

"Just wait, it should be soon." Meng Ge shrank down, as if he wanted to hide his body in the shabby clothes.

"Really? Those officials won't be greedy for all the rice, right?" The tall and thin man walked up to him and leaned close to him, as if he could find peace in this way.

Meng Geer shook his head: "Huh, those officials don't look down on these coarse rice. Besides, this is the emperor's feet, they don't dare to go too far."

After hearing these words, the tall and thin man finally calmed down and seemed to feel at ease.

With a little interest, he couldn't help but look at a young man not far away, and chuckled: "That man is really stupid. At this time, he still 'sells his body to bury his father'. There is an official who is in need of someone, who can really take care of it?"

When you are full, your ancestors’ graves will be filled with smoke.”

Meng Geer looked around and saw a young man in thin clothes kneeling next to a corpse on the roadside. Next to it was a small wooden sign that neatly read "Sell your body to bury your father".

The boy's clothes were patched and very dirty. It looked like they hadn't been washed for a long time. It was just because they were patted frequently and there was no dirt on them, so they looked much cleaner than theirs.

The boy can also write! Meng Ge'er can't read, but he heard from others, and now that he sees this interesting character with his own eyes, Meng Ge'er just thinks it's funny. Others are crying and begging others to take them in, and just asking for a mouthful of food.

Without the official asking for it, this young man still wants to sell it at a high price?

Sure enough, he came from a scholar's family, his brain was damaged by reading.

No matter what others think, the boy is still there, ignoring other people's eyes.

In fact, I don't even care.

The boy was Ji Shu. During the war, Ji Shu followed the refugees to the capital. At least he could eat rice porridge one day in the "refugee camp" in the capital.

It is precisely because of this that Ji Shu has lived until now, but how long can he live?

You might as well just die here.

Ji Shu was very hungry, so hungry that he felt dizzy. He was wondering: Why is it like this?

How many days has it been? How many days has it been since I have been in this world? I can’t remember how many days and nights it has been.

In a daze, it seemed like I was drinking wine, eating hot pot, and singing songs in the restaurant a few days ago.

Unexpectedly, I had a headache and fever, so I ran to see Yiyong for help, but was stabbed to death by the gangster. When I woke up, I found that I had traveled through time.

Alive! Time travel! I should probably be grateful. But the reality is so cruel.

The scene before the village chief's death came to mind again.

Endless regret and disgust welled up in his heart. It was a nightmare that Ji Shu could not forget.

Are there any people in that village still alive?

I don’t know. Because Ji Shu escaped.

He escaped and survived. He and other refugees flocked to the capital.

When I was hungry, I fought with others like hungry wolves for a piece of tree bark or a piece of grass root! I finally made it to the capital alive.

This is his time travel!

You might as well just die here!

"Hey, this writing is okay. Hey, you want to sell yourself to bury your father?"

An ethereal and melodious voice woke up Ji Shu, who was confused and thinking wildly.

"yes."

Ji Shu raised his eyes tiredly and looked forward. A young girl stood gracefully in front of him.

What kind of beauty is that?

The girl was just dressed in plain clothes, and the crimson gauze seemed to be dancing in the wind.

She has long oblique bangs and a white band tying her soft black hair into a single ponytail, giving her a dashing appearance.

Just the cute look of standing there with his head tilted is like a breeze that can blow away the haze in people's hearts.

Maybe there is no other woman who can compare with her, the young man thought.

The girl was so beautiful that when her clear and bright eyes looked at her with pity, the boy was ashamed and ashamed.

In the gloomy sky, a few rays of light shone through at some point, and the trance made everything less real.

Ji Shu was stunned, this figure was deeply imprinted in the young man's eyes.

"Is it an angel?"

Did he faint from hunger? Ji Shu's mind was a little unclear, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy?

The girl didn't understand what the boy meant. She frowned her beautiful eyebrows in distress and said, "What is an angel? I am a heroine who rescues people in distress! Hey, what's your name?" As the girl spoke, she seemed to cheer for joy.

, seems to be very happy because of what he said.

"Ah? Ah! My name is Ji Shu." Ji Shu, who finally came to his senses, blushed and lowered his head.

How shameful, have you never seen a beautiful woman? Although this body is still young, Ji Shu always feels that he has lost all his 20-year-old face.

"Aren't you going to sell yourself to bury your father? Take these ten taels of silver and buy a coffin. Come to me after you finish your father's funeral."

After the girl finished speaking, she put the money into Ji Shu's hand, turned around and left, looking extremely chic.

Ji Shu was stunned and quickly said, "Huh? But I still don't know where my benefactor lives?"

"Ah, I forgot!"

The girl was startled and turned around. She no longer had the heroic demeanor of the heroine just now. Her face was slightly red, and she said forcefully: "When you finish your work, come to Situ's Mansion in the city. Just tell the servant at the door my name. Remember."

Come on, my name is Wang Qingyu."

This is a daredevil with a simple mind, little experience, and sweet dreams! Ji Shu thought about the rude words in a funny way.

A ray of light seemed to fall from the gray sky.

This kindness must be repaid!

Ji Shu looked at the woman's back and secretly made a vow in his heart.

Wait! Situ Mansion? The surname is Wang? Wang Yun’s daughter? Is there one?

Ji Shufeng was in a mess.
Chapter completed!