After reading these words carefully, Chen Xie sighed in his heart that this guy is not useless. A line of words flashed quickly on the screen: Do not treat me with derogatory words, otherwise I will start the program to reduce the service level.

"I promise!" Chen Xie panicked and raised his hand to express his compromise. A smiling face on the screen gradually faded.

Huh! Chen Xie, who breathed a long breath, finally had the opportunity to examine his luggage. The jeans put on the back bag. When he opened it, he saw that the things inside had changed. The box was still there, the instant noodles became a pack, the canned food became one, and all kinds of medicines and supplies were the same. Chen Xie was a little panicked. That's all, what about other supplies?

Chen Xie was lucky. When the derogatory words were still brewing, his watch vibrated, and the screen showed a line of words again: Everything is in the bag, you don’t have to see it. Before it is consumed, all you can see is this. Well, I will enter a dormant state. In the next month, if you do not return to the distant view of modern society, you are not allowed to disturb my dormant.

Chen Xie was mentally prepared for the shuttle to do such irresponsible things. He touched the gun holster on his waist and thought of the famous saying "The hard one is still there". During the military training, he bribed the instructor with a pack of profits and shot a pistol. Humph!

Feeling that he had finally regained some face, Chen Xie mustered up the courage to carry a denim backpack and walked forward with a hard time. After walking a few steps, he realized that the weight seemed to be thirty or forty kilograms. Why is so much weight so much? No matter what!

Chen Xie, who was moving forward, soon came to the carriage. A middle-aged man dressed in a certain official in the movie, two servants wearing short shirts wearing patches, looked at Chen Xie with surprise rather than alert eyes. The middle-aged man even took the initiative to step forward and bowed, "I'll invite this guy!"

Zhang Yao is a famous gentry in Dengzhou City. There is a village outside the city. He received a report from the servants in the village early in the morning, saying that his father's illness was recurred. In the past, it was more serious in autumn and winter, but this year he became sick in midsummer. This trip can prepare for his funeral.

Hurrying back, I didn't want to walk halfway, the axle broke. It took ten miles to go back. Zhang Yao must be unable to walk, so she had to ask the servant to go back and get a car to pick him up. While waiting, she saw a young man in a strange outfit coming. At first glance, he didn't think so. He was wearing a short shirt and thought he was an ordinary traveler. When he walked in, he looked at it and saw that he had a very special temperament. How could he say it? He was very confident! And if he looked at his clothes carefully, he found that it was abnormal. Although it was a short shirt, the black and white plaid pattern could not be dyed just by wanting to dye (plaid T-shirt), and then the pants (jeans are wear-resistant), it is also a kind of blue that he had never seen before.

Color, I have never seen such a color cloth in the entire Denglai area, and it looks very strong at first glance. Looking at the foot, the style of a pair of shoes (solder sneakers bought at the same season and discounted price) is even more peculiar. Looking at the relaxed way he walks, you will know that the shoes are extraordinary. Looking at the big bag behind him, the color is similar to the pants, and the style is extremely strange. Walking with such a big bag on his back, he doesn't look tired. Moreover, this young man looks like a monk at first, and he looks tall, fair-looking, and clean, and he looks even clean. He looks like a family with wild vegetables and steamed buns. Looking at his dressing, he is not a monk, and he doesn't know where he comes from.

Seeing the young man coming, Zhang Yao decided to attack.

"This gentleman invited me, and I'm here to go. Chen Xie, who is from America on the other side of the ocean and is a descendant of the Southern Song Dynasty. Seeing that Mr. is here, how dare you ask Mr. Taifu?" This is the identity that Chen Xie had thought of, and I think this country bumpkin can't see any flaws.

"Zhang Yao, Dengzhou, a good official language spoken by my brother." The Ming Dynasty's official language was Nanjing dialect (some say Fengyang dialect). Chen Xie's hometown is only 200 kilometers away from Nanjing, and his accent was greatly affected. In the ears of Zhang Yao, a Shandong man, it is official language. In fact, it is not very standard, it is just a little reliable.

"It turns out to be Mr. Zhang. How dare you ask where this place is?" When Chen Xie asked the question again, Zhang Yao was a little confused. He thought that you didn't even find out the place. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that he had found the answer. This kid's outfit, let alone ordinary people, even if he saw it, he would have a little hiding away.

"Haha, this is Dengzhou Prefecture. Turn around and walk ten miles along the avenue, and it is Dengzhou. Zhang came from there and was about to go to his own village. However, the axle on the road broke, so Brother Chen might as well take his own care." Although Zhang Yao was curious about the reason for Chen Xie, he wanted to chat with him for a while to relieve his boredom. It was really boring to wait. This guy looked like a well-educated child. Although he dressed a little weird, everything on his body was unusual, such as the watch on his wrist. Zhang Yao had never seen it. Zhang Yao had a temptation in his words, so it depends on Chen Xie's reaction.

"It turns out to be Dengzhou, that's Jiaodong Peninsula." Chen Xie's geography was still right. He talked to himself and bowed to Zhang Yao: "That's it, thank you sir. I'll go to Dengzhou."

When Zhang Yao saw him turn around and leave, he would never have any intention. It can be seen that what he said was true, so he quickly raised his hand and called him, "Brother Chen, wait!" Chen Xie stopped and looked over with a questioning look, with a little vigilance. It was said that it was very chaotic. There were local tyrants and evil gentry everywhere, and many gentry colluded with bandits and fish in the countryside. The Chongzhen Dynasty was even more chaotic, and it was both Jurchen and bandit, and the standard chaotic times.

"Brother Chen is just going like this, I'm afraid he can't enter the city." Zhang Yao explained with a smile, and Chen Xie said in confusion: "Why do you say this?"

"Brother Chen came back from the Americas, but I think there was no road guide. Dengzhou Naijun Town, there were military troops checking at the city gate. If there was no road guide, he was taken as a detailed work of the Donglu. These rough men killed the body, there was no reason to say. If you can make a small contribution, why not to take down Brother Chen? " Chen Xie understood Zhang Yao's words. People in the Ming Dynasty needed a local introduction letter to go out. Without this thing, those who served in the army could legally rob. If they were really locals, it would be fine. Chen Xie was a damn time traveler. Who would he find to protect himself?

"So that's it, thank you for your advice. But how should I enter Dengzhou City?" Chen Xie was a little dizzy. Damn it, he threw himself in this place, or a military town, and he had to introduce him to the city.

"Young man passed by Zhang as if he had believed in it. You might as well follow the next way, turn back and go back, and take the young man to the city."

"Will this not cause any sir?" Chen Xie was still very conscientious and did not care about his life or death. Zhang Yao laughed and said, "Zhang is in Dengzhou City, and he still has some face. The young man is calm and he turned around and asked someone to lead the young man to the yamen to explain his origin. Zhang made a bag for the young man to ensure that the ground in Dengzhou is unobstructed."

At this time, a carriage came across from the other side. Zhang Yao smiled and said, "The car is here, why not get in and talk while walking."

Chen Xie was not polite either. He was a newcomer and had a dark look. It was a good thing that someone was willing to take him on the road. Anyway, the pistol was in hand, and the swords, guns and sticks of the Ming Dynasty could not stop him. This kid was not stupid and bold, but had no good choice. He secretly told himself to be careful all the way and take one step at a time.

The carriage is very slow. It is not that the horse cannot run, but that the road is too bad and the bumpy dirt road has not been repaired for a long time. It is just this dirt road, and it is impossible to get on the car after it rains, and it is almost almost trapped in the pit.

The two chatted in the car, both Zhang Yao asked about their origins, and Chen Xie replied. Fortunately, Chen Xie was well prepared before, and the general meaning was that the descendants of the Southern Song Dynasty survivors returned to search for their roots thousands of miles, and after countless hardships, they finally returned to their hometown.

"I think that when I returned from America, I traveled thousands of miles and had countless difficulties. All the followers died at sea and set foot on the land of my hometown for a lifetime, I was really mixed with emotion." Chen Xie summarized Chen's words, Zhang Yao listened very seriously, and he really didn't hear any clues. He didn't know whether there is America in this world, but there must be some Westerners. There are some Franji people from Haojing, Guangdong in Dengzhou City.

"So that's it. In this way, the guy must have known Franjiman." Zhang Yao made the final test. After all, Chen Xie's origin is unknown, so he should try it again.

In history, only the Portuguese were staying in Macau by fraudulent means. Chen Xie knew this. As for whether Macau was called Hao Jing before, Chen Xie didn't know. Whether it was known or not was not the point. It was not the point to fool a Ming Dynasty person who had basically no correct understanding of the world. Chen Xie found it difficult.

"Sir, are you talking about the Portuguese? There are nearly a hundred countries of all sizes in the West, such as Spain, Portugal, Netherlands, English, France, etc. These foreigners all have similar appearances, but their words are different. In general, English is the only language of circulation." Chen Xie didn't know how to pretend to know. In fact, English has always been the words spoken by the slut in Europe, and French is the mainstream language. Now the overlord of Europe is Spain, and there is nothing wrong with those pirates in the British Isles.

In other words, Zhang Yao didn't understand these things at all, and when he said this, he believed it.

The car staggered into a village. Along the way, I saw several yellow-skinny villagers bowing their bodies to greet Zhang Yao. Zhang Yao was very arrogant and nodded with a pose, even if he had greeted him.

When the car was parked in front of a large yard, an old man rushed forward and said, "The master is back, and the doctor left behind his words. It's tuberculosis. The old man is afraid he can't get through this winter."

Zhang Yaoru was struck by lightning, her body shook, almost unable to stand firm, and her rosy face was covered with blood.

Seeing him like this, Chen Xie couldn't help but raise his hand and said, "Wait a minute, what disease did the old man get? I'm a little bit practicing medical skills, but I have some folk remedies in my hand, which may be able to help."

Zhang Yao was startled, and then she was like a mouse falling into the water catching a life-saving straw. She grabbed Chen Xie's hand and asked hurriedly: "The doctor said that my father had tuberculosis. Can you have a way to treat it?"
Chapter completed!