Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 1 Country Playing Cotton Lang

[In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for joy all day long.

Flowing water, falling flowers, spring is gone, heaven and earth. 】

——Nantang, Li Yu.

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In the hot summer, the linen shirt is drenched with sweat.

Qiao Shan carried a log pier on his back, wore an ill-fitting sackcloth shirt, and slung a cloth bag made of leftover material. He looked up dejectedly, and saw that the village in front of him was full of dilapidated courtyard walls and rough paths made of stones. .

A gust of wind blew by, and I didn't feel the coolness, but I was disheveled by the dust!

he walked behind,
There was an old man in front of him.

The old man was carrying a huge strange wooden object with a long tendon pulled from it, which looked like an enlarged bow.He was wearing a plain blue sweater with a yellowish white blouse underneath, a coarse hemp rope around his waist, his trousers rolled up to his calf, and he was dragging worn-out old cloth shoes. He looked about 50 years old.

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The two walked aimlessly through the small village, one behind the other.

The old man's spirit is much better than Qiao Shan's, and he is yelling hard with his head up and his voice open:

"Bomb~ Cotton!"

"Bomb~ Cotton!"

The yelling is not clear, with a unique smoky hoarse voice,
It sounds out of tune.

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The donkey in the village couldn't bear the summer heat, and was lazily hiding in the donkey shed with his head down and his tail wagging.

When the two passed by the donkey shed, the black donkey yelled in unison with the old man's yelling like an actor.

"Bomb~ Cotton~"

"咴咴~"

"Bomb~ Cotton!"

"咴咴咴儿~"

"...Hey! This ass!"

"咴~"

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Qiao Shan was walking behind the old man, and now he didn't care about the dirty sleeves, he wiped the sweat off his head indiscriminately, and complained feebly:

"I said youngest, can you stop shouting, the donkey is almost killed by you! It's so hot, let's calm down for a while... Also, didn't you say that we are here to find the Eighth Route Army? The cotton bow is so heavy, how can you find the Eighth Route Army with it on your back? Let me tell you, throw it away as soon as possible!"

Throwing away the broken wooden pier I was carrying...

Qiao Shan thought to himself.

This has connected three villages in a row, and I haven't seen anyone who wants to play cotton!

The youngest saw through Qiao Shan's careful thinking at a glance, and hurriedly said: "You can't throw it away! This is the guy we eat! Uncle Shunzi, don't think you are my elder, but you are still young. As the saying goes, you can't do things well without a hair on your mouth. If the Eighth Route Army can't find it, we still have to rely on this guy for food, don't you think..."

……

It's this set of rhetoric again...

Qiao Shan's head was stunned by the chanting, he waved his hands and said:

"If you don't throw it away, don't throw it away, but should we find a place to rest now?"

A few hours ago, Qiao Shan still had the strength to argue with the youngest, but now he just wants to find a place to rest!

too tired!
Tired, thirsty, and hungry!
Growing up so big, it was the first time that Qiao Shan rushed so hard that his head became dizzy.

He thought he might be suffering from heat stroke!
Looking up, he saw a shady place under a big tree in front of him, Qiao Shan managed to gather up his remaining energy, hurried over in two or three steps and sat down on the shade of the tree.
I made up my mind, this time I will not move no matter what the youngest says!

……

……

Qiao Shan knew that he had crossed.

When he realized this, he felt lucky in his heart...

...Fuck!

In fact, time travel is not impossible, but can you give me a little reminder so that I can be mentally prepared?

What do you do with the huge deposit in my bank card?
I have worked hard for several years and saved money, but I have never been willing to spend it!

more importantly,
The browsing history in my mobile phone has not been deleted yet! ! !
……

After a lot of tossing and finding that he really couldn't go back, Qiao Shan, who recognized the status quo with tears in his eyes, finally had no choice but to accept his golden finger——

A "book without words" that exists in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mean surface,
Not a single word.

Although the heavenly book looks very high-end, the body of the book is full of golden light and purple air, and it still exists in the consciousness visualization, but not only cannot communicate, but can only use the mind to open the first page of the heavenly book!
The most speechless thing is that there are no words on the first page!
[True Wordless Heavenly Book]!
Ha ha!

What a tattered golden finger!Pit!
……

However, after some research, Qiao Shan found that this heavenly book was not useless. After opening the first page, Qiao Shan found that there were some more memories in his mind for no reason.

This feeling is like a person who has forgotten the old things in his memory and remembered them again at a certain moment.

But it's not his memory!

The owner of this memory is called Shunzi, which is what the youngest called "Uncle Shunzi".

Is a young cotton player.

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Cotton plucking is an ancient poor profession,

The poor people would go from village to village to pick cotton with their cotton pluckers on their backs during the slack season in spring and summer.

Playing cotton requires a large bow, which is two meters long, and the bowstring is made of beef tendon.A cotton-stripping bow comes with a hardwood hammer that is used to strike the bowstring, creating enough vibration to make the cotton fluffy and pliable.

There is also a large hardwood plate that is smooth and smooth, which can press the fluffy cotton and cotton thread tightly and firmly. This is what Qiao Shan is carrying on his back at this time.

This three-piece set is a must-have for a cotton man.

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Qiao Shan originally thought that he died suddenly after drinking, and his soul was seized and traveled to another world.

After all, it is written like this in online novels.

But when he borrowed water to drink at a fellow villager's house before, he found that his face was reflected in the water tank, not the face of Shunzi in his memory.

I actually time-traveled in my real body!
Moreover, relying on the inexplicable memory, Qiao Shan knew that he had traveled to a world of anti-Japanese war. The combination of "Lao Yu Shunzi" and the cotton bow also made him vaguely familiar, as if he had heard of it somewhere.

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But for Qiao Shan now, none of this is the most important thing.

He didn't eat yesterday afternoon,
Just to drink away his worries, he got drunk with a plate of peanuts!
After waking up from a hangover this morning and realizing that he had time-traveled, Qiao Shan first ran across two barren hills emotionally, and once made the youngest think he was possessed by a ghost.

After realizing that he couldn't go back, he accepted his identity as "Shunzi" and drove for a few hours, walking and yelling with the youngest.

Judging by the position of the sun, it should be two o'clock in the afternoon now!
He is starving to death now!
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"Youngest, I lost all my dry food..."

Qiao Shan opened his clothes to fan the wind, and opened his empty satchel, with a look of lovelessness.

There is no dry food!

The youngest, carrying a cotton bow, leaned against a tree and said:

"Who made you go crazy in the morning and run around all over the mountain...Uncle Shunzi, we agreed to go out to find the Eighth Route Army yesterday! To be honest, are you scared? Want to go home?"

"Who said that! Where am I scared? I haven't woken up yet, I'm sleepwalking!"

Qiao Shan glared at the youngest.

"How many times have I said that! Don't call me Uncle Shunzi, I'm... Oh, forget it! You can call me Uncle if you want, I won't suffer anyway."

Rubbing his stomach, Qiao Shan murmured:
"Youngest, what do you think we should do now? We can't starve to death, can we?"

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Facing "Uncle Shunzi" who was looking at him anxiously, the youngest member helplessly spread his hands:

"Uncle Shunzi, look, I don't even have a pocket on me. Where can I get food? The dry food and money we brought before we went out were all with you before!"

It's not just that the dry food is gone,
Qiao Shan lost the piece of ocean he brought with him when he went out!

The youngest chased Qiao Shan for two mountains, so he was naturally very hungry now, but he has been living in troubled times, unlike Qiao Shan who is a modern person, who is very experienced in starvation and has long been used to it.

The youngest raised his trousers and tightened his belt very skillfully.

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Qiao Shan pursed his lips, raised his head, rested his arms behind his head, and lay lazily under the tree, staring dully at the few rays of light falling through the branches and leaves, and said blankly:

"It seems that we have to go begging today..."

Although when they first entered the village, the two borrowed a ladle of water from the peasants' homes in the village to drink, but no matter how full this thing was, now that it was exposed to the hot sun, it had already turned into sweat and oozed out of the body surface, which intensified the feeling of hunger .

The youngest can hold on, but he can't!

But it's a bit embarrassing to come to beg for food on the first day of time travel...

Qiao Shan's mood was very twisted, and he was caught in the entanglement between dignity and survival, but as his stomach protested more and more, his survival instinct became stronger and stronger.

"In this war-torn era, begging for food doesn't seem to be uncommon... If it's not possible, let the youngest go to a fellow villager's house to beg for a couple of buns..."

Qiao Shan tilted his head and looked at the thin old man who still had the strength to yell, thinking about it.

I am an elder,
It should be reasonable for you to ask for a bun!
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　Newcomers seek cover! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)