Yo, grandpa is here

Chapter 8 Identity
In the grass, there was a man lying down, the blue shirt on his body was soaked in blood.

Fortunately for Chen Qingqing, Yu Buli passed out.

If he saw this bloody scene, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

There were multiple lacerations on the man's body. The fatal wound was in the throat. He was bitten by wolves so badly that he should have injured a blood vessel.

Looking at this injury, I can't survive.

The voice of the man calling for help became weaker and weaker. Seeing someone coming, he struggled to take out a bamboo tube from his arms.

"Yujiagou Ancestral Hall"

Before the bamboo tube was delivered to Chen Qingqing, the man fell to the ground and swallowed his breath.

Chen Qingqing closed her eyes for him and sighed.

He stood up and looked around, except for the wolf that Yu Buli hacked to death, there was no pack of wolves.

This wolf should be the lone wolf that Yu Buli found the footprints. It is emaciated and has a poor coat color. It is an old wolf.

It's just that this man was unlucky. If he had met Chen Qingqing and Yu Buli earlier, maybe he wouldn't have had to die.

Chen Qingqing grabbed the bamboo tube in the man's hand, and was about to open it to have a look, when Yu Buli woke up.

"Don't come here!" Chen Qingqing saw the blood all over the ground, worried that he would faint again.

But he turned a deaf ear, strode over with a pale face, pressed her shoulder, and glanced up and down.

After confirming that she was not injured, I let go of my heart.

"I'm fine. This was given to me by the man on his deathbed."

Chen Qingqing stuffed the bamboo tube to him and told him to turn around and look.

She grabbed the bundle that was thrown on the ground and opened it.

This is what the dead man left behind.

She wanted to cover the dead body with a furoshiki to cover the blood and prevent Yu Buli from fainting again.

Opening the package, there are several sets of clothes inside, and some scattered silver, with a piece of bamboo under it.

Chen Qingqing covered the deceased, grabbed the bamboo piece and read: "Picture the body, the surname is Yu Niuzi—why would someone be named Niuzi?"

Yu Buli, who had already read the letter in the bamboo tube, frowned upon hearing this.

"Girls don't swear."

Niuzi, in the northern dialect, is not a good word.

"It's not what I want to say. His name is Niuzi, and he has the same surname as you. It turns out that the 'ID card' of this era looks like this."

This piece of bamboo is the ID card that Chen Qingqing mentioned before, and it is called a photo sticker in this time and space.

The basic information of the holder is engraved on the bamboo piece, who is the surname, where does he live, and what surprised Chen Qingqing most is that the physical characteristics of the holder are also engraved on the back of the bamboo piece.

"According to the body sticker, he is six feet tall - he is about the same height as you, how tall are you?" Chen Qingqing asked.

"1.8 meters five."

Chen Qingqing made a quick calculation: "In this era, one foot is about 28 centimeters, which is close to the size of the Ming and Qing Dynasties."

People who are engaged in construction are particularly sensitive to weights and measures.

"What was written in that bamboo tube of yours?" Chen Qingqing asked.

The two checked the information, and pieced together the life history of the deceased from the photo stickers left by the deceased and the letters in the bamboo tube.

The deceased was named Yu Niuzi, 26 years old, lived in the capital, and was a scholar.

The war in the capital continued, and he traveled thousands of miles to join his clansmen in his hometown.

The letters in this bamboo tube are all between him and his relatives in his hometown. Yu Niuzi went to Beijing with his parents when he was still a child, and he has not seen his relatives in his hometown for more than 20 years.

"He mentioned his sister in his letter. It seems that his sister died on the way."

Chen Qingqing flipped through the package, and sure enough, she saw a small plaque at the bottom, which said Yu Chen.

There is also a wooden hairpin.

"Yu Chen, isn't it my younger sister?"

"The memorial tablet is his wife, and the wooden hairpin is rather young, so it should belong to his younger sister. In ancient times, a dead girl could not enter the ancestral hall, so he only brought back his younger sister's hairpin."

This Niuzi brother is really miserable.

There were three people when we set off, and only one person remained after walking all the way, and now there is no one left.

"It seems that the outside of the mountain is not very flat. According to the information conveyed in the letter, Yujiagou is safe."

Yu Buli frowned thickly, the letter gave too little information, and he couldn't judge how far Yujiagou was.

"Can you analyze the type of bamboo used to make body stickers?" Chen Qingqing asked.

"Like bamboo."

"I'll find a way to get two yuan later, and I will engrave it accordingly, so we will have a household registration?"

Chen Qingqing is extremely grateful to her chicken baby's mother, who threw her into various remedial classes since she was a child, and gave her so many useless skills.

"This ancient identity card is not difficult. Just carve a few random marks on the bamboo, it's just a body photo sticker. As for the way to go far away?"

Chen Qingqing picked up a thin piece of paper in the bamboo tube, on which was written the reason for leaving the city, stamped with the seal of the government, very hasty.

"Carve a seal with a big radish, and I can imitate it in batches."

Chen Qingqing's specialty which is useless in modern times is enough for her to carry out false testimony in ancient times.

"Do you have the materials?" Yu Buli calmly pointed out the blind spots. It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice.

The two looked at each other, Chen Qingqing clasped her hands together, and said sincerely to the deceased:

"Brother, I offended you."

The two dug a hole on the spot and buried the dead under the tree.

Chen Qingqing made a mark on the trunk for later identification.

She and Yu Buli are newcomers and have the ability to produce false certificates, but suffer from lack of materials.

I can only change into the clothes of the deceased, borrow the identity of the deceased, and temporarily hide in Yujiagou.

After studying the situation clearly and forging his identity, he will find a way to get the deceased back and realize his wish to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

According to the deceased's letter, he hadn't seen his family members in his hometown for many years, and those people would certainly not recognize him.

After the two buried the dead, they picked out two clothes from the dead's package and changed into them.

Yu Buli was about the same height as the deceased, and his clothes fit him well. As long as he put on a headscarf, his hairstyle could be fooled.

Chen Qingqing wore the deceased's clothes, which were wide and long, and she could only tear off a part of the hem. The belt was so tight that it looked strange.

After the two of them sorted out these things, it was almost noon.

My stomach is rumbling and I have digested the roasted bird I ate in the morning.

"Roasted the wolf?" Chen Qingqing looked at the thin old wolf.

"It's better not to, wolf meat has a lot of sand, and the smell is strong, it's not tasty, if we can't get out of the mountains before dark and eat wolves, if we can go out, we'll find a place to sell wolves and donkeys together. "

Chen Qingqing narrowed her eyes.

"Why do you know the taste of wolf meat? Poaching?"

"I haven't eaten it. It's a saying passed down from my ancestors. My ancestors were bandits." His eyes wandered, and he looked very guilty.

Chen Qingqing clicked her tongue twice.

"Why did the bandit family raise such a gentle and upright guy like you?"

Yu Buli said without shame: "I have a genetic mutation, so I am very gentle."

On the ground, the dead wolf whose head had been beheaded by him opened his eyes, staring at his death.

If the wolf can speak, it must be extremely wronged—how gentle can a person who chops off a wolf's head be?

In the end, they ate some wild fruits to satisfy their hunger. The dead wolf was tied to the donkey, and the two continued on their way.

Fortunately, I arrived at the foot of the mountain after walking for less than an hour.

A man carrying firewood came towards him. Chen Qingqing took a look to make sure that this man was not one of those people who worshiped ancestors and engaged in feudal superstition last night.

well.

　I don't know if wolf meat contains sand or not.

　　The reason why I wrote sand is because my mother said.

　　It is said that a wolf ran into the yard of my grandfather's house and took away the family's precious property, the chicken.

　　My grandfather chased the wolf with a shotgun like a tiger, killed the wolf, and came back to stew.

　　My mother was only a few years old at that time. According to my mother's memories, it was very unpalatable, and the meat was all sand.

　　If anyone in the comment area dares to refute me, I will report whoever eats wolf meat against the law!Wolf wolf is so cute, how dare you eat it
　　
　
(End of this chapter)