Sure enough, after a while, Zhao Xin walked slowly through the woods like an old man who got up early for a walk. As expected, Jiuzang couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning when he saw him at first sight.

"Oh my God! There are people so tall in the world!"

When Zhao Xin approached, he saw the stunned Jiuzang and said casually: "Awakened? It seems that he has recovered well."

"This is Dianxi, why are you stunned?"

Under Li Ji's reminder, Jiuzang knelt down in panic.

"The villain is a hunter in Ximuwu Village, and he has been hiding for a long time. Liji told me that it was the medicine given by the Palace that saved my life. The villain can't repay your kindness even if he is a cow or a horse."

Seeing the hunter who was only about one meter five meters tall crawling at his feet, Zhao Xin frowned and said after a while: "Get up and talk."

The accent of Liji and his wife was enough to make him feel a headache, and the words of Jiuzang were even more obscure. He couldn't understand half of the short sentences, so he could only guess.

Although both of them are from the same vassal state, one is in Dafeng Town and the other is in Ximuwu Village, and the straight-line distance between them is about fifty miles.

In ancient times, ten miles were different, not to mention fifty miles, with many mountains separated by a large number of mountains. Even in another time and space, it would take as fast as one and a half hours to take the train between the two places.

However, it is only September now, and there are more than two months before the shogunate transport of gold. He decided to get a good language during this period, and at least communicate without any barriers to accomplish major tasks.

Thinking of this, he gestured to Shino and said, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet? Let's talk about it after I have something to finish eating. Shino, go and cook a pack of noodles I brought back yesterday. No, two packs. Forget it, I'll do it, you can watch from the side."

"Yes." Shino instinctively responded. In fact, she had only a little understanding of Zhao Xin's Tokyo dialect in later generations, but the other party waved to her to follow her.

For Kuzo, Riki and Shino, today is the first time they have eaten noodles in their lives.

It is said that wheat was introduced from China to Japan as early as the Heian era, and the method of making noodles was brought back by monks who asked for Dharma at about the same time.

The problem is that in the next few hundred years, wheat did not dominate the food culture of the island country, and its main function was nothing more than sacrifices in religious rituals. The custom of eating noodles was only spread in several temples in the Kansai Homo Country.

The official record of noodles in the Edo period was that after Zhu Shunshui went into exile to Japan, facing the warm hospitality of Tokugawa Mitsuko, the lord of the Mito family, there was nothing he could do, so he had to let his own chef make a bowl of noodles. After tasting it, the other party praised it very much.

In fact, the custom of eating noodles among the island people began in the era of "dark famine", but it was only buckwheat noodles with yam powder added. Due to the cold climate during the six-year famine, the rice harvest was bad, and cold-resistant and high-yield buckwheat was widely planted. The people survived the long hunger years by relying on two cups of buckwheat noodles a day and gave it more meanings later.

As for ramen, it will take until the Meiji era to bring it to Shandong people.

The water in the pot was boiling. Under the curious eyes of Liji and the other two, Zhao Xin pulled out a handful of snow-white noodles and put them in.

The slender noodles collapsed in the boiling water in a blink of an eye. Zhao Xin used chopsticks to tweak it a few times, then covered the lid of the pot. After only a dozen seconds, he picked up the lid of the pot again, took the water cup that had been prepared early from Shino's hand, poured the cold water inside, and calmed down again in the boiling pot again, and then he covered the lid of the pot.

After more than ten seconds, the water in the pot boiled again. Zhao Xin picked up the lid of the pot, first turned off the switch of the kerosene stove, then picked up a piece of it with chopsticks and tasted it, nodded with satisfaction. Then he picked up the noodles in the pot into a silicone bowl.

Then, he poured a pack of miso soup seasoning bags into the bowl, poured half a bowl of noodles, sprinkled some seven-flavor powder, and a bowl of noodles that seemed to be a good match for him was done.

"Whoever eat first?"

"..." Li Ji and the other two looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.

In their opinion, no matter how kind Zhao Xin is, he is still a master and a palace master; and he is a servant.

Zhao Xin vaguely understood what was going on, so he could only shake his head helplessly and asked Shino: "Have you learned it? You can cook it yourself."

Shino nodded vigorously. She had already recorded every step of Zhao Xin's noodles, and it was not difficult.

Soon, Liji and Jiuzang took their own portion. They didn't care about the hotness, and they finished it in just a few bites, both of them looking unsatisfied. Zhao Xin knew that they were not full, so he asked Shino to cook again. He also wanted to see how much people who were engaged in physical labor could eat these days.

The cooking pots used for outdoor camping are generally not big, so Shino had to keep cooking, and Riki and Kuzang kept eating. One pot after another, this "breakfast" was eaten for more than an hour.

I ate a pack of noodles of 500g in total! That was ten pounds. If Zhao Xin hadn't forced to stop him, Jiuzang wouldn't have put down the bowl even if he had been to death. He was afraid of starvation!

What a good guy! Zhao Xinxin said that if he wanted to eat this, the little food in the tent would not last for three days. He bought noodles just to save trouble. Now it seems that he still has to buy rice. And just buying rice is not enough, meat, oil, pickles, etc., too.

He remembered that in the sword and halberd films and dramas he had watched before, the diet of ordinary people in the Edo period was poor, and the source of energy intake was carbohydrates. Being able to have a grilled small fish was considered a big dish.

By the way, there is also the most important thing, sugar! It can not only replenish enough energy, but also bring people a sense of happiness.

After breakfast, the formal conversation between Zhao Xin and Jiuzang began.

"Are you full?"

"I'm full. I've lived for years and have never eaten so much. The palace is a living Bodhisattva!"

"My food is not for nothing."

"Dianxi, let me have enough food and not be hungry. My life is Dianxi!" Before he finished speaking, Jiuzang kowtowed to Zhao Xin a few times.

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Li Ji, who was standing beside him, thought that Dianzhan was saying something that people couldn't understand.

In order to facilitate understanding, Zhao Xin spoke very slowly and strived to be concise in every sentence. After he repeated it again, Jiuzang probably understood it and kept kowtowing.

Afterwards, Zhao Xin asked Jiuzang why he begged Li Ji to rescue him. After a lot of effort, he finally understood.

It turned out that his parents, wife and children were starved to death in Akita and they were too late to bury them. He wanted to restrain his bones and take them back to Ximuwu Village for re-burial.

Another thing is that when he was hunted by the Hirosaki Samurai in Akita, he hid the "arakatube" that was equipped with bows and arrows and tools in a tree hole. These things were very precious to him. Apart from the single bow made of purple shirt wood, several arrows were also made of thousands of materials, and I really couldn't bear to lose them.

Regarding the more than 30,000 people who fled to Akita, Zhao Xin has learned through historical information that most of them starved to death on the way out of seclusion. But what is the specific situation is, he hopes to get more answers from Jiuzang.

However, whenever he asked about this, the latter started crying loudly without saying a few words, speaking obscure dialects. Liji and Shino must have understood more than Zhao Xin. Both of them looked pale and kept trembling.

Anyway, Zhao Xin understood one thing, that is, the refugees died too miserably. But he really couldn't ask what the specific miserable method was.

In the next few days, Zhao Xin would talk to the three of them when he had time, and used the Tokyo accent of later generations to correct the three of them, and occasionally taught them a few Mandarin. After chatting a lot, he probably understood that as a hunter, Jiuzang was not only good at archery skills, but also a master of poison use.

According to Jiuzang, they would have a plant poison called "suruku" on the arrow; if a person or a wild beast is shot, it will soon be paralyzed and have no ability to resist. However, Zhao Xin spent a long time trying to figure out what kind of plant it was.

It was not until a few days later that he saw a tree on the way to Yarishima that he realized that the thing was aconite!

The reason why he wanted to go to Yarishima with Kuzo was that he was not at ease with Riki's work. He asked the couple to go alone and if they brought one, two or three, he would really have to change his career and open a shelter.

Still the same thing, there are too many people in it, and it is difficult to control. Nowadays, food is more precious than gold in the chaotic world. Zhao Xin has no worries about food and drink here. If he can't prepare, there will be someone malicious. He only has two kitchen knives on hand, so it's okay to fool people; if he stabs people, he really can't do it.

Liji and Shino also came with him. Zhao Xin felt that instead of leaving them in the camp, it would be better to take them out for a long time. Besides, these two have no self-protection ability, and it would be quite troublesome if they were discovered.

Zhao Xin and his team's camp are located in a valley five kilometers southwest of Dafox Town. From the map of later generations, the straight line distance from there to Yarima is about five kilometers. It seems not far, but the actual itinerary is at least twenty kilometers, and it takes several mountains to cross.

Because of Zhao Xin's unusual dress and height, the four of them dared not walk on Yuzhou Street in a noble way. Instead, under the guidance of Jiuzang, they bypassed the small villages in the Baishen Mountains and walked through the primeval forest.

Speaking of which, Li Ji saved Jiuzang and saved him right. This Ainu followed his father to hunt in the mountains at the age of seven or eight. He spent six or seven months wandering around the Baishen Mountains for more than ten years. After more than ten years, he was quite familiar with the terrain of this mountain area.

They set out at noon, and the scenery along the way was very beautiful. The valley was not affected by the volcanic eruption. The peaks were like the arms of Thousand-Handed Guanyin, extending towards the valley to the west. The thick and straight fir trees grew densely, exuding a rich fragrance.

Jiuzang told Zhao Xin that this area was all "Imperial Mountains" of the Hirosaki vassal family, which was the private territory of the vassal lord Tsugushinying. Although in order to deal with the famine, people were allowed to go into the mountains to chop firewood and collect wild vegetables, no one dared to move the thick fir trees. The trees were generally over one hundred years old, and some were even two or three hundred years old. Therefore, in the eyes of the mountain people, they all became divine objects and could not be offended.

Zhao Xin couldn't help but sigh: "The scenery is really good! It's hard to imagine that there are hells on earth everywhere outside the mountain that are hungry."

Well, his good mood stopped at noon the next day. Because when he was about four or five miles away from Yarima, a faint stench began to float in the air, and the more south he went, the heavier the smell, and it was lingering.

There was no choice but to take out the prepared mask and send one to Liji and the others.

Due to the limitations of the terrain, when they were one kilometer away from the gates of Yari Island, there was no way to go and they could only turn to the narrow post road. When the four of them carefully turned over a valley, a rotten smell coming from their faces almost suffocated them.

Zhao Xin has seen rotten dead rats, dead cats and dogs. Although the smell is smelly, it can still bear it. What he smells now is hundreds of times more terrifying than the stench of dead rats! It is more like dozens of rotten eggs, hundreds of dead mice, and the rotten smell of moldy vegetables. It is not an exaggeration to describe all the "stinky things" he could imagine in his memory.

Even though Zhao Xin had read the relevant information in another time and space, he thought he had made enough psychological hints before and on the way, the scene in front of him still stunned him and his hands and feet were cold. It seemed as if a handful of broken glass was stuffed into his throat. Every breath eroded the flesh and blood, making it difficult for him to speak.

Next to the narrow and rugged mountain road, more than a dozen people's heads and dozens of people's feet were arranged in a mess, and some people with little flesh and blood were also placed. A group of flies buzzed in the autumn sun, weaving the breath of death into a sticky sound net; white maggots covered their limbs, occasionally revealing their skin swollen due to high decay, with strange oil, and yellow-green pus slowly flowed along the broken limbs.

"Ah~!!"

"Ah~~!!!"

Riki and Shino were shocked and looked nowhere. They took two steps back unconsciously and fell to the ground almost at the same time. Although they were scared, their voices sounded dull because they were wearing masks.

Jiuzang didn't shout, but just sighed heavily. However, when he turned to see what his new owner was reacting, he was surprised to find that the person was gone.

At the same time, on the secluded mountain road leading to Yarima in another time and space, Zhao Xinyi suddenly flashed under a tree and pulled off his mask, vomiting wildly, or the kind of snot and tears flowing together.

The scene just now was so eye-catching that his first reaction was to escape.

He has never seen it! Even if there are even bloodier scenes in horror movies, who doesn’t know they are all fake?

What a great day, I saw it real!

After almost vomiting, Zhao Xin found a stone to sit down, lit a cigarette, recalled the bloody scene, and tried to find an answer.

"What happened? Why did those corpses become like that? The government executed? But I have never heard of anyone who chopped his feet and encountered wild beasts? No... Jiuzang said that there were no beasts in Baishen Mountain. Even if a bear had already hidden in the deep mountains, it would never be possible to run to the post road to attack humans."

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure it out. He twisted the cigarette butts on the moss-covered stone, took out the jade pendant from his left pocket, and gently knocked it on the ground. In an instant, a large pile of things, including several large boxes, filled his feet.

Well, this guy has not yet fully mastered the use of jade pendants. Every time he picks up something, he will take it all out. All the things inside will come out, and he can only take back the items that he doesn't need to use.

After a long time of busyness, all the other things were taken back, leaving only the crossbow and two knives I bought the previous two days.

The crossbow was bought at a hunting shop, 150 pounds; there is a foot buckle in front, and there is an optical scope close to the crossbow holder. In addition to the three original carbon arrows, he bought thirty aluminum arrows according to the store's recommendation.

The reason why people recommend aluminum arrows is not only expensive, but mainly because the shaft of the aluminum arrow is high in strength and there is no risk of explosive pole (arrow body shattering). Of course, if the hunting target is an animal with a small size, there is not much difference between the two.

Knife is a kitchen knife that specializes in dividing large tuna. It was bought at a hardware store in Hachiho City. The local fishery is well developed and there are many hardware stores selling knives. Anyway, as long as you don’t take it abroad.

Although it is just a fish cutter, it is definitely a good match for the 18th century samurai sword. The blade has a total length of 66 cm and is made of white steel. It has a carbon content of about 1.1%, a hardness of up to 60, and is extremely sharp.

The only disadvantage of this knife is that it is expensive, and the price is more than 30,000 yuan per piece, which almost shocked Zhao Xin. It's a scam!

However, in order to promote the sale, the store owner told him something interesting. In 2007, an employee of a fishery company in Yoneko City, Tottori Prefecture used this brand of tuna knife to fight three gang members with short swords. As a result, the three gang members received lunch boxes, and the staff was unscathed. They became famous for a while.

OK, just fight for this, you must take it!

Feeling that everything was ready, Zhao Xin started talking to himself again. Whether it was psychological hints or self-comfort, he felt that having weapons alone was not enough.

"Don't be afraid. It's okay, just pretend it's all fake and you're making a movie. It's just a flash, no one can do anything to you..."

In the 18th century on the other side, since Zhao Xin disappeared, Li Ji had overcome the initial panic and began to complain about Jiuzang, and the more he spoke, he became more and more angry.

"...Anyway, it's all your fault! If you hadn't led this way, you wouldn't have encountered such a thing, and Dianzhi wouldn't have left! Since we met Dianzhi, he has never bid farewell without saying goodbye."

“…”

Faced with Li Ji's accusations, Jiuzang, who was simple in character, was speechless and could only squat on the ground with his arms in his arms, burying his head like a quail.

He never expected it!

Finally, Jiuzang raised his head and defended him: "Didn't you say that Dianzhan is a god? Why are the gods afraid of corpses? If these few were afraid of being so scared, what should I do if I saw more than I could see more? Alas~~ I wouldn't let Dianzhan come if I had known that I wouldn't let Dianzhan come, I'd just go there myself."

It was fine if he didn't explain, but after saying this, Liji jumped up and said angrily: "What does it mean to run away? What does it mean to be afraid of corpses! Explain it clearly to me!"

Shino comforted him, "Okay, okay, stop arguing. Wait a little longer, maybe Tanishi will be back in a while."

Li Ji was tired after scolding him for a long time, but he kept turning back and forth. Now he couldn't move forward or retreat, and he could only smell the rotten smell and wait.

Another stick of incense has passed, and Zhao Xin still did not show up. He was already anxious and even more panicked.

Before leaving, for safety reasons, Zhao Xin took away all the tents, food and all the supplies, and asked them to clean up the traces of life. So even if they returned, the three of them had no place to stay.

Nowadays, food is short of food everywhere, and not a few dozen people starve to death every day, but hundreds of thousands.

Riki and Shino were so shocked that their hair was blown up. They really didn't understand how such a vicious thing could have happened.

In fact, since this summer, incidents have emerged one after another, and the vassal department can't control it at all, so it's better to turn a blind eye.

For example, there was a peasant family in Aomori who died one by one due to hunger, leaving only father and son, and the son was almost out of reach. The father found his neighbor and said that my son would die in a few days, and then it was me. But I can't do it. Let's do this, kill my son, his body...you know.

He was the only one left in the neighbor's family. He agreed happily and got the promised part of his father afterwards.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Unexpectedly, two days later, the father without a son attacked the working neighbor with an axe and killed him. Then he dealt with his neighbor and son like pickled salted fish, and lived for more than a month.

For example, a craftsman's wife deliberately refused to give her children food. The child was so hungry that she cried loudly. The craftsman was very angry and blamed her. However, his wife said something terrible, which made the craftsman unable to refute.

"Now we squeeze out the small amount of food for the child to eat. He will not be full anyway. If he dies in a few days, wouldn't that be wasted? Why not take advantage of his breath...what do you think?"

The craftsmen were convinced. So they not only saved a small amount of food, but also added "a salted fish"...

In fact, Jiuzang had told Zhao Xin that these rumors were communication obstacles, which led to the latter not understanding them at all.

And even though he has read a lot of historical information about "Dawn Famine", he is not a professional historical researcher. Most of the despicable and horrible events of human nature are recorded in notes from the Edo period. Even if there is a scanned version on the Internet, his Japanese level is difficult to understand.

Just as Li Ji and the other two were sitting in the distressed city, they heard a slight sound coming from behind. When they looked back, they were overjoyed.

Dianxi has appeared!

Zhao Xin, who returned to the 18th century, first comforted his three subordinates, and then began to distribute weapons.

"Liji, this knife is for you."

"knife?"

With a question mark on his forehead, Li Ji took the tuna knife in a wooden sheath. As soon as he pulled out a piece, a ray of silver light shot straight into his eyes, and he couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. He thought to himself, baby!

"I'll use the crossbow for you for a long time."

Jiuzang took the hunting crossbow and three aluminum arrows tremblingly, looked at it carefully for a moment, and was very surprised: "Why did the weapon given to me by the Temple so similar to 'Amabo'?"

Amabo, a trigger trap used by the Ainu people when hunting. Its main structure is a simple crossbow, plus a base and a trigger cable. The crossbow body, trigger and bow are made of yew trees, and the strings are made of whale tendons.

This kind of trap is generally set very low, usually slightly higher than the knees of a person, and is hidden in the grass, especially during the late spring to autumn, which is difficult to detect. Because the arrows are full of aconitum poison, once you get hit in the wilderness, you will be almost helpless.

This thing is surprisingly good at hunting bears and deer. The Ainu people cleverly set the height and length of the trigger trip rope at the position of the bear's nose when he lowers his head. When the bear triggers the trap while sniffing around, the arrow shot is exactly the position of the heart.

In fact, not only the Ainu people, but also the Hezhe people on the coast of Northeast Asia and the Feiyakar people on Sakhalin Island were used. Later scholars have verified that after the crossbows of ancient China were introduced into the Northeast, they eventually spread to the Ainu society.

In fact, Japan's army was equipped with crossbows during the Lu Ling era (Tang Dynasty in China). However, in the tenth century, the Sakato Samurai Group emerged, and these guys who like to show their personal courage preferred to fight immediately. The heavy crossbow was really inconvenient to use, and it was not as flexible as the bamboo and wood composite bow. In addition, the maintenance difficulties caused the crossbow to withdraw from the stage. By the time of the Warring States Period, muskets were introduced, and the crossbow would be even more useless.

"Try it and see if it works." Zhao Xin said, signaling how to string the hunting crossbow.

After hearing this, Jiuzang tried to draw a trick. However, when he pressed his foot against the ground and stepped on it with his foot, he could only touch the bowstring with the front end of his finger, and could not pull it at all.

This is troublesome. Although this hunting crossbow uses a metal connecting rod winding method, it is really not good to have no strength. If your fingers cannot reach the position, it will not be used at all.

Zhao Xin has never been involved in crossbows before, so he ignored a key point when purchasing, that is, the length of the crossbow body must match the height of the user. That is, the crossbow body must be supported on the belly, bent down, and your hands can be directly hooked to the string.

Of course, his height of 1.8 meters is fine, but if it is only 1.5 meters long, it would be strange if he can play!

There was no choice but to take back the hunting crossbow and give Jiuzang another tuna knife that he had originally planned to use for him.

The group of four people were ready and set off again.

Except for Jiuzang, the other three thought that the pile of broken limbs was already terrifying enough. Unexpectedly, the more they walked, the more hungry people were corpses. Finally, when they arrived more than 100 meters away from Yarishima Pass, the terrifying Shura Hell appeared.

Zhao Xin didn't know how to describe everything he saw.

In another time and space, the quiet and beautiful mountain road had now turned into a festering intestine, steaming with the corpse fog that was about to vomit. The black clouds caused by the rotten fly flies were pressing down, and Zhao Xin and the others had to add another mask outside the original mask. But even so, the stench still kept drilling into the nose.

The dead hungry people were stacked up and winding from their feet to the south, like an endless signpost. The maggots were squirming up and down in the black flesh and blood, and the semi-melted rotten flesh and flowing body fluids spread the narrow mountain road into a blood-colored quagmire.

What is most terrifying are the "human-shaped fruits" hanging from the low branches beside the road. They are dead babies hanging on the branches. Their swaddles have been torn to pieces, and their intestines that are pecked by crows are hanging out. When blown by the wind, they are like dark red pendulums.

No matter how heartless Zhao Xin is, no matter how he is, he will be unfaithful, and he will be overwhelmed when he sees such a scene.

When he fell sad eyes on the strap tied to the baby, tears burst out. It should be the belt of the mother. They tied the child to a high place before they fell to death, hoping that the body would not be eaten by wild beasts.

Unfortunately, I can’t guard against animals and birds. Everything is futile.
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