Chapter 1662: 0 Years of Vicissitudes

In the dream, today is a sunny day with gusts of wind, and it is rare that the top of Hidden Mist Mountain is not surrounded by fog. In addition, the air is extremely clear, almost comparable to the air in the redwood forest, so the vision can be seen extremely far.

Zhang Zian has seen this kind of thing in some ancient costume movies, and it is quite boring in his impression. It is nothing more than playing and singing to send the shy newcomer in a sedan chair to the wedding scene, and then the family members eat and drink, and get the groom drunk. If the bridegroom can hold on to the bridal chamber with a good drinking capacity, it is probably the end of the second handing over the gun. If the drinking capacity is poor, the bride can only count the money that night...

At this time, he was standing on the top of the mountain overlooking the wedding team, and it was exactly the same as he had imagined, but the length of the team was beyond his imagination. It was indeed a lady from a rich family, and the last thing in the team was a box pulled by an ox cart. The dowry box, the deep rut marks proved that it was not an empty box for the scene.

Everyone in the team is wearing red and hanging colors, looking very happy.

Standing on the mountain, everyone in the convoy looked like little black dots like ants to him.

The red sedan chairs at the front of the line, which are heavily guarded by servants, are particularly eye-catching.

"Tsk! There is another rich woman missing in this world."

He was envious on his face, and even more envious in his heart. Just by looking at the number of people, he knew that the woman was absolutely rich, and the man probably lost twenty years of struggle because of this...

It's a little strange that although many people in today's society are proud of being retro, and there are also new couples holding old-style weddings, is it necessary to make it so imitative? Even bullock carts, horse carts, and donkey carts are on board, but where is the most critical wedding photographer? Could it be that this wedding was filmed with a drone?

He raised his eyes and searched in the low altitude, but couldn't find the shadow of the drone.

"Then what, which local rich second generation or official second generation is marrying a wife?" He asked casually.

Zhuang Xiaodie didn't answer.

Still playing charades with me?

Zhang Zian gathered the current limited information in his mind, and the last word in her sentence suddenly reminded him.

"What? What are you talking about? Binhai Town? Where is Binhai Town?" He asked blankly.

She said leisurely, "Binhai Town was renamed Binhai City after liberation in 1949. It used to be the provincial capital of the province, but later..."

As a native of Binhai City, Zhang Zian certainly knew a little about the historical changes of the place, and what she said was also what he remembered from Binhai City's Baidu Encyclopedia.

However, as she mentioned in her words, Binhai Town ceased to exist in 1949 and was upgraded to Binhai City.

He subconsciously moved his eyes along the direction of the convoy, and his eyes became farther and farther away, and finally saw at the limit of his vision... a small, dusty town, almost all of which are bungalows, with only a few high-rise buildings. The large buildings are Western buildings including the Nancheng Church.

The area of ​​the town is only about the size of the inner ring of Binhai City, surrounded by a low city wall that can only guard against wild animals but not people, it is equivalent to a fishing village by the standards of modern society.

In the modern society, Yinwu Mountain is a suburb of Binhai City, and it can't be regarded as an outskirts. Buses can go directly to it, but right now, the surrounding area of ​​Yinwu Mountain is no different from the wild.

The gate of the city was wide open, and a large group of people also stood there happily to welcome the bride. After seeing the procession of seeing off the bride, they immediately started to set off firecrackers. In a short time, the cannon coats dyed the ground at the gate of the city into festive red.

The common people who watched the bustle lined the road to greet each other, not because they were so hospitable, but because the generous send-off team generously swayed copper coins on both sides when passing by, which attracted the common people to loot.

The sea in the distance is sparkling, and groups of wooden fishing boats are sailing and paddling out to sea.

No matter how much Zhang Zian didn't want to believe it, he had to face the truth at this moment, even if it was an unbelievable fact.

"This... What year is this?" He asked in a trembling voice.

"About a hundred years ago," she replied.

Fuck?

It was earlier than Zhang Zian estimated.

He thought that this woman was getting more and more playful, and she even pulled him into a dream a hundred years ago, but whose dream was this?

In fact, he vaguely guessed that Fei Masi once said that Zhuang Xiaodie appeared in its mental image world, and its mental image world was built based on the memory of old tea, so this should be based on the memory of old tea. A dream built on the basis of memory.

Zhang Zian almost fell to his knees, this woman was simply playing with his dreams wantonly, and he had no power to resist.

In front of her, he can only be an M...

"This team of relatives started from a very far away place and traveled all the way for thousands of miles. They encountered bandits, thieves, plagues and floods in the middle. They are happy, and they are even more happy for themselves, they finally completed the task of seeing off their relatives, and they can go home after eating and drinking and receiving a rich reward." Zhuang Xiaodie said self-consciously.

Zhang Zian can imagine that a hundred years ago when most people would never leave their birth town for the rest of their lives, few people had ever seen cars and trains, coupled with the turmoil and separatism of the warlords, it was almost impossible for this team to arrive in Binhai Town safely. is a miracle.

Although this is a dream, it is infinitely closer to reality. This sending team must never have imagined that on the top of the Hidden Mist Mountain they had just passed, there was a person who was looking at them a hundred years later.

If he pushed a big rock down at this time, they would look up in panic, maybe they thought it was a thieves trying to snatch the bride, and then there would be chaos, because they had clearly inquired that Hidden Mist Mountain was a barren mountain, and only woodcutters occasionally went up the mountain to cut it. Chai, where did the thieves come from?

Thinking of how panicked they were, Zhang Zian couldn't help laughing, and he was just thinking about it, not taking action.

He was in a very complicated mood now. Witnessing the vicissitudes of history with his own eyes shocked him greatly, and Zhuang Xiaodie, who had unknown intentions, made him uneasy.

How long is she going to keep him trapped this time?

Last time, with the help of Femas, he managed to realize that it was a dream. After realizing the dream, he could wake up.

This time he quickly realized that it wasn't that he had become smarter, but that Zhuang Xiaodie had prepared a new script, because if she didn't want him to notice that there were many ways, the first thing was to put him in a familiar environment, no matter what Whether it is the campus he lived in or the workplace he worked in, there are too many suitable entry points that can fool him around, instead of simply throwing him to the top of a barren mountain a hundred years ago.

He coughed dryly, "It's very interesting to send off a relative, but it has nothing to do with me, right? Why don't you tell me why you are willing to wake me up this time?"

Zhuang Xiaodie's beautiful eyes turned around, and the colorful pupils stared at him with deep meaning, "Are you sure it has nothing to do with you?"

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