Chapter 1: Mismatched Code

On the unnamed coast, there are several luxury tents sewn with bison hides.

A young man wearing a feather crown seemed to wake up after rubbing his eyes. He looked blankly at the surroundings, as if he had taken fake medicine. He sat blankly in the tipi tent. As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a buzzing sound next to him. Angry voice.

"Chief, are you finally awake?" Outside the tent, a tall, bare-chested man over 1.8 meters tall with a feather on his head came in.

An hour ago, when he had just traveled to this North American Indian tribe, he was given a large mouthful of herbal medicine. The smell is still lingering in his mind.

As for why it is said to be an Indian tribe in North America? , a group of people put feathers on the plugs. If they are not Indians, are they still doing feather dusters?

The smell in his mouth was fishy and smelly, with a strange ice-like taste. To use an inappropriate analogy, it was like some kind of animal urine with a bit of mint flavor.

"Wake up..." the boy replied weakly.

"Great, the high priest's resurrecting potion has finally taken effect. When the old chief died, he couldn't survive even after drinking the reviving potion. The high priest thought the medicine had failed."

No, I think the old chief was sent away by this resurrecting potion!

Outside the tent, an old man in gorgeous feathers was surrounding the campfire, spinning in circles and doing a strange dance, jumping and jumping, which was extremely weird.

The boy's eyes twitched.

This kind of behavior is called dancing to the gods in the countryside. It is a remnant of feudalism. If the police uncle finds out, he will be arrested and squatted in a dark room. However, in this North American continent of unknown year, it is completely normal for Indians. sacrificial act.

The young man's name is Zhao Ying. In his previous life, he was a promising young man who grew up under the red flag. He didn't want to wake up after sleeping and become the child of an Indian chief whose father had just died.

Well, he can no longer be called a child. According to the regulations of this tribe, he has now inherited the position of chief.

Finally, after the old man finished a section of his dance, he faced the bonfire and suddenly twitched all over. His movements looked like he had touched a switch, which made Zhao Ying want to give him a stick.

But unfortunately, he could only think about it. This old man was the priest of the tribe and was the second highest status person in the tribe. Although this small tribe was attacked by the nearby white settlement, it only had a population of more than a hundred people. .

After the priest finished pretending to be a ghost, he waved his hand, and the prepared tribesmen gathered in front of the bonfire with the bamboos they had prepared in advance.

The priest began to mutter something.

"Bamboos are broken, bamboos are restored. Flying earth chases away corpses."

Zhao Ying, who was still in a daze, immediately became upset when she heard him reciting the sacrificial words.

Suddenly he sat up and rushed to the priest to hold the old man's hand: "Comrade, you also came through time?!"

The reason is very simple. Although the old man's pronunciation was not sure where it was, Zhao Ying immediately recognized it. This is Chinese! Proper Chinese!

"Chief, you...what's the matter with you?" The old priest tried hard to pull his hand twice but couldn't get it out. He didn't know what to say, so he could only ask in a trembling voice.

What kind of hysteria is happening to the new chief? Could it be that he was possessed by an evil god? Must exorcise the devil!

"I know, it's a secret code, right? It won't change from odd to even, right?"

"What did you say? Chief?"

"You don't know? Uncle, what kind of education did you have when you traveled through time?"

"Education?"

"Okay, I don't understand math, thenYou always know the health code, right? "

"What horse? Do you want a horse?"

""

"Listen to me, thank you, thank you for having you..."

"Winter!" In 1620, the Mayflower docked in what would become the colony of Virginia, thus kicking off the vigorous founding of the United States. But just five years later, a young man washed ashore near Florida on the west coast changed everything. .

"The city on the mountain top of Manifest Destiny, here I come, this is the Shang Empire!" Zhang Yueran said, touching the head of the Indian child next to him.

"Come and tell uncle, who are you?"

"I am a descendant of the Yin Shang Dynasty. Can you give me spicy strips?"

"So good." Zhang Yueran touched his head and handed the child a packet of Weiyou.

On the nameless seaside, a young man with feathers on his head and an animal skin was like a man who was demolishing his house. He was pulling at the cliff for a while, and finally dug a big hole.

A group of little Indians dressed like him gathered around, each holding a handful of Weilong spicy strips sold in China for one yuan a pack, eating snacks while watching.

Finally, the boy finished carving things, straightened up and admired his "work" with satisfaction, and nodded with a smile.

"Yes, when this thing is discovered in the future, our compatriots in the motherland will be able to say that it has been from ancient times, right?"

I saw that he had carved the words "Xu Fu came here for a visit" on the stone. The words were in simplified Chinese, and even the inscription was from 221 BC. It couldn't be more false.

But he knew that no matter how fake he was, this thing would be enough to give historians a headache after hundreds of years.

But exactly how many years from now is a headache.

""

On the unnamed coast, there are several luxury tents sewn with bison hides.

A young man wearing a feather crown seemed to wake up after rubbing his eyes. He looked blankly at the surroundings, as if he had taken fake medicine. He sat blankly in the tipi tent. As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a buzzing sound next to him. Angry voice.

"Chief, are you finally awake?" Outside the tent, a tall, bare-chested man over 1.8 meters tall with a feather on his head came in.

An hour ago, when he had just traveled to this North American Indian tribe, he was given a large mouthful of herbal medicine. The smell is still lingering in his mind.

As for why it is said to be an Indian tribe in North America? , a group of people put feathers on the plugs. If they are not Indians, are they still doing feather dusters?

The smell in his mouth was fishy and smelly, with a bit of strange ice taste. To use an inappropriate analogy, it was like some kind of animal urine with a bit of mint flavor.

"Wake up..." the boy replied weakly.

"Great, the high priest's resurrecting potion finally took effect. When the old chief died, he couldn't survive even after drinking the reviving potion. The high priest thought the medicine had failed."

No, I think the old chief was sent away by this resurrecting potion!

Outside the tent, an old man in gorgeous feathers was surrounding the campfire, spinning in circles and doing a strange dance, jumping and jumping, which was extremely weird.

The boy's eyes twitched.

This kind of behavior is called dancing to the gods in the countryside. It is a remnant of feudalism. If the police uncle finds out, he will be arrested and squatted in a dark room. However, in this North American continent of unknown year, it is completely normal for Indians. sacrificial act.

The young man's name is Zhao Ying. In his previous life, he was a promising young man who grew up under the red flag. He didn't want to wake up after sleeping and become the child of an Indian chief whose father had just died.

Well, he can no longer be called a child. According to the regulations of this tribe, he has now inherited the position of chief.

Finally, after the old man finished a section of his dance, he faced the bonfire and suddenly twitched all over. His movements looked like he had touched a switch, which made Zhao Ying want to give him a stick.

But unfortunately, he could only think about it. This old man was the priest of the tribe and was the second highest status person in the tribe. Although this small tribe was attacked by the nearby white settlement, it only had a population of more than a hundred people. .

After the priest finished pretending to be a ghost, he waved his hand, and the prepared tribesmen gathered in front of the bonfire with the bamboos they had prepared in advance.

The priest began to mutter something.

"Bamboos are broken, bamboos are restored. Flying earth chases away corpses."

Zhao Ying, who was still in a daze, immediately became upset when she heard him reciting the sacrificial words.

Suddenly he sat up and rushed to the priest to hold the old man's hand: "Comrade, you also came through time?!"

The reason is very simple. Although the old man's pronunciation was not sure where it was, Zhao Ying immediately recognized it. This is Chinese! Proper Chinese!

"Chief, you...what's the matter with you?" The old priest tried hard to pull his hand twice but couldn't get it out. He didn't know what to say, so he could only ask in a trembling voice.

What kind of hysteria is happening to the new chief? Could it be that he was possessed by an evil god? Must exorcise the devil!

"I know, it's a secret code, right? It won't change from odd to even, right?"

"What did you say? Chief?"

"You don't know? Uncle, what kind of education did you have when you traveled through time?"

"Education?"

"Okay, I don't know math, but you know the health code, right?"

"What horse? Do you want a horse?"

""

"Listen to me, thank you, thank you for having you..."

"Winter!" In 1620, the Mayflower docked in what would become the colony of Virginia, thus kicking off the vigorous founding of the United States. But just five years later, near Florida on the west coast, a boy washed ashore by the waves changed everything. .

"The city on the mountain top of Manifest Destiny, here I come, this is the Shang Empire!" Zhang Yueran said, touching the Indian child next to himhead.

"Come and tell uncle, who are you?"

"I am a descendant of the Yin Shang Dynasty. Can you give me spicy strips?"

"So good." Zhang Yueran touched his head and handed the child a packet of Weiyou.

On the nameless seaside, a young man with feathers on his head and an animal skin was like a man who was demolishing his house. He was pulling at the cliff for a while, and finally dug a big hole.

A group of little Indians dressed like him gathered around, each holding a handful of Weilong spicy strips sold in China for one yuan a pack, eating snacks while watching.

Finally, the boy finished carving things, straightened up and admired his "work" with satisfaction, and nodded with a smile.

"Yes, when this thing is discovered in the future, our compatriots in the motherland will be able to say that it has been from ancient times, right?"

I saw that he had carved the words "Xu Fu came here for a visit" on the stone. The words were in simplified Chinese, and even the inscription was from 221 BC. It couldn't be more false.

But he knew that no matter how fake he was, this thing would be enough to give historians a headache after hundreds of years.

But exactly how many years from now is a headache.

""

On the unnamed coast, there are several luxury tents sewn with bison hides.

A young man wearing a feather crown seemed to wake up after rubbing his eyes. He looked blankly at the surroundings, as if he had taken fake medicine. He sat blankly in the tipi tent. As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a buzzing sound next to him. Angry voice.

"Chief, are you finally awake?" Outside the tent, a tall, bare-chested man over 1.8 meters tall with a feather on his head came in.

An hour ago, when he had just traveled to this North American Indian tribe, he was given a large mouthful of herbal medicine. The smell is still lingering in his mind.

As for why it is said to be an Indian tribe in North America? , a group of people put feathers on the plugs. If they are not Indians, are they still doing feather dusters?

The smell in his mouth was fishy and smelly, with a bit of strange ice taste. To use an inappropriate analogy, it was like some kind of animal urine with a bit of mint flavor.

"Wake up..." the boy replied weakly.

"Great, the high priest's resurrecting potion finally took effect. When the old chief died, he couldn't survive even after drinking the reviving potion. The high priest thought the medicine had failed."

No, I think the old chief was sent away by this resurrecting potion!