Chapter 102 A bloody plot
Go back a little further fifteen minutes.
Plop——
Only a clear sound of water splash was heard, and a figure suddenly fell from the void.
After a while.
"Pooh——"
Xu Yun raised his head from the water and spit out a mouthful of cold water.
After taking a few breaths, he began to take stock of his surroundings.
Well, there is actually nothing to look around around - he is currently at the bottom of a well that is more than one meter wide and 13 or 4 meters deep. Looking up, he can see the slightly bright exit.
The original depth of the well water was about 80 centimeters. After a person fell into it, the height rose by about 5 centimeters, almost submerging Xu Yun's waist. There was a wooden barrel hanging near his neck.
Feeling the moist feeling coming from his lower body, Xu Yun touched his body briefly and frowned slightly:
The phone still hasn’t traveled with me, so I don’t have to worry about water getting into it.
However, the compressed biscuits I carried with me were stained with water and had begun to show signs of foaming. They probably could not be stored for a long time.
As for the most critical gold and silver currencies, it can be said that they can be used even if they are soaked in water, so the situation is relatively not too bad.
But the strange thing is that now that he has regained consciousness, the halo mission prompt does not appear.
Could it be that we still have to be shocked by the power of knowledge like Mavericks did in the past to activate the mission?
While Xu Yun was thinking, he suddenly felt a sliding sensation on his ankle.
Xu Yun's expression moved slightly, and he quickly put a few items into the wooden barrel that had not touched the water.
Then he bent down and fished for it in the water.
One minute later.
Xu Yun stood up again, with an extra strip in his hand.
fish.
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Then he lifted the fish up and observed it carefully.
Through the moonlight shining into the bottom of the well, we can see that this is a golden carp with a body length of nearly 30 centimeters.
Raising fish in well water is a very common custom.
First of all, most water wells are open-air. When it is windy or rainy, there will be some impurities in the wells.
In this way, some algae or small insects can easily breed in the well, causing pollution to the water source.
If you put a few small fish in appropriately, these algae plants and small insects will be eaten by the small fish, and the problem of pollution will disappear.
Secondly, it is to prevent poisoning. I won’t go into details about this matter. Rural children should be more impressed.
It can be said that poisoning well water has been a very common operation since ancient times.
Therefore, what surprised Xu Yun was not that there was a fish in the well water, but the species of the fish
As a Ph.D. in biology, Xu Yun would not be so exaggerated as to use a self-propelled humanoid identifier, but it is not difficult to distinguish some more distinctive species.
"The sides of the body are flat, the abdomen is round, and the focus is on the 2 pairs of palps."
Xu Yun frowned while looking at it, and the surprise in his eyes became stronger:
"Is this the Yellow River carp?"
Yellow River carp is a fish belonging to the genus Cyprinidae of the family Cyprinidae.
The body is plump, the meat is thick, tender and delicious, and nutritious. Ahem, wrong, wrong.
Yellow River carp, as its name suggests, is a special species of carp that lives in the native Yellow River!
That’s right!
Except for the Yellow River Basin, you can't see this kind of carp anywhere else.
Even if Asian carp invaded Europe and the United States in later generations, Yellow River carp still existed in a relatively small territory in the mainland.
At most, it can only cover some remote provinces through breeding.
So it's obvious.
The era that this copy comes to is not abroad, but
Local!
Thinking of this, Xu Yun's eyes couldn't help but light up:
"According to the characteristics of the halo, is it Song Yingxing this time? Shen Kuo? Sun Simiao? Or a modern scientist?"
Then he put the carp back into the water and took out a cloth bag from the bucket, which contained two sets of wigs.
One set has Western-style black curly hair, and the other is an ancient hair bandana bought on Taobao for 54 yuan.
After all, no matter which dynasty you wear, ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, the clothes can still be explained by fancy clothes, but the hairstyle is somewhat unique.
At present, due to falling into the water, most of the hood has been wet, making it unsightly.
However, Xu Yun didn't pay too much attention and simply twisted it a few times before putting it on his head.
After doing this, he tried to pull the rope of the barrel.
Hmm, a little loose.
Anyone who has fallen into a well should know this.
If a person wants to climb up from a well, if the rope cannot be used, it first depends on your injury, and secondly, it depends on the diameter of the well.
If the diameter of the bottom of the well is about one meter, it's easy.
For wells within this range, you can press your back against the wall of the well and rely on your legs to push forward and your elbows to alternately support you to move upwards, which is relatively labor-saving.
But unfortunately, the diameter of the well that Xu Yun fell into was nearly 1.5 meters in diameter.
He is not the two-meter-long green steel figure in Douyin, so it is obviously difficult to climb out of the well by himself.
In desperation, Xu Yun could only choose another method.
I saw him clearing his throat and shouting towards the wellhead:
"Is there anyone? Help!!!"
This well is located on the south side of the backyard of the mansion, which is commonly known as the south wing.
Generally speaking.
Most of the main rooms of the mansion are the north wing, which is where the owner lives.
The east and west wings depend on the situation, some are guest rooms, and some are arranged for young masters and ladies to live.
Most of the people living in the south wing are servants of the mansion, and basically there are servants with different positions on duty or working around the clock 24 hours a day.
For example, at this moment, the old steward of the mansion was arranging tomorrow's expenses near the south wing.
"Xiaosan'er, you receive a hundred and twenty coins and go to Hongyuji at 9 o'clock tomorrow to buy some pastries. Remember not to ask for sweet tofu."
"Yongzhu, tomorrow you take three hundred coins and go to Huang Butcher's shop to cut some lean meat, not any fat, but finely chop it into minced meat."
"Aping."
Just as the old steward was detailing the arrangements for the next day with everyone, a faint shout came from his ears.
"Is anyone there?"
The old steward originally thought it was due to his old age and some auditory hallucinations, so he didn't care.
But gradually.
The voice became clearer and clearer in the dark night, and even had echoes.
The old steward couldn't help but frown and asked the people in front of him:
"Did you hear any noise?"
Several servants nodded quickly:
"I heard it, I heard it!"
Among them, the middle-aged man named Yongzhu looked around, his eyes suddenly locked in a certain direction, pointed there and said:
"Old Du Guan, the sound seems to be coming from the well behind the wall?"
Then he suddenly thought of something and his face turned green:
"Howling in the night, could it be a ghost?"
As soon as Yongzhu said this, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little depressed.
It was popular in the Song Dynasty to worship ghosts, and even among the bureaucratic class, there were many officials who believed in supernatural beings.
One of the most representative ones is Bao Qingtian, who examines Yang every day and cuts Yin at night. Many images of female ghosts in later generations also originated from the Song Dynasty.
Therefore, among the common people, many things will unconsciously be attributed to ghosts and gods.
"Calm down, everyone!"
The old steward had served as Du Guan when he was in the army. After he joined his master's official career, the servants in the mansion still respected him in the name of Du Guan. When he heard this, he immediately shouted:
"We have enough yang energy, the master of the house is upright, and Xiaosan and Aping are boys. Even if there are monsters and ghosts, there is no need to be afraid. Why are we making such a fuss?
Lao Qitou, go to the front yard to find the master. If you haven't undressed yet, ask him to come over.
The rest of the people took their guns and sticks and followed me to have a look. Maybe they were some rogues having fun late at night. ”
As he spoke, he took the lead in picking up a simple knife and lighting a torch.
Lead the people towards the wellhead behind the wall.
The mouth of the well was only thirty or fifty steps away from where everyone was before, so with every step they took, the sound in their ears would become louder.
"Help"
"Is anyone there?"
After a while.
The old steward and others walked to the wellhead.
Then the old steward, holding a knife in one hand and a torch in the other, stood at the mouth of the well and shouted down:
"Is there anyone down there?"
Seeing the appearance of the torch, Xu Yun suddenly felt certain in his heart.
Although the halo once again translated the language of the person from above into semantics he could understand.
But Xu Yun was sure that this language was not the English that Xiao Niu had spoken before, but the authentic ancient Mandarin.
He didn't know which dynasty's official dialect it was, but he could vaguely hear the hint of a Zhongzhou accent.
This is good news. After all, the Manchu capital is not in Zhongzhou, which avoids some bad situations.
Then he cupped his hands into trumpets and shouted upward:
"The man above me, Xiao Ke, is a traveler who accidentally fell into a well. I feel guilty for disturbing him in the middle of the night. I hope I can save him!"
When the old steward at the wellhead heard this, he couldn't help but glance at the surrounding courtyard walls, which were more than a foot high, with a strange expression:
Which traveler can cross a courtyard wall more than ten feet high and reach someone else's house while walking?
Did this person think that he had lost his footing in a village in the wilderness?
Of course.
Monsters and ghosts have been clever with their tongues since ancient times, so you can't rely on this person's one-sided words.
Then he thought for a while, called two servants to give some instructions, and the two servants left in response.
After a while.
One of the servants returned with a thick rope. The old steward asked Yongzhu and others to fix one end and shouted into the well:
"That man! You and I will talk about the rest later. I'll drag you up from the well first. What do you think?"
Soon, Xu Yun’s reply came from inside the well:
"Thank you, husband!"
Upon seeing this, the old steward stepped back a few steps and threw the rope into the well.
A few more breaths passed.
The outside of the rope suddenly tightened. It was obvious that someone was pulling the rope from below and exerting force.
With the help of fixed ropes, Xu Yun climbed up the wellhead along the well wall without much effort, just like rock climbing.
As soon as he emerged from the well, everyone around him, including the old steward, took a big step back.
As a modern person, Xu Yun's skin color seemed fair to ancient people, not to mention that he had been underwater for a while.
At this moment.
Under the light of the torch at night, his face was as white as a ghost's face, without any blood.
This scene, paired with the black down jacket he was wearing, was quite impactful to the old steward and others.
Seeing this situation, Xu Yun couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.
Then he cupped his hands and was about to speak:
"This old man, Xiao Ke."
However, before he could finish speaking, he felt a splash of liquid on his back.
This liquid is extremely sticky and has a slight smell of blood.
Xu Yun subconsciously touched it and found that the place where he started was a bright red.
At the same time, a surprised sound came from behind him:
"Huh? The black dog blood that has been stored in the ice cellar for ten years is useless? Are you really human?"
Xu Yun turned his head in confusion and found a teenage boy standing behind him, holding a red wooden basin in his hand.
Real bloody plot
at the same time.
Seeing that the black dog blood had no effect, the old steward gained courage.
He shouted loudly and stood up with his sword:
"Come here, take down this thief!"
Oh no!——
After a few seconds. Looking at the stick on his neck, Xu Yun sighed slightly:
It’s the beginning of hell difficulty again.
(End of chapter)