When it got dark, Chu Qing finally walked to a ruined temple outside the town with Xiaobao in his arms.

She passed by this town two years ago, so she had an impression of it. Refugees often stay overnight in this ruined temple.

Sure enough, there are ruined temples in time travel stories.

Chu Qing thought so and walked in.

The temple is not big, with doors and no windows. The paint on the four walls has peeled off and it is almost turning into an adobe house.

In a space of about thirty to forty square meters, there are already more than twenty people crowded in all directions.

There were even two men in ragged clothes leaning against the door. They didn't look like bandits, and the bandits' eyes looked dangerous. Rather, they looked like refugees fleeing from disaster.

In the dream, war has never stopped in this world, there are conscriptions every year, and there are people fleeing every year.

Seeing that there were so many people in the ruined temple that there was almost no place to stay. Chu Qing hesitated.

But without a village or a store, this place is a shelter from the wind and rain. Chu Qing does not intend to leave. But Chu Qing is a little uneasy. It is an unfamiliar world and such an environment. Chu Qing begins to regret that he did not find something on the way.

Something to use as a weapon to embolden your courage.

Holding the little treasure in his arms, he strode like a star and walked to the Buddha statue as if there was no one else around. There seemed to be some space right here.

Pretending to be a master and not afraid of anything, he looked around the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue no longer has a golden body, it is just a mottled clay figure. It fell to the ground, with most of its head missing. It was very miserable. It was impossible to tell which Buddha it was.

There is still some space behind the fallen Buddha statue, which is as narrow as a train bunk. Because of the base, the Buddha statue is upside down, forming a dividing line. There is also an upside-down candlestick on the edge of the base.

Candlestick! It’s made of copper and has a sharp point! Chu Qing grabbed it and put it next to him. He has a weapon!

Although the space behind the Buddha statue is very narrow, it is better to have some space than none.

Chu Qing had the experience of sleeping on a hard bed with her baby in her arms. She calmly held Xiaobao and lay behind the Buddha statue, pretending not to notice the scrutinizing glances of the refugees all over the ground.

The refugees just looked at it with a blank expression and then looked away.

It seems that I haven't lost my mind due to hunger.

Put the little treasure between the Buddha statue and yourself. Even if something unexpected happens, with the Buddha statue blocking it, the little treasure should not be visible.

Chu Qing leaned against the wall, holding the candlestick tightly with her left hand. This candlestick was more than forty centimeters high and quite heavy. There were three prongs scattered high and low on it. Well, what about the three-branched candlestick? The prongs were used to insert candles.

The base of the candlestick can be used as a blunt instrument, and the pointed end can be used as a sharp instrument to stab.

It's better than nothing.

"Go to sleep. You won't know how hungry you are when you're asleep. We'll leave until dawn."

Chu Qing whispered in Xiaobao's ear. Xiaobao still looked at Chu Qing blankly. Then, he stretched out his hand to Chu Qing, holding an egg in his hand.

"..."

Chu Qing, you are a little speechless at this time. You have walked all the way with Xiaobao in your arms, and you don’t feel that there is anything hidden on the child?

"Where did it come from?"

Xiaobao didn't react, his movements didn't change, he still held the egg and looked at it clearly.

"Did you do it?" Chu Qing asked quietly in Xiaobao's ear. It felt like Xiaobao's eyes were trembling, but it didn't seem like they were there.

"Hide well, don't show it, there are so many people outside...it's not safe."

Chu Qing saw it clearly this time, and Xiaobao stuffed the egg into his arms near his armpit.

Well, here, you really can't feel it when you hold him. Chu Qing touched Xiaobao's other armpit and there was something there. It wasn't big, it was probably an egg. Xiaobao shrank back as if he was ticklish.

"You must not be a fool. You know how to bring some food rations with you when you run away from home." Chu Qing thought.

It was very quiet in the ruined temple. Hiding behind the Buddha statue, there was no other sound except breathing and the occasional turning over. Fortunately, it was late spring, so it was not too cold, but it was not warm either.

Holding Xiaobao in his arms, Chu Qing didn't feel cold at all, and was even a little glad that Xiaobao followed him. The child was so strong that he was like a small heater.

My son was so warm when he was little, and he didn't feel cold even when I held him.

Chu Qing missed her son. That brat just slammed the door and ran away. He really didn't love his mother anymore? Could it be that his son ran away from home?

Although he is a 12-year-old child, he never looks at the road or the car when he crosses the road. He doesn’t worry about anything. Nothing will happen to him, right? The more he thinks about it, the more worried he becomes.

Chu Qing couldn't sleep and completely forgot that she was so angry that she had a cerebral hemorrhage and traveled through time.

I wanted to get up and go find my son immediately, but as soon as I moved, I realized that I was still holding Xiaobao in my arms, and Xiaobao was also frightened by Chu Qing's sudden movement and raised his head to stare at her.

Chu Qing hugged Xiaobao tightly and was about to comfort him when he felt the ground beneath him shaking. It didn't feel like an earthquake, but like... There was no need to feel it anymore. He heard it all. It was the sound of horse hooves, more than one. After a while, the sound of horse hooves stopped.

In front of the ruined temple.

Four men came into the ruined temple, and no one said a word. The four men were all dressed in short skirts, and they all had knives or swords around their waists. The clothes were of different colors, similar styles, and the weapons were different. They didn't look like uniforms.

Chu Qing secretly rubbed her hands on the ground, wiped her face again with her dirty hands, and rubbed a layer of dirt on Xiaobao's face.

Chu Qing didn't know if her appearance was good-looking. When she looked at her face with sewage, it was not her true appearance, so she didn't remember it.

But it is really not safe for a woman in her early twenties to stay in an abandoned temple at night. And the only thing she can do now is to paint her face dirty.

For the rest, it depends on God’s will.

The four people looked around the ruined temple inside and out. No one in the temple dared to say anything. They had weapons on them.

A man wearing a brown short coat walked up to the Buddha statue. The Buddha statue was actually quite large. Even though it was lying down, it was still over one and a half meters tall.

Chu Qing hugged Xiaobao tightly and lay close to the Buddha statue. She closed her eyes and prayed silently in her heart, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

Then he opened his eyes and saw a man in brown clothes half squatting on the arm of the Buddha statue, looking at him with interest.

What the hell!

Chu Qing's heart tightened, and her heart was beating so hard that Xiaobao felt such a nervous shock, staring at Chu Qing unblinkingly.

Unexpectedly, the man turned around and jumped back. He pretended that he had not seen him. The man only said: "Find a place to relax for a while!" So the four people huddled in the corner, sat down and closed their eyes. The four people did not talk to each other the whole time.

Chu Qing seemed to hear the people in the ruined temple let out a long breath.

There was no killing or arson, no looting, and nothing happened all night. At dawn, the four men mounted their horses and left. There was no conversation the whole time.

After a while, people in the ruined temple also stood up one after another. Chu Qing picked up Xiaobao and walked out of the ruined temple. He did not forget to take the candlestick with him.

The first night of traveling through time was full of surprises but also hunger.

Chu Qing quickened his pace and hurried on. Don't worry about the direction. There are two roads outside the ruined temple. This is the way you came and the way to the town.

Chu Qing walked to the other side. As he walked, he searched for memories, trying to understand his current self.

"Who am I?" You probably know this question. In the scene in the dream, the uncle and sister-in-law called her "Yuanshi" when they scolded her. Well, in these evil times, women don't deserve names. My husband's surname is Fang, Xing Er, from the village.

Call him Fang Laoer, and his real name seems to be Fang Shuo.

"Where am I?" I don't know. During the Daxuan Dynasty, in April of the fourth year of Qingde, that town was called Kushui Town. I've never heard of it.

"What am I doing?" This is the most clear: survive.

I carried Xiaobao and walked for nearly two hours, but I couldn't walk anymore. Xiaobao was actually tired, and his legs were constrained, and they were probably numb by now.

"Do you want to pee?"

I woke up this morning and hurried on the road without eating, drinking or going to the toilet.

Xiaobao walked aside quietly and started to unbutton his pants. Chu Qing was shocked!

When my son Meng was so old, he didn’t know how to take off his pants by himself. It took him a long time to learn how to do it after he went to kindergarten and was trained by the teacher. But Xiaobao is very skilled at taking off his pants! Very skilled!

In ancient times, trousers did not have an elastic waist and had to be tied with a belt.

Xiaobao carefully untied his belt (it was a piece of cloth about a foot wide, almost one and a half meters long), then folded it twice and hung it around his neck. He lifted up his outer coat and held it with his chin. He straightened his waist and began to release the water.

Crotchless pants!

In this day and age, pants don’t have crotches, right? Then what I was wearing... Chu Qing was startled, felt it carefully, and secretly pulled on the pants to see that they had crotches. She was scared to death!

After Xiaobao finished draining the water, he did not put down the hem of his outer coat, but moved to the side, squatted down, and started to... poop.

Emma, ​​do you need to change places? Chu Qing wanted to ask Xiaobao why he didn't pee and poop in the same place. After thinking about it, the child couldn't speak, so he swallowed his words.

Her son, Meng Dong, didn't speak when he was a child, and he didn't speak until he was almost three and a half years old. Chu Qing's mind was far away again, and she still missed her son.

I hope my son just went downstairs to play, and Qianzao didn't run away from home! The twelve-year-old child is the most worried about whether he is too old or too young.

Xiaobao uneasily began to shift his weight on his left and right feet in turn, but kept his eyes on Chu Qing.

Chu Qing came back to her senses and asked: "Have you finished pulling? Can you wipe your butt?" Xiaobao nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the ground in front of him on the left, where there was a small branch.

I understand clearly, if you don’t have toilet paper, you usually have to use tiles or wood chips, or even sticks.

Chu Qing rummaged around herself and found nothing, not even a handkerchief. She reluctantly picked up the small branch and handed it to Xiaobao.

Chu Qing remembered a joke she had heard when she was a child. It said that a traveler wanted to go to the toilet while walking on the road, so he found a secluded place on the roadside. After finishing the toilet, there was no toilet paper, so he scratched his head and muttered: "I don't bring toilet paper when I sit in the pit."

What should I use?" At this time, a frog was heard chirping in the distance: "Guer quack... Guer quack..." The traveler patted his head and said, "Yes! Scratch with a stick!" Then he found a stick next to him and scratched.

…

Xiaobao grabbed the branch and broke it into two pieces. Then he carefully scraped his butt twice before standing up. It seemed that his legs were numb.

Xiaobao stood for a long time before slowly leaving that place, then put down the hem of his clothes, took off the belt hanging around his neck, wrapped it around his waist twice, and even tied a layer of knots crosswise, and then tied the two ends

Wrap into belt.

Chu Qing was fascinated by this! It’s incredible! Are all children in ancient times so independent?

Xiaobao returned to Chu Qing and grabbed Chu Qing's hem again. This meant he was going to continue on his way. Chu Qing looked at the sky and saw that it was probably past 7 o'clock and it was time to have breakfast.

"Are you hungry?" Chu Qing asked.

Xiaobao started to dig into his arms again, and then handed Chu Qing the boiled egg from last night.

"Xiaobao, let me carry you forward and find a place to eat."

Chu Qing didn't say that she was penniless. Since the child was following her and she was taking him on the road, she shouldn't let the child worry.

Xiaobao took the egg back and did not eat it. Instead, he grabbed the hem of Chu Qing's clothes and looked at the road ahead.
Chapter completed!