I can’t figure out the situation clearly now. I just know that it was at the end of the Han Dynasty and that I was in the Yellow Turban camp. I just don’t know what stage of the Yellow Turban uprising we are in now. No matter what stage, as a Yellow Turban refugee, I don’t have any force at all.

The child, with an even smaller child in tow, Li Mengxi sensed the danger.

The Yellow Turban Army has no future. Historically, although the Yellow Turbans were aggressive in the early days, this was because the imperial court was unprepared for the uprising and was unprepared for the Yellow Turban Uprising.

The army returned to the defense. Under the joint stranglehold of the army and local braves, the massive Yellow Turban Uprising was suppressed in just a few months.

In the late Han Dynasty, wearing a yellow scarf on your head was a danger in itself.

Not to mention that if there is a war and you don't even have a stick in your hand, you don't have to think about whether you can survive in a fight with the staunch and critical officers and soldiers.

Li Mengxi looked at his little arms and legs, thinking that they were not strong enough for someone to chop them off with a knife.

Besides, even if you are not killed in the war, if you become a prisoner, several warlords in ancient times would treat the prisoners preferentially, especially the Yellow Turban thieves. Just think about it and you will know how the rebel thieves were dealt with in ancient times.

Therefore, after a brief thought, Li Mengxi understood that the idea of ​​surrendering directly and becoming prisoners when encountering the army was not reliable.

Food was so expensive in ancient times. Maybe the army's rations were not enough, and there was no surplus food for the prisoners.

So, since there is no food for the prisoners to eat, what should the surrendered prisoners do? For example, Bai Qi killed hundreds of thousands of Zhao soldiers...

After much deliberation, it was unreliable to place our hopes on the officers and soldiers.

It seemed that he had to find a way to escape from the Yellow Turban Army as soon as possible. If he encountered a village with a family, Li Mengxi felt that it might be the best choice to take his brother and escape to another village and beg the villagers to take in his brothers.

There were continuous natural disasters in the late Han Dynasty. Even in villages that were not affected by military disasters, the food in the village was not rich. They might not have enough food for their children. However, Li Mengxi felt that this matter had a high chance of success.

Why did he let the villagers take him in? Why did this matter have a high probability of success? This was because Li Mengxi felt that he was literate and could recite Tang poetry and so on.

In ancient times when writing was not very popular, being able to recite poems was pretty impressive, right?

If you want to take refuge in someone else's village, if they don't want to take you in, you will have to kneel down on the spot and not get up.

Then, I would pick out some Analects of Confucius and memorize them. If there is a well-educated and knowledgeable person in this village, when I hear it, I will think, oh, it’s amazing that such a little baby can speak well.

Therefore, Li Mengxi's attempt to deliberately recite some allusions from poems and books to boost his self-worth was successful, and the villagers most likely took him in.

In the blink of an eye, it's night.

Li Mengxi was very wary of other Yellow Turbans. He and his brother went to a corner of the camp to stay away from other Yellow Turban soldiers. The two brothers leaned against the wooden wall of the camp. They didn't have quilts or bedding, so they had to hug each other.

Knees curled together.

Looking up, the stars in the sky are bright.

Based on Li Mengxi's little experience in astrology and astronomy, he identified the Big Dipper and the star facing the Big Dipper, which is the North Star.

When I was a kid, I learned in geography class that if you get lost at night, walk towards the Big Dipper, which is the north.

The sky is filled with stars, and Li Mengxi recognized the Big Dipper.

However, due east of the Beidou, about...a mile away, there was a strange red star, twinkling.

At first glance, Li Mengxi mistakenly thought it was a shooting star, but after looking at it for a while, Li Mengxi discovered that this little red star was hanging motionless in the sky.

No matter how little knowledge Li Mengxi had in astronomy, he still noticed something unusual at this time.

There should be no such an obvious red star near the Big Dipper, otherwise, it would have been recorded by scientists from ancient times to the present.

Moreover, when he was a child, when he slept in the building in the summer, Li Mengxi also looked at the stars in the sky. On the earth, the Big Dipper is due east, and there is no red star as far as a hand.

Star.

Could it be that...this star could still be seen in ancient times, at least in the Han Dynasty, but more than a thousand years later, in the 21st century, this little star has disappeared?

This should be the case, Li Mengxi thought of a reasonable explanation.

In the long span of nearly two thousand years, it is normal for the stars to undergo some changes.

But the truth is not like this.

There was no such strange red star in the sky last night. A generation after the red star fell on Daxing Mountain during the day, there was a strange sight in the sky that night. The abnormality in the sky was clearly related to the strange events during the day.

During the day, the red star fell to the ground, and half of the mountain was red. Tens of thousands of yellow scarves could all see it.

"Brother, what is that star?" The younger brother pointed at the red star in the sky and asked curiously.

"...Hmm." Li Mengxi scratched his head, "That is the red star."

"Then why didn't you have the one yesterday?" The younger brother still asked.

Why were there no red stars of strange colors in the sky yesterday? Why were there no stars yesterday? Li Mengxi frowned.

Suddenly, Li Mengxi's eyes widened. He could not remember what happened yesterday, because yesterday, he had not traveled to the end of Han Dynasty yet.

Could it be...

A terrible guess came to mind.

"Brother," the younger brother suddenly came over and said in a low voice, "brother, do you have a stomachache? I saw that red thing running into your stomach. You can catch me and you will live. They lied to me.

If you say that brother, you are dead, I will be scared."

The younger brother had a babyish voice and couldn't speak easily. He told Li Mengxi seriously what he saw during the day.

At this time, Li Mengxi was quite shocked.

From his brother's vague description, he probably understood what his brother meant.

The younger brother said that during the day, something like a red meteor fell and hit his older brother in the stomach. Then, the child, who should have been dead for a long time, miraculously came back to life.

It was probably at this time that Li Mengxi traveled through time.

There are such miraculous things in the world.

However, when I think about it, even time travel has actually happened, what else can't happen?

The red alien star in the sky seemed strange to Li Mengxi the more he looked at it.

That star seems to be related to myself.

His heart was in turmoil, the night was getting deeper and deeper, and Li Mengxi never felt sleepy.

——

Also tonight, in the territory of the Han Dynasty, due to the differences in the stars, countless capable people and strangers made calculations with their fingers, but could not figure out the truth, and countless people could not sleep all night because of this.

In Jizhou, unlike the scattered and disorderly Yellow Turban camps in other places, the Yellow Turban military camp is more orderly and orderly than the official military camps. In the middle of the military camp, there is a large yellow tent. In the tent, a man wearing a yellow turban and a yellow Taoist robe

, a Taoist-looking man with a thin face and a rather immortal air was sitting cross-legged on the straw mat.

The Taoist frowned, holding a pair of black turtle shells in his hands. Inside the shell were several bronze shell coins cast by Zhou Shiwen. The Taoist muttered words in his hands, raised the black turtle shell above his head, and said solemnly, "turtle"

The shell shook three times, and then, with a crash, the copper coins in the turtle shell were poured out.

The Taoist glanced at the copper coins on the ground and said, "If yin and yang are not separated, the hexagram will not form a hexagram." The Taoist sighed and couldn't help but shake his head.
Chapter completed!