The distribution of those black dots was extremely irregular, and Wang Mingyuan could not see any clues.

But he could see some of those numbers.

The first line, 1980.3.27→2023.3.17, these are clearly two dates.

It was just the arrow in the middle that made Wang Mingyuan feel a little puzzled.

Could it be that from 1980 to 2023? How is this possible?

After this idea popped up in his mind, Wang Mingyuan himself felt it was unreasonable.

If I remember correctly, the day he returned to his old house and entered the mountain was March 17th.

The second line of numbers is constantly jumping, which is obviously a countdown. Calculate the time. It should be ten days after running. Based on the current approximate time, the countdown should start at around twelve o'clock in the night.

As for the final number 135, Wang Mingyuan completely doesn't understand.

He felt the virtual small screen in his mind in a daze. After thinking for a long time, although he felt outrageous, he still thought that there was only one explanation that was the most reliable: he returned to 1980 for some reason and would live here for ten days. By March 27, he would return to March 17, 2023 again.

After all, even such a virtual screen appeared in my mind.

Well, just determine the location and time here later and you should be able to draw a conclusion.

About half an hour later, outside, footsteps and speech sounds came. Wang Mingyuan approached the window again and saw a group of four people walking towards the dirt road diagonally opposite the dirt house.

Except for the girl who followed the last one, the other three were all new.

Soon, the four of them came to Wang Mingyuan's room.

"Open the door!" said the middle-aged man with beard in the head.

The girl immediately took out the key from the bag, opened the lock on the door, pushed it away, and gave in.

Wang Mingyuan suddenly became a little annoyed: OK, the key is clearly on you, but I didn’t open the door for me, which made me stay here for so long...

Three big men rushed in immediately, looked up and down at Wang Mingyuan with six eyes, and a pair of them peeped at the door.

"Young man, what's your name? Where are you from, where are you going?" asked Bearded, feeling like interrogating the prisoner, his eyes wide open.

Wang Mingyuan was a little nervous when he was stared at, and instinctively shrank back.

The series of questions made him a little confused. He was about to blurt out that he was from Mingcheng, but when he saw the other party's clothes and everything he had seen before, he quickly stopped.

There is no trace of these people from the 21st century.

He became more and more suspicious that this was the Zhangjiaao and Chenjiagou production team in 1980.

If this is true, apart from the name, he cannot even say that he is from Mingcheng. Otherwise, if he is asked, there will be more and more questions. Many things he is not familiar with have to be made up, but in that case, he will have to keep lying.

A lie is often covered up with more lies, which is a big trouble.

Too much words will lead to mistakes, and this is what I am talking about.

By the way, isn't my head injured?

Just pretend to be stupid!

"My name is Wang Mingyuan, something else... I can't seem to remember..." Wang Mingyuan looked like he was trying hard to recall, and finally shook his head and stammered.

"Think about it, you were accidentally encountered when we were hunting in the mountains. At that time, you had a lot of blood flowing from your head and fainted. There was no one in such a deep mountain. Why did you run to that place?"

asked the thin man next to the beard.

Wang Mingyuan pretended to think about it carefully, but after a while, he shook his head: "I really don't remember it."

I couldn't ask anything when I saw it. The three of them looked at me and I looked at you, and they all had a headache.

"Will your head really be broken?" Finally, the middle-aged man who looked more kind-hearted, looked at Wang Mingyuan, turned his head to his beard and said, "I have heard that a head hurt may indeed be forgotten, what is it called... Amnesia, his head is not seriously injured."

"Captain, what do you think of this?"

When I saved someone, I just simply thought about saving him. Now that I am awake, I can’t remember anything, so it’s hard to deal with it.

"I'll go back to the surrounding production teams to ask."

Beard frowned and thought for a while, and said to Wang Mingyuan: "You should take care of the injury for two days first, and then think about it carefully to see if you can think of something."

After saying that, he lifted his foot and left, and said to the girl standing at the door: "Han Xiaoling, you will be responsible for taking care of him these two days, and you don't have to go to work, and you will give me the work points."

"Ah... OK!" The girl hesitated for a moment, and nodded in response.

When the three of them left the house, Wang Mingyuan also took the opportunity to follow him. Who knew if this black girl would lock the house in the house again.

While watching the three of them leave, Wang Mingyuan vaguely heard some conversations between them.

"I heard that I should be from Mingcheng. I had an educated youth from Mingcheng at the educated youth site before. The one named Wang Baochang was the same accent."

"The clothes are also from the city, but the tender skin is obviously not from the countryside. If you stay in this country for a month or two, your skin will not be so good."

"Last year, the educated youth here, especially those in the Construction Corps, immediately tried every means to return to the city. Only eight people were left with only one girl."

"I guess this kid is probably an educated youth, and I'm afraid he doesn't want to take a shortcut from the mountains and return to the city."

The three of them said as they walked, and soon walked along the way they came and could not hear anything they said.

Wang Mingyuan then looked back at him and was still secretly looking at him. When he saw Wang Mingyuan turn around, his head immediately turned to Han Xiaoling. It turned out that he had made a special trip to Chenjiagou and asked someone to go. It took nearly 30 miles of mountain road, which was indeed a long time.

"Are you an educated youth here?"

"Um!"

"Where is this? That year, that month, that day?"

"This is Zhangjiaao from the Chenjiagou production team. On March 17, 1980... Your head will really break, right? You don't even know this!"

Han Xiaoling said, and involuntarily retreated further aside, looking alert. If her brain breaks down, would she be a lunatic? I have to be careful.

Wang Mingyuan was not mentally aware of her small actions. Although he had already given herself a vaccination from information such as production teams, educated youth, and worker points mentioned by several people, when Han Xiaoling gave the affirmative answer, Wang Mingyuan's heart was completely broken: "Damn it, it's a solid thing. I've really returned to Zhangjiaao in 1980. How do I live?"

This was forty years ago, and life was not as comfortable as forty years later. I felt that the life of screwing screws in the factory was too hard and irritable, so I thought of running away to the mountains to build a bee farm to start a business, work for myself, and live a leisurely life by the way. But I didn’t know that I had come to this more difficult era again.

In this era, it is difficult anywhere, especially in such remote rural areas.

At this moment, Wang Mingyuan felt a sense of urgency in his stomach. He looked around but could not find the toilet in his memory. He hurriedly asked, "Where is the toilet?"
Chapter completed!