Into Unscientific Chapter 102

  Chapter 102 The real **** plot

  Time goes back a little further fifteen minutes.

  Plop—

   There was only a crisp sound of splashes, and a figure suddenly fell from the void.

   After a while.

   "Puff—"

  Xu Yun raised his head from the water and spit out a mouthful of clear cold water.

   After taking a few breaths, he began to look around.

   Well, there is actually nothing to look around - he is currently at the bottom of a well that is more than one meter wide and 13 to 14 meters deep, and he can see the exit with some light when he looks up.

  The original depth of the well water was about 80 centimeters, but after falling into a person, the height rose about 5 centimeters, barely reaching Xu Yun's waist, and a wooden barrel hung near his neck.

  Feeling the wetness from the lower body, Xu Yun touched his body briefly, and frowned slightly:

  The mobile phone still didn't travel with me, so there is no need to worry about the problem of water entering the mobile phone.

  But the compressed biscuits that I carried with me were soaked in water, and they had already begun to show signs of foaming, so they probably couldn't be stored for a long time.

  As for the most critical gold and silver currency, it is okay to say that it can be used even if it is in water, so the situation is not too bad.

   But the strange thing is that now that he has regained consciousness, the task reminder of the halo has not appeared.

   Could it be said that he still has to be shocked by the power of knowledge to activate the mission like Mavericks did back then?

   While Xu Yun was thinking, he suddenly felt a sliding sensation from his ankle.

  Xu Yun's expression moved slightly, and he quickly put several items into the wooden barrel that did not touch the water.

  Then bent down and fumbled in the water.

   One minute later.

  Xu Yun stood up again, with one more in his hand.

fish.

  Fishing Guys Never Air Force.jpg.

   Then he raised the fish up and observed it carefully.

   Through the moonlight shining into the bottom of the well, it can be seen that this is a golden carp with a body length of nearly 30 centimeters.

   It is a very common custom to raise fish in well water.

   Most of the wells are open-air, and when it is windy and rainy, there will be some impurities in the well.

  In this way, it is easy to breed some algae plants or small insects in the well, which will pollute the water source.

  Put a few small fish down properly, these algae plants and small insects will be eaten by the small fish, and the problem of pollution will no longer exist.

  The second is to prevent poisoning. I won't say much about it. The rural children should be more impressed.

   It can be said that poisoning well water has been a very common operation since ancient times.

  So what surprised Xu Yun was not the fish in the well, but the species of the fish

  As a Ph.D. in biology, Xu Yun wouldn't exaggerate to the extent of humanoid self-propelled discriminators, but it's not difficult to distinguish some species with more characteristics.

   "The sides of the body are flat, the abdomen is round, and the focus is on the 2 pairs of maxilla."

  Xu Yun frowned while looking at it, and the color of surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger:

   "This is the Yellow River carp?"

  Yellow River carp is a fish belonging to the genus Cyprinidae of the family Cyprinidae.

  Plump body, thick meat, tender and delicious, rich in nutrition. Cough cough, wrong wrong.

  Yellow River carp, as its name suggests, is a special species of carp that lives in the local Yellow River!

   That's right!

   Except for the Yellow River Basin, you can't see this kind of carp at all.

   Even if the Asian carp invaded Europe and the United States in later generations, the Yellow River carp still remained in a relatively narrow territory in the mainland.

   At most, it will cover some remote provinces by breeding.

   So it's obvious.

  The era when the dungeon came this time was not abroad, but

   Native!

  Thinking of this, Xu Yun's eyes lit up involuntarily:

   "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 of them is a western-style black curly hair, and the other is an ancient hair band headgear bought on Taobao for 54 yuan.

   After all, no matter which dynasty you wear in ancient or modern China or foreign countries, the costumes can barely be explained by exotic clothes, but the hairstyle is a bit unique.

   Right now, due to falling into the water, most of the hair hood has been wet, and the wetness is not very beautiful.

  But Xu Yun didn't pay too much attention to it, and simply twisted it a few times before putting it on his head.

   After finishing these, he tried to pull the rope of the barrel.

   Well, a little loose.

   Students who have fallen into the well should know it.

  A person wants to climb up from the well, on the premise that the rope cannot be used, firstly depends on your injury, and secondly depends on the diameter of the well.

   If the diameter of the bottom of the well is about one meter, then it is very simple.

  The wells within this range can use the back against the well wall, and rely on the forward push of the legs and the alternate support of the elbows to move upwards, which is relatively labor-saving.

  Unfortunately, the diameter of the well that Xu Yun fell into was nearly 1.5 meters.

  He is not the two-meter-long Qinggang Ying in Douyin, so it is obviously difficult to climb out of the wellhead by himself.

   In desperation, Xu Yun could only choose another way.

   He cleared his throat and shouted towards the mouth of the well:

   "Is anyone there? 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.

  The main building of the mansion is mostly the north wing room, which is where the owner lives.

  The east and west wing rooms depend on the situation, some are guest rooms, and some are arranged for young masters and ladies to live in.

  The people living in the South Wing are mostly servants of the mansion. Basically, servants with different duties are on duty or working 24 hours a day.

  For example, at this moment, the old steward of the mansion is arranging the expenses for tomorrow near the south wing.

   "Little San'er, you get a hundred and twenty coins, and you can go to Hongyuji to buy some pastries tomorrow at Maoshi. Don't ask for sweet tofu nao."

   "Yongzhu, tomorrow you bring three hundred wen, and go to Huang Butcher's shop to cut some lean meat, not a little fat, but finely chop it into simmered meat."

"Ah Ping."

   Just as the old steward was explaining the arrangements for the next day with everyone in detail, there was a faint shout in his ears.

"anyone there"

  The old steward thought it was because he was getting old and had auditory hallucinations, so he didn't care.

   But gradually.

   That voice became clearer and clearer in the dark night, and even had an echo.

  The old steward couldn't help but frowned, and asked the few people in front of him:

   "Did you hear any noise?"

   Several servants nodded quickly:

   "I heard it, I heard it!"

  The middle-aged man named Yongzhu looked around for a while, his eyes suddenly locked on a certain direction, pointed there and said:

   "Old man, the sound seems to come from the well behind the wall?"

   Then he suddenly thought of something, his face turned blue:

   "Howling in the middle of the night, could it be a ghost?"

  As soon as Yongzhu said this, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little depressed.

  In the Song Dynasty, it was popular to worship ghosts. Even in the bureaucratic class, many officials believed in supernatural beings.

  Among them, Bao Qingtian judges Yang every day and breaks Yin at night, which is very representative. Many images of female ghosts in later generations also originated from the Song Dynasty.

   Therefore, among ordinary people, many things are unconsciously brought up to ghosts and gods.

   "Calm down, everyone!"

  The old steward used to be the governor when he was in the army. After he joined his master, the servants in the mansion still respected him in the name of the governor. Hearing this, he immediately shouted:

   "We are full of yang, the head of the family is upright, Xiao San and A Ping are children, even if there are ghosts, there is no need to be afraid, what are you making a fuss about?

  Old Qitou, you go to the front yard to find the master, if you haven't undressed, invite him to come over.

  The rest of the people wait and grab their guns and sticks, and follow me to explore, maybe they are some rascals playing late at night. "

   As he spoke, he took the first to pick up a simple knife and lit a torch.

   Lead people to the wellhead behind the wall.

  The mouth of the well is only thirty or fifty steps away from where everyone was before, so every time you take a step, the voice in your ears will become louder.

   "Help me"

"anyone there"

   After a while.

  The old manager and others walked to the mouth of the well.

   Then the old steward stood at the mouth of the well and shouted down, holding a simple knife in one hand and a torch in the other:

   "Is there anyone below?"

   Seeing the appearance of the torch, Xu Yun who was down the well felt certain.

  Although the halo once again translated the language of the person above into semantics that he could understand.

   But Xu Yun is sure that this language is not the English that Mavericks spoke before, but the authentic ancient Mandarin.

   As for which dynasty's official language it was, he didn't know, but he could vaguely hear a Zhongzhou accent.

   This is good news, after all, the country of Manchu Qing is not in Zhongzhou, which avoids some bad situations.

   Then he arched his hands into a trumpet and shouted upwards:

   "The old man above, Xiao Ke is a traveler who slipped and fell into the well pit. I feel guilty for disturbing you in the middle of the night, and I hope you can rescue me!"

  The old steward at the mouth of the well heard the words, and couldn't help but look at the surrounding courtyard walls that were more than ten feet high, with a strange expression on his face:

  Which traveler can walk over a courtyard wall that is more than ten feet high, and run to someone else's house?

   Didn't this person think that he stumbled in a village in the wilderness?

Of course.

  Ghosts have been very eloquent since ancient times, and they can't rely on this person's one-sided words.

  Then he thought for a while, and summoned two servants to give some instructions, and the two servants left in response.

   After a while.

  One of the servants came back with a thick rope. The old steward asked Yong Zhu and others to fix one end, and shouted into the well:

  "Wu Na man! You and I will talk about other matters later, and I will drag you up from the well first, what do you want?"

   Soon, Xu Yun's reply came from the well:

   "Thank you, old man!"

  The old steward stepped back a few steps upon hearing this, and threw the rope into the well as he called.

   A few breaths later.

  The outside of the rope suddenly tightened, apparently someone pulled the rope from below and exerted force.

  With the assistance of a fixed rope, Xu Yun climbed up the wellhead along the well wall without much effort, like climbing a rock.

  As soon as he emerged from the well, everyone around him, including the old steward, all took a big step back.

   As a modern person, Xu Yun's complexion is obviously fair to the ancients, not to mention that he stayed underwater for a while.

   Right now.

  Under the light of the torch at night, his face was as white as a ghost, bloodless.

   This scene, coupled with the black down jacket on him, still has some impact on the old steward and others.

   Seeing this situation, Xu Yun couldn't help but a wry smile appeared on his face.

   Then he arched his hands and was about to speak:

   "This old man, Xiao Ke."

  However, before he finished speaking, he felt a splash of liquid on his back.

   This liquid is extremely sticky and has a slight **** smell.

  Xu Yun subconsciously touched it, and found that the place where he touched it was bright red.

   At the same time, a surprised voice came from behind him:

   "Huh? The black dog blood hidden in the ice cellar for ten years is useless? Is it really human?"

  Xu Yun turned his head in a daze, and found a little boy in his teens standing behind him, holding a red wooden basin in his hand.

  True·Dog blood plot

at the same time.

   Seeing that the blood of the black dog didn't work, the old steward gained courage.

  He shouted loudly, Pu Dao stood up:

   "Come here, take this thief down for me!"

   Shua la—

   After a few seconds.

  Looking at the stick on his neck, Xu Yun sighed slightly:

  Why is it the beginning of **** difficulty again?

   Don't think it's too short, I will code all night tonight, when my uncle comes back, someone will take over

  (end of this chapter)

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