Chapter 2 seems to be in trouble

To everyone's surprise, the uncle suddenly pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Lu Zhe, his thick eyebrows and big eyes blinking, his lips constantly moving.

The soldiers of the Qin army wore long robes, fastened leather belts at their waists, donned short trousers, wrapped their legs with cloth strips, wore light footwear, and had their hair styled in a round bun on the right side of their heads. They carried weapons such as bows, crossbows, halberds, and spears—these were the light troops (light infantry)

A woman? Alright! So far, only one old lady has come over, and it is unclear what she intends to do; no young women have appeared yet. However! ... Lü Zhe firmly believes that one day, the uncle will bring a woman over, and that day will mark the beginning of a stallion life

In an instant, Lü Zhe was completely dumbfounded; that elongated object was not merely similar, it was fundamentally a spear!

Since one has come, one should make oneself comfortable. Lü Zhe was not so heartless; as a 'modern person' who had not experienced much hardship, he disliked foods that were difficult to swallow and was even less accustomed to drinking water that had not been boiled. Most detestable to him was the 'bed' made haphazardly from weeds. But what could be done about it? He had indeed tried to leave, yet after walking in one direction for three days, before being pulled back by the uncle, he had not seen a single four-wheeled vehicle, nor even a two-wheeled one. Strangely, he had hardly encountered any people, and those he did meet spoke in dialects.

This was not the end; Lü Zhe was almost dumbfounded, becoming a mere puppet. Aside from the fact that his hair was too short to be styled into a long crown, he was adorned with a belt and had his legs bound. Finally, a leather helmet was placed on his head, and he stood holding a spear. With his robust stature, he indeed appeared somewhat imposing.

The stone table is truly composed of stones of various sizes, forming an oval-shaped vertical stack. The surface is not flat, and the jar placed on the relatively coarse stones is slightly tilted. Its shape is very simple, round and shallow, containing some clear water mixed with beans, with no trace of oil visible.

Peanuts are just bullets, but uncle, don't say you don't understand what Lü Zhe is saying. Even if you do understand, you probably wouldn't care anyway

A month has passed since that awakening, with the sun rising and setting each day. Faced with an uncle who only speaks a certain dialect, Lü Zhe is unable to obtain any useful information due to the language barrier, and he does not even know whether this place can still be considered part of China

Here, one cannot see tall buildings, nor even the slightest hint of the spiderweb-like power lines typical of small villages. The environment lacks any modern atmosphere; apart from the clear sky and fresh air, for Lü Zhe, it feels as though he has transitioned from civilization to the wilderness. Everything seems so unfamiliar, accompanied by a strong sense of incongruity.

Eat rice!

The armor is merely adorned with a few small bronze plates of varying sizes, these metallic pieces glimmering with a bluish hue, the largest measuring 8 centimeters in length and 3 centimeters in width, primarily serving to protect vital areas such as the heart.

Lu Zhe had a rather ominous feeling; he could not figure out the reason behind it. The uncle was holding a package in his left hand and a long object resembling a spear in his right hand.

The uncle glares with his big eyes, holding a jar and shoveling beans into his mouth with a "smack"; this is almost a repeated scene at every meal. Look at those furrowed brows, which give off an inexplicable ferocity. ... To eat like this, one must say ... . ... It is indeed justified and vivid to say he resembles a mountain bandit.

Time travel? Lü Zhe had never considered this direction at all. He deeply suspected that he had been knocked unconscious by someone and then sold to some remote mountain to become a son. Hmm? Yes! It is precisely that kind of tool for carrying on the family line, taking on someone else's surname solely for the purpose of reproduction.

The uncle completely ignored what Lü Zhe was dazed about, stuffed the package in, handed it over, and turned around to enter the thatched cottage

In the end, Lu Zhe was dazed and had his outer garment stripped away, and in a state of confusion, he donned the gray long robe, feeling at a loss as he put on the armor

The uncle glanced a few times, seemingly very satisfied, and shouted something loudly. In a swift manner, he rushed into the thatched hut and took out a sword. He adjusted it around Lü Zhe's waist, then fastened the sword to the belt, stepped back two paces, bowed, clasped his fists, and shouted loudly

As for the leather helmet, it is actually more akin to a leather seed, with almost no defensive function

Soybeans are actually a type of bean, and they are consumed primarily for sustenance, lacking any notable flavor

I... I..." Lü Zhe has now come to understand, with armor-piercing projectiles, holding a spear and wielding a sword, "I... I was struck by lightning and crossed over!"

The uncle could not understand what Lu Zhe was saying, but he grasped the meaning through his gestures. He seemed somewhat taken aback by the rejection, finding it strange that this young man would refuse to eat meat. Miraculously, he did not shout and scream as he usually did; instead, he set down the empty can he had finished and sighed as he walked towards the thatched hut

Since then, Lu Zhe began to persistently run away, without any unexpected incidents. A few days later, he would definitely be caught and brought back by the uncle, but fortunately, he was not beaten.

Lu Zhe sensed the uncle's unusual behavior, and he felt somewhat uneasy under that strange gaze. He listened to the dialect in his ears, which he could not understand at all, and involuntarily thought: "It seems he is looking for a woman to carry on the family line? Is the life of a stud about to begin?" And there seemed to be a hint of expectation in his heart? He could only pray that the woman found through the library would not be too terrible.

If you can understand, the old man is saying: "Young man, this matter is somewhat unscrupulous, but I am also left with no choice, as there are no strong men at home to serve in the military. After eating this jerky, make sure to preserve your life well when you reach the frontier."

Lu Zhe lowered his head to look at the dried lump that resembled meat, even bringing it to his nose to sniff it, and shook his head resolutely: "Uncle, eating this will cause diarrhea." Is it possible not to have diarrhea? This thing has no idea how long it has been hidden, reeking of sweat.

In the past, during meals, the uncle would always squat down and focus solely on shelling beans. However, today was somewhat different. After shelling a few beans, he would always pause to look at Lü Zhe, his expression carrying an indescribable quality, seemingly a mix of shame or helplessness

It seems to be these two pronunciations? So far, Lü Zhe has only understood the meaning of this syllable, "In the vastness of heaven and earth, eating is the most important." When he turned his head to look, the uncle was, as usual, standing in front of a stone table, holding a dark jar in each hand, signaling him to come over quickly

Lu Zhe has been puzzled by one thing: it is one thing for the people here to eat this food that he cannot name, and the lack of oily taste is acceptable, but the fact that it is almost devoid of saltiness is something he can endure. However! Why are there no chopsticks, and instead, they use the root of a plant that has been slightly modified to resemble a spoon to scoop it up?

Just ...? ... Lü Zhe is being foolish, so what is hetushu.com doing? He was astonished: "Could it be that ... the uncle is an antique dealer!"

The elder expressed his dissatisfaction with Lu Zhe for merely standing there without changing into his armor. He shouted something, and unexpectedly, he took action.

What is it ... ... ? Trafficking in cultural relics is illegal and one will be invited by the state to have peanuts !

When the uncle came out again, he solemnly held a leather helmet, with a heavy package hanging behind him

Uncertain of the month, waves of sultry heat blew in succession. Lu Zhe, dressed in coarse linen and leaning against a thatched cottage, appeared somewhat dazed as he gazed at the yellowing weeds ahead.

Lu Zhe stared blankly at the somewhat heavy object in his hand, curious to open the package and take a look. Inside was a set of pure gray linen clothing, which seemed to have some age to it. As he flipped it over, he unexpectedly encountered metal. Upon closer inspection, he was once again stunned; it was clearly a piece of armor sewn with bronze plates! Looking at it, this armor also appeared to be quite old. As for the object in his hand, although it had been well maintained, it could not conceal the passage of time. He struck the hooked blade, and it seemed he could still hear a buzzing sound.

Take off, put on

The long robe is not the type of long-sleeved garment worn by Confucian scholars that appears elegant and graceful; rather, it is a slightly longer version of a short garment. According to ancient terminology, it refers to the type of Hu clothing seen in the attire of Zhao Wuling Wang, known for his adoption of nomadic dress for cavalry and archery.