All the heavens begin with the love in the courtyard.

"May I ask where you are from, and what your name is?"

Han Chunming picked up the teacup, took a sip, and immediately put it down. This stuff couldn't really be called tea; it was a strange herbal decoction with a slightly salty and pungent taste. It was really odd.

Upon hearing the question, Han Chunming replied somewhat awkwardly.

"My surname is Han, you can just call me Han Chunming. I've been traveling around with my master since I was a child. This is my first time coming down the mountain, so I'm sorry, I don't even know where I'm from!"

Han Chunming was not used to the way ancient people spoke, so he tried his best to express himself in his own words!

When Shen Yang heard Han Chunming's answer, he smiled awkwardly. The two had only met by chance, and regardless of whether Han Chunming had really just come down from the mountain, since he didn't want to say, he felt embarrassed to ask too much.

Shen Yang quickly pointed to the dried fruit on the small table and said to Han Chunming.

"Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality!"

Han Chunming quickly waved his hand and said.

"That's enough, that's enough. By the way, sir, how do I get to Pei County from here?"

Shen Yang paused for a moment, then smiled and said.

"If you go north from Pei County, it's more than 500 li from here. If you follow this road for another 50 li or so, you'll reach an official road. Go north from there for another 120 li, and there you'll find..."

Han Chunming quickly cupped his hands in thanks!

In fact, Han Chunming didn't understand anything the other party said. Many of the place names were completely different from modern place names, and he was unfamiliar with them. He could only ask around later!

It's only 500 li, not far at all!

It was the first time the two had met, and Han Chunming's strange attire and lack of the aristocratic tone typical of this era made him seem like an unrespectable person.

Shen Yang had no intention of getting to know him better. Although he was still polite, after a few words, his attitude became noticeably distant.

Han Chunming originally wanted to ask to borrow some travel expenses, but seeing the other party's attitude, Han Chunming felt embarrassed.

He doesn't have social anxiety, nor does he do anything to deliberately please others!

The food in the Qin Dynasty was even simpler than Han Chunming had imagined. There were basically only two cooking methods: roasting and stewing. There were also very few seasonings, except for dry yellow salt and an unknown dark sauce.

However, wealthy people or nobles like Shen Yang are very particular about their meals. The small table where they had just drunk tea has been put away, and a large wooden table has been laid out.

Several servants brought over a few earthenware pots and bowls. Five people ate, and there were twelve dishes on the table, mostly meat, as well as a wine pot.

The staple foods were chestnut rice and sorghum cakes. Chestnuts are what we now call millet, and they are golden in color and look quite appetizing.

The dishes included stewed venison, boiled chicken slices, boiled goose meat, and barbecued rabbit, grilled fish, and grilled chicken...

Han Chunming couldn't help but think of the ordinary people he had seen in Tucheng, and looking at the delicacies on his table, he couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, no matter which dynasty it is, the rich and powerful don't treat ordinary people like human beings!

Seeing a table full of dishes, and all the meat looking completely natural, is such a luxury!

Once all the dishes were served, Shen Yang quickly urged Han Chunming to start eating, while a maidservant poured wine, and the other servants stood not far away.

Han Chunming picked up the white jade chopsticks on the table and couldn't help but sigh at the rich dog.

After fussing around for a while, Han Chunming was indeed a bit hungry. He picked up a piece of meat that looked like venison and stuffed it into his mouth to chew!

"Hmm, it tastes good too!"

Han Chunming was surprised to find that the taste was quite good. The venison not only had no fishy smell, but also had a faint sweet aroma, which meant it had obviously been marinated before cooking. It must have contained honey and some kind of spice!

Han Chunming picked up another piece of rabbit meat. The meat was firm and tasted much better than rabbit meat from later generations. He realized he had underestimated this era.

Of course, if you make it yourself, it will taste several times better, but this authentic flavor is nice to enjoy occasionally!

Seeing that Han Chunming was eating heartily, Shen Yang quickly raised his wine glass in a gesture of respect.

Han Chunming also picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

It didn't taste like alcohol, and had a slightly sweet and sour flavor. Han Chunming smacked his lips and thought the wine was a bit of a failure, but considering the times, it was normal!

Han Chunming enjoyed his meal quite a bit. He was already thirsty and hungry, and then he ate meat and drank alcohol in large quantities, which was really satisfying!

Although the alcohol content was low, it was still thirst-quenching enough to drink like water. Han Chunming gulped down a whole pot in one go, which was at least two jin (1 kg), leaving everyone in awe!

Shen Yang's opinion of Han Chunming dropped even further; such a heavy drinker was clearly a dissolute character.

If it weren't for Han Chunming's unusual attire and tall stature, Shen Yang would have kicked him out long ago!

After Han Chunming finished his meal, he noticed that Shen Yang's expression was noticeably off and guessed what was on his mind. However, since they were just casual acquaintances, Han Chunming didn't want to explain further.

The master drinks wine and eats meat, while the servants beside him gnaw on flatbread and drink cold water—this was a characteristic of the era.

After they finished eating, Shen Yang didn't want to have much contact with Han Chunming. He hurriedly said goodbye to Han Chunming and then told the servants to start loading the carriage and setting off.

Clearly, Shen Yang had no intention of traveling together. Han Chunming, having already eaten their meal, felt embarrassed to ask for travel expenses again, so he simply stood aside and watched everyone load the cart and set off.

The Shen family of four rode in two carriages, while the other carriage carried their supplies. All the servants followed the carriages, and the group quickly disappeared into the mountain forest.

Han Chunming patted the black horse tied to the tree and shook his head helplessly. It seemed he had to change his clothes, otherwise he would have no way to move around in this era!

Although the alcohol content wasn't high, it still had a bit of an aftereffect. Han Chunming felt languid all over and really wanted to find a place to lie down for a while, but looking at this desolate wilderness, he decided against it.

Han Chunming lay on the horse's back, swaying and riding forward. He wasn't in a hurry and rode slowly.

He didn't know how long they had been traveling, but Han Chunming was almost asleep on the horse's back.

Suddenly, he heard the sounds of swords clashing and shouts of battle coming from ahead. Han Chunming was startled, his lazy demeanor vanished instantly, and he quickly slapped his horse's back and shouted, "Giddy up!"

He spurred his horse forward, rode for several hundred meters, and crossed a small hill. Not far away, around a bend, the shouts of a group of people suddenly appeared before him!

A group of burly men with black and yellow turbans tied around their heads were hacking and slashing at three carriages. There were about thirty of them, about ten of whom were on horseback and carrying long knives, while the rest were carrying spears.

The group that was besieging them was Shen Yang and his group, who had previously dined with Han Chunming.

However, Shen Yang and his group were in a bad situation. Of the original dozen or so people, only seven or eight were still resisting.

Several servants had been cut down and lay on the ground, their fate unknown. A maid had her arm severed and was sitting on the ground, wailing loudly.

To Han Chunming's surprise, Shen Yang and his two sons each wielded a sword with great force, forcing the surrounding group of attackers to stay away.

However, it was clear that they wouldn't be able to hold out for long, as Han Chunming had already seen people on the periphery taking out bows and arrows and aiming them at them!

Han Chunming was startled when he saw this scene. He then slapped his horse and roared at the burly men.

"You little brat, you dare to play dirty tricks!"

With that, Han Chunming, unarmed, rode the black horse and charged towards the group.

Han Chunming's shout immediately attracted the attention of both sides. Shen Yang also saw Han Chunming rush into the battle with his bare hands, and he was both excited and worried.

Upon seeing Han Chunming, the group of burly men around him immediately began to chatter amongst themselves. Two of the men on horseback were the first to raise their long swords and charge at Han Chunming.

Upon seeing this, Han Chunming snorted, and his black horse, in pain, let out a mournful neigh, quickening its pace once more.

Han Chunming ran towards the two men, a scene that attracted the attention of at least most people. Even the group of burly men who were attacking Shen Yang and his son relaxed their guard a little.

When Shen Yang saw that Han Chunming had no weapon in his hand, he immediately shouted anxiously.

"Brother Han, be careful!"

As they spoke, Han Chunming approached the two men. The three horses rode side by side almost simultaneously, and the three men brushed past each other. The two men, one on the left and one on the right, raised their long knives, ready to dismember Han Chunming.

Han Chunming didn't dodge at all. He shouted and his hands moved as fast as lightning, striking at the same time. He grabbed the arms of the two men who were wielding their swords from the left and right, and with a pull, the two men were dragged off their horses!

Get out of my way!

Han Chunming's hands were like iron, tightly gripping the wrists of the two men. He swung them up and threw them into the air like trash. The two men flew more than ten meters. One of them crashed into a tree trunk with a loud "bang." The tree shook, and the man coughed up blood and slumped down to the ground.

Another person rolled into the group of more than thirty people, knocking down the two horses blocking the way at the front. People and horses tumbled and chaos ensued!

Han Chunming's seemingly inhuman power shocked everyone the moment he made his move. Shen Yang and his son were especially dumbfounded. This was not human, but a god!

Han Chunming laughed heartily, feeling incredibly exhilarated. The black horse beneath him sensed Han Chunming's emotions and could only continue charging forward.

Han Chunming passed by a burly man holding a spear, grabbed the spear from the man's hand, and, holding the spear in one hand, charged into the group of burly men on horseback.

This group of people even killed women and children, so Han Chunming naturally didn't intend to show any mercy. Besides, Shen Yang had just treated him to a meal, so he would just consider it as repaying the other party!

Actually, there's another point: in modern society, Han Chunming feels that his strength is increasing year by year.

However, there are very few opportunities for real combat. At that time, he wondered what would happen if he were in ancient times, fighting alone with a spear into a vast army.

Although there are only thirty-odd people now, it's enough for him to have a good time!

Holding a spear nearly three meters long, Han Chunming shouted loudly, and a group of burly men who were terrified were immediately confronted. These men instinctively raised their weapons to defend themselves.

But the spear in Han Chunming's hand was like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, specifically targeting the neck of the opponent. The spear easily pierced one throat after another, tearing the skin and flesh of the neck into pieces.

In Han Chunming's eyes, these thirty-odd burly men looked like a group of meat skewers waiting to be pierced. His spear was pierced through one by one like a barbecue skewer, and their heads rolled askew on the grass.

Han Chunming didn't know how many times he had chopped off the heads of the horsemen around him. The ground was covered in blood, and several headless corpses hung from the horses' backs, swaying precariously.

Those who were still armed with spears were either knocked away by him, the tall ones were thrown into the air, and the rest had already dropped their weapons. Some scattered and fled, while a few lay on the ground trembling, raising their little hands to indicate that they had given up!

Only after the surrounding area had been cleared of blood did the crimson color in Han Chunming's eyes finally begin to clear.

He looked at the corpses in the blood on the ground, then at the chipped spear in his hand, and the cruelty he had felt earlier vanished completely.

Han Chunming sighed silently, realizing that he had finally gone on a killing spree. But why did he still feel empty after venting his anger?

Just then, Shen Yang and his two sons hurriedly ran to Han Chunming's horse. The three of them simultaneously cupped their hands in greeting, and Shen Yang, looking excited, bowed to Han Chunming.

"I, Shen Yang of Qi, am here to thank Mr. Han for saving my life!"

After speaking, Shen Yang bowed deeply to Han Chunming.

Han Chunming then smiled, threw away the spear in his hand, and casually waved his hand, saying...

"Old Shen, don't be so polite. You treated me to a meal before, so this will make up for it!"

Shen Yang felt that the way Han Chunming addressed him as "Old Shen" was a bit strange, but he was still very grateful for Han Chunming's bold and generous manner, so he quickly said...

"I was negligent in my previous dealings with Mr. Han. I hope you will forgive me for any offense I may have caused!"

Han Chunming laughed heartily, waved his hand, and indicated that it was nothing.

Han Chunming felt that he had only warmed up after his rampage, as the group had just been terrified by him and the subsequent slaughter was basically one-sided. He still felt that it wasn't quite enough.

Looking at the groans of the crowd on the ground, Han Chunming shook his head and called out to Shen Yang, who was still exchanging pleasantries.

"Old Shen, don't be so polite. Hurry up and save people. Find all the injured and get the doctors to treat them!"

Shen Yang immediately nodded and began to have the intact servants get to work.

Han Chunming glanced around and saw that almost everyone present had been injured. Even Shen Yang's son had blood flowing from his thigh, clearly from being stabbed by a spear.