Chapter 1 The Son of a Poor Family
This is Xiahe Village, an ordinary but extraordinary small village.
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is beautiful. There are lush trees on the mountain, abundant fish and shrimp in the water, a fence in front of the village, a loquat tree in the back, and melons and beans planted in front of and behind the house. It has the simplicity of a fenced-in hut and the indifference of green mountains and green waters.
In modern times, this village can definitely be called the most beautiful village, but it was different in ancient times. There was only poverty and backwardness without beauty.
There is a high slope at the west end of the village. From the high slope, you can have a panoramic view of most of the village. On the high slope, there is a five or six-year-old kid with a tiger-like head and a big head, looking at the village with emotion.
So what if the scenery is beautiful with green mountains and green water, but the transportation is inconvenient, the country relies on the weather for food, and is devastated by natural disasters. People who are struggling to make ends meet, what else do they appreciate besides food! It would be better to give him a multi-grain steamed bun than to let him see the rising sun rising over the mountains.
Isn’t it a bit strange for a child to express such emotion?
In fact, this is not the case. Although he is physically a five- or six-year-old child, Riko is an ancient Chinese graduate student in the 21st century who has been repeatedly torn on the road to employment. He has no money, no rights, and no girlfriend. After failing to apply for a job 100 times in a row, I lamented before going to bed that it was extremely difficult for a liberal arts dog majoring in ancient Chinese to find a job that matched my major. Unexpectedly, when I woke up, I would become this little brat named Zhu Ping'an and nicknamed Xiao Zhi. .
This body was sick before he came in. Maybe he didn't get through it. I don't know why he was stiff when he woke up.
After many days of insinuations, I learned that this was the Ming Dynasty, the era when the Four Books, Five Classics and Eight-legged Essays were popular. I could only look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and was so hurt that I felt so professional.
Take it as it comes, think about the embarrassment of being unable to put your major to use in the 21st century. Now that God has given you an opportunity for employment, it will be a waste of God's gift if you don't seize the opportunity, not to mention that you were still an uninvolved person in your previous life. The hanging orphan is here.
"Little pig, little pig, go home, be careful of your mother beating you until you cry again."
A group of naughty children roared past under the high slope, fearing that they would come back. If you get home late, you will be pushed to the ground and rubbed by the elders in the family.
Xiao Zhi! This nickname is also drunk. Even if it is a tiger or a stone, it sounds better than this name. Of course, he was just complaining. He also knew the reason why children were given cheap names in ancient times.
In the eyes of the ancients, the reason why it is difficult for children to survive is because they have to go through a series of obstacles created by ghosts and monsters since they are born. If they fail to overcome the obstacles, they will lose their lives. Livestock are different. They have low lives and don't need to break through the evil, so their survival rate is so high. So people think that the meaner the name for a child, the less human-like it is, the better. The survival rate of animals is not that high. The more animals are, the easier it is to live, and the easier it is to deceive the little devil of hell. If you are regarded as an animal, you don’t need to create a barrier. Damn.
When Zhu Ping'an heard that there were little boys in the village who were called "dog girls" or even "dog shit", he suddenly felt lucky for the rest of his life. Compared with the first two names, Xiao Zhi and Zhi'er still tasted bland. few.
It has been more than ten days since he came to this era, and Zhu Ping'an went from being uncomfortable to reluctantly accepting this fact.
Living in this era, name habits are secondary to living habits. This is an era when the old morals and ethics are prevalent. There is no need for electricity or internet. The Three Cardinal Guidelines and Five Constant Virtues, the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, the destiny of ghosts and gods, etc. are very popular. Therefore, the time-traveling protagonists written in those novels have the aura of the protagonist, and they look like a tiger's body that shakes the world and returns home. , Golden Finger is invincible when you open it, which is pure nonsense. If you had done this through time travel, you would have been burned to ashes by the village elders and the like. In this society where feudal ethics and cannibalism are common, if you are slightly abnormal, you may be regarded as possessed by a monster and burned.
This is really not an exaggeration. Because Wangtou in the village talked in his sleep for several nights, he was force-fed a large bowl of water mixed with burnt talisman paper; Wang Ermazi from the neighboring village imitated Orchid in the county. After talking to him, he only dragged her for a few words back to the village when he was possessed by the village elder. He was tied to a pillar and exposed to the sun for three days before he was done.
How can one person fight against the whole world.
Therefore, during the more than ten days since he came to this world, Zhu Pingan has been working hard to play the role of a child well. Be careful and try not to do anything out of line, lest you be tied to a wooden frame for barbecue. He doesn't want to speak for himself (take it with salt).
It's getting late, I have to go home quickly, or I'll get scolded again. Zhu Ping'an spread his short legs and ran down the high slope towards home.
Why do you feel the coolness and wind blowing on your thighs? Could it be that his short legs were moving at lightning speed?
Crotchless pants?
Why do you want a person with a mental age of more than 20 years old to wear crotchless pants and prevent him from having fun?
It is unbearable! I must fight for the right not to wear crotchless pants when I go back.
Along the way, there were irregular arrangements of thatched huts and adobe houses. Although Xiahe Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is still a backcountry and remote place because the locals only use the mountains and rivers to meet their daily needs. If you want to build a house, you go up the mountain and cut down a few trees and drag them home to make beams. If you don't have any rice to put in the pot, you go up the mountain to find some wild vegetables and fruits, and you go down into the water to catch two small fish and throw them into the pot. The feudal small-scale peasant economy still relied on the fields for a living. Most villagers relied on one-third of an acre of land to fill their stomachs, and the relatively wealthy ones were only a few landowners.
The landlord's family has a big business, with hundreds of acres of fertile land. If it is rented out, the rent for one year is enough for ordinary people to work hard for a lifetime. With money, they can buy land or buy a few shops. The money can be made and the life is better than honey. Sweet, compound profits. Life is as sweet as honey. The output of one-third of an acre of land for poor families is not enough to fill their teeth, so they can only rent land for farming. In ancient times, there was no policy of reducing or exempting land taxes. After working hard for a year to grow food, exorbitant taxes and land rents are eliminated, and the family can eat enough. It's good to have a full stomach.
The Zhu family is relatively good. They still have more than ten acres of fertile land. They are considered a middle-class family in the village. However, they cannot bear the large number of people. In addition, the uncle is not engaged in production and the Wen Shu science examination expenses are quite high. The old Zhu family It was also very stretched.
Of course, looking at it from the outside, the Zhu family’s life is not bad. Compared with the common thatched adobe houses in the village, at least the Zhu family’s courtyard is still a civil structure. But in fact, the Zhu family’s life is They are not as good as ordinary people in the village.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an walked in, he happened to meet his mother in this life, Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen was standing at the door of the yard with raised eyebrows and staring at him. When she saw that she had come back, her eyes turned like ice and snow. She was waiting for her to come back. of. Ms. Chen is in her thirties, dressed as a young woman, with a bit of aggressive eyebrows, her hair tied into a bun with a peeled hairpin, and her clean double-breasted skirt has two patches.
"Mom, I will never wear crotchless pants again." Zhu Ping'an's short legs had just entered the big threshold, and he began to fight for the right not to wear crotchless pants.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Chen grabbed his ear.
"You little bastard, you are incredible. I worked so hard to raise you, and even frugally made clothes for you, but you still dislike me. Don't wear crotchless pants when you are so old!"< br>
"Mom, ah, it hurts, it hurts. I am no longer a two or three-year-old child." Zhu Ping'an whined and begged for mercy. The little fat hand held Chen's arm and put his toes on it to relieve the pain.
Shit, you're only five years old. Mrs. Chen looked down at her five-year-old son and said this with inexplicable joy. Her little son was much livelier than his brother.
Although it was funny, the strength of Chen's hand did not weaken. This brat was not honest to begin with. He had been ill a few days ago, and after he recovered, he became even tougher and ran around all day long.
"You still know it hurts. You can't see anyone walking around all day long. I was abducted by Huazi, and I feel calm." Mrs. Chen said and glared at Zhu Pingan, thinking that a child was missing in the county. I still have lingering fears, but fortunately it is very safe for people to come and go in the village.
"Second sister-in-law, if any boy is not wild, it would be better if he has a solid skin, so don't punish the little pig." Third aunt Zhang, who was washing dishes and chopsticks by the well in the yard, looked at her with envy. Xiao Zhi, on the side, persuaded Mrs. Chen to calm down. Mrs. Zhang has just turned thirty, but she only has one daughter, Zhu Pingyu, who is one year younger than Zhu Pingan, so she is particularly envious of Mr. Chen for having two sons.
"Young man from the third family, please don't plead for him. This bastard just hasn't put on the roof for three days." Mrs. Chen said, grabbing Xiao Zhu Ping'an's ears and dragging him to the kitchen.
"Tell me, don't you dare to be wild and eat at home again?" Mrs. Chen said loudly, but she took out a peeled hard-boiled egg from the steamer, looked out of the window and saw that no one was paying attention. Quietly stuffed into Zhu Pingan's hand.
Eggs, Zhu Ping'an's eyes were shining brightly. After more than ten days of simple meals, he finally saw the smell of meat.
This is simply impossible to refuse.
"It hurts, mother, I don't dare to do it anymore." Zhu Ping'an took the egg and screamed in a pretentious manner.
In the 21st century, eating is one of his few hobbies. When "A Bite of China" was broadcast, he was frugal and ate everything cheap and edible. Absolutely You can be called a senior foodie.
It is purely natural and pollution-free, soft in the mouth, and tastes really good. It feels many times more delicious than modern eggs. Of course, it may be because I have only had a simple diet since I came here and don’t know the taste of meat.
Little clever devil, Mrs. Chen smiled angrily, tapped Zhu Ping'an's forehead, and whispered, "Eat quickly, it will be served to the table later. You are so obsessed with the world, but you are so tight." "I'm living in a big house."
At this time, Zhu Ping'an's heart felt very warm. Whether his family members in this life were his shrewish mother or his dull father, or his ten-year-old brother who was equally mature and honest. , they are all doing good to themselves from the bottom of their hearts.
My father is kind, my mother is kind, my brother is kind, and everything is warm.
This is also the main reason why Zhu Pingan accepted the fact of time travel. As an orphan in the 21st century, he had never experienced the warmth of a family. Here he felt the care of an old cow licking a calf, and he gradually became more willing to do so. .
"Mom, you are so kind. I will be filial to you when I grow up." Zhu Pingan said with emotion while holding Chen's thigh. I am your son, and I will be filial to you from now on.
Ms. Chen saw her youngest son acting like a spoiled child like a spoiled child, and it was obviously very helpful to her. She felt that her youngest son was much cuter than her elder son. I had come to see my boss earlier. The stupid boy said to his father that eating secretly was not a good man. He almost made Mrs. Chen angry and had to kick him out. Fortunately, his younger son was not that old-fashioned. I clicked on it and said, "Thank you for not being angry with me. Wipe your mouth quickly so that you won't be seen later." (End of Chapter)