Chapter 4 Mysterious Ancient Books
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Zhang Hao raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his blackened sleeves.
He straightened up and looked at the cleared out most of the living room, breathing heavily.
After long-term drinking, no exercise, and irregular work and rest, his body may not be able to keep up with Li Siyu now.
After the whole house is cleaned up and all the garbage is sent away, the small yard will be tidied up. At least it will look like a home.
"Siyu, hoo, wait a while, I will, hoo, after I finish cleaning the living room, I will clean up the room for you..."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the Taishi chair at the door.
But Li Siyu, who was supposed to be sitting on the Grand Master's chair, left at some point.
Even the black donkey she had brought was taken away.
Siyu... left?
Could it be that his rebirth changed the original trajectory of things, causing the butterfly effect?
It shouldn’t be...
Click, click.
Squeak.
While he was thinking.
The sound of the black donkey's hooves stepping on the bluestone bricks outside the courtyard sounded in my ears, which was very rhythmic.
Then, he saw Li Siyu leading the black donkey and holding an oilcloth umbrella, walking slowly.
There were two large bags hanging on both sides of the black donkey. There were faintly sprouting green vegetable leaves in one of the bags.
Li Siyu raised his head, and their eyes met.
"It's getting late, I'm going to cook first. Do you... have anything you want to eat? By the way, Aunt Zhao also brought rice cakes. Do you want to eat them?" Li Siyu's tone was devoid of any emotion, and his eyes were full of emotion. There was also some dodging.
Gululu~
Zhang Hao breathed a long sigh of relief, and then his stomach made a sound. An unbearable, heart-wrenching hunger came over him, making him frown.
But he still let a faint smile appear at the corner of his mouth: "I'm not picky about food."
Li Siyu pondered for a moment, did not speak, just nodded, and led the black donkey to the kitchen nearby.
Zhang Hao touched his belly, saliva secreted from his mouth.
In his memory, Li Siyu's cooking skills were unparalleled in the entire Zhaojia Village, and no one who had eaten it said it was not delicious.
In his last life, Li Siyu cooked for him for five years. Even when he was in bad health later, Li Siyu still managed to cook.
Over the past five years, Zhang Hao has long been accustomed to that smell.
After Li Siyu passed away, he never had such delicious food again. Every moment, every day and every night, he fantasized about eating it again, even... just once.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand again and pinched his arm.
Hiss, it hurts.
That means this is really not a dream.
Wiping the sweat that had once again formed on his forehead, Zhang Hao turned to look at the living room that had not yet been completely cleaned. Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly.
It's not a problem to continue doing this, you still need to use some tools to increase efficiency.
For example, woven bags used to hold garbage, ropes used to tie paper shells, etc.
Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if the living room hasn't been cleared out yet when we have dinner.
And all the tools at home...should be placed in the cellar, right?
In the few years before his rebirth, Li Siyu took care of the house. At most, he was helpful, but he was mostly a disservice.
A silent sigh.
Forget it, let’s go find it yourself. Zhang Hao turned around and stepped across the threshold, walking towards the cellar according to the location in his memory.
……
Zhiqua~
Accompanied by a sound that seemed to come from a long history, Zhang Hao opened the wooden board in the cellar.
In an instant, a rotten, damp, and unpleasant smell filled the nostrils.
Zhang Hao raised his hand and waved the smell vigorously, and looked inside the cellar with the light remaining outside.
The clutter piled up together, making it look disorganized, and it was hard to even find a place to stay.
In my memory, except for occasionally entering the cellar to play when I was a child, it seems that I have never entered it again since I grew up...
Putting aside these unreasonable thoughts, he carefully stepped on the ladder that was probably older than his grade and entered the cellar step by step.
The rotten, damp, unpleasant smell became even stronger.
Squinting his eyes and holding his breath, he used the light projected from his head to look at everything in the cellar, looking for woven bags or ropes that might be placed here.
It can be seen that no one has been in the cellar for a long time, and everything is covered with a thick layer of dust.
Without thinking much, he stepped forward, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, frowned, and rummaged for what he needed among the messy piles of clutter.
It didn't take long for him to find the woven bag, rope, and other things he needed.
At this moment, he was attracted by a simple box in the corner of the cellar, with a surface covered with thick dust.
He remembered that the old man in the box seemed very precious.
When he was a child, he tried to open it many times, but his father stopped him...
Could it be that there is some kind of rare treasure in that box? An unborn treasure?
Strong curiosity welled up in his heart, driving him closer to the box.
He took out the box from the pile of debris and looked at it in front of his eyes.
There was a small lock on the box, but it was rusted to death. He opened the box without much effort.
Inside the box are pieces of yellow paper, which looks very dated.
After casually browsing, there were some land deeds, as well as land certificates that had been abolished long ago, etc.
Sure enough, after knowing it, there was nothing to be curious about.
Zhang Hao smiled and was about to close the box and let it stay in the pile of debris.
From the corner of his eye, he saw what seemed to be a book underneath where the box had been placed.
Book?
Zhang Hao paused, put down the box, and picked up the ancient-looking book from the ground.
The simple yellow wordless cover reveals a strong ancient atmosphere.
Opening the cover, you can see a few large characters on the first page, written sharply and like dragons and phoenixes.
Zhang Hao took a closer look and couldn't understand it at all.
It's a bit like cursive script, but I vaguely recognize it as ancient characters.
It’s just that this book looks very contemporary, maybe he’s older than my dad.
After casually flipping through a few pages, I found that the content inside was still in complex traditional Chinese structure and cursive writing.
Then, he temporarily put the book behind him.
He grabbed the things he had found. After hesitating for a moment, he also grabbed the ancient book with an unidentifiable name and followed the ladder back to the ground.
(End of chapter)