Chapter 2 The Ninth Reincarnation Reliable House The aura of studying all the way is shrouded

Ximen Qingqian was reincarnated in the eighth generation, although he was poor and miserable, but he experienced the customs and customs of the Song, Ming, Yuan and Qing dynasties, and the scenery of the characters, which was also an eye-opener. In the ninth life, it happened that he was in the house of Hua Zixu, who had cuckolded him and then occupied his wife Li Bei'er and the family property, and in a blink of an eye, he came to 1995 AD.

"Three boys, wait for me......." Zhou Xiang shouted while chasing. When he was one step away from the end of Hua Jing, he really couldn't breathe, and he stopped and bent over and panted like a cow. Feeling that the shadow of the playboy was cast on him, he didn't move anymore, and Zhou Xiangcai opened the conversation again. "Jing Mo, you have to attend the meeting with a group of them on Sunday, otherwise, we will help Confucius move again. "Let's see!" Jing Mo didn't reply, squeezed the three words out of his teeth and left. "Silence is golden, silence is the end of Jing, cautious and silent, alas......." Zhou Xiang was heartfelt for a while, and he didn't mumble for a while.

Sunday is here in the blink of an eye. At 6:20 a.m., Jing Mo couldn't move again and ran 44 laps around the sports pool. His legs are like clockwork on his upper feet, not accelerating, not slowing down. He ran forward at a constant speed, his face expressionless. Although he was recalling a tragic scene in his childhood: several uncles had to carry away the fruits of this autumn's harvest - only one of the three sacks of wheat. Mother's complaining eyes, pleading words, and hands that are gripped are carved into the heart one by one, and with each stroke, blood oozes ...... At this stalemate, the patriarch coughed dryly, everyone looked at him in unison, and the people in front of him automatically gave way.

"I said that the Hua Kun family, it is natural to repay the debt, you borrowed the public grain of our clan last year. ”

"Uncle Eryi, I know this truth, but it has been five years since San'er's father went in, and the four of us will not be able to last next autumn with this little ration!" said the mother as she pulled the placket of her clothes and wiped the tears that welled up. The aunts and sisters-in-law next to them also whispered, with a little pity in their eyes.

"Fine grains and coarse grains are all grains, household vegetables and wild vegetables are vegetables, elm leaves and poplar bark can also be chewed three times, and they are not chickens, and they will starve to death if they say they will starve to death......

On the weekend, the school provided two meals, and Jing Mo raised his wrist to look at his watch, and it was still early before the meal started at nine o'clock. With a copy of "The Ordinary World" under his arm, he strode out of the school gate.

Qinghe County No. 1 Middle School was built in the northwest of the county, away from the hustle and bustle of the county streets. According to legend, this was once the county government office hundreds of years ago. More precisely, they built two basketball courts, surrounded by more than a dozen steps, with a sports pool with a stage in the back to the west and east, which used to be a prison for prisoners. Jing Mo walked out of the school gate, turned left, and turned into a country road. All the way down, you come to the back mountainside of the school, down is the moat, and in the distance is the winding mountain road leading to the grassroots township. He paced into the grass by the side of the road and came to a low apple tree. The tree was unpruned, its branches were slanted out, and the few fruits were missing, and the few fruits left traces of bird pecking. As soon as he leaned in, he nibbled on the book. This is the second time he has read this book, and he still can't put it down, because he sees his own shadow - the same tall man, the same self-confidence and inferiority, the same courage to take responsibility, the same strong and optimistic, the same studious and progressive; Sun Shaoping's tight food stamps, and his own Zhou Guangguang's living expenses; Sun Shaoping's pursuit of the sublimation of the spiritual world, and the strength he draws from his books; Sun Shaoping's persistent pursuit of life and ideals, and his own "other people's children" all the way It's just Sun Shaoping's emotional journey, Hao Hongmei, who is sympathetic to him, has not yet appeared, and his Tian Xiaoxia is warmly encouraging who at the moment?

Morning jog, reading, breakfast. By the time he had done this, it was already noon, and he was reviewing his homework in the classroom again. Just after the National Day Golden Week, many students did not go home on the weekend. Either they revise their homework, or they run parallel to the bed, or they tidy up their housekeeping, and some even go out to the street to mend their shoes, buy study materials and daily necessities. At this time, the sports pool, the autumn sun is shining, some students in the two classes are competing in basketball, and the molecules of the movement are fully burned, which is a picture of vigorous and enthusiastic. How could those fast-moving flower hearts be without the green leaves? One shot, one applause, one dunk, one cheer, the two classes of girl cheerleaders, not stingy with their praise at all. Zhou Xiang couldn't stop glancing at the score book, the red Arabic numerals were impressively on the white cloth - 20:8, our class was twelve points behind the first class!