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The fourth brother is sick, very sick.

In this era, a small cold can kill a person, let alone a high fever of 40 degrees.

From that day on, the fourth brother was confined to the house and did not go out of the house for a whole month, only breathing fresh air through the dim small window.

A month later, Wang Fang wanted to visit the door, but was kicked out, and the second uncle looked at him like an enemy.

Don't blame him, understandable.

That was his only hope, the only child who could support his old age.

A patient, the entire second room seems to be ten years old, only the stupid second brother is still smirking all day long.

The mother returned, and the child of the Zhang family was already two years old and no longer needed her nursing and care.

Since then, my mother went out to look for work like crazy, went to the county seat twice, and went to Fucheng once, but the results were not good.

One is that she is old and no longer as beautiful as she used to be, and the other is that she still has two children and cannot go out to work for a long time.

In the past month, Wang Fang has carefully thought about his way out and found that this era is no different from the future generations.

Say the same thing, do the same thing, eat the same food, everyone is trying to live, for tomorrow's food, and for their children and grandchildren.

For a long time, because of the time traveling, I have always thought that this era is like a simple copy, with their own ingenuity, foresight, you can easily live, and later found that it is not so simple, this world is real, every living creature has flesh and blood, and the relatives around you will be old and will die, will be sick and painful, the only difference is the problem of knowledge, in terms of IQ alone, it has long been the same.

For example, the poets of ancient times were able to produce vast and majestic poems, and in modern times, rarely, or almost every, can reach the same level.

The east of the river goes to the waves, and the characters are romantic through the ages. To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

The poetry immortal of the Song Dynasty, the god of words, and Su Dongpo's talent shined through the ages, and in later generations, who dared to speak beyond and who dared to speak poetry.

Or Li Yu's question can have a few sorrows, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Xin Qiji suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.

Li Bai's five-flowered horse, daughter Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for wine.

If Qin Guan's two feelings are long, how can they be in the morning and twilight.

Dare to ask the world, who dares to ignore the dazzling poems of Chinese civilization for thousands of years.

These are the ancients, who did not know airplanes, artillery, mobile phones, and televisions.

They are all ignorant people in the eyes of modern people, but in ancient times, in the same era, they are all amazing talents, famous in history, and future generations can only look at it, but can never beg for the elite.

The ancients were not stupid, but they only had limited knowledge, or the knowledge of the whole world.

For a while, Wang Fang was very disgusted with the mentally handicapped in the later generations, as if after crossing over, he was surrounded by brain-dead, Tang Bohu's generation of famous calligraphers and painters, a few meals of wine can not distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, Su Dongpo's generation of poets and immortals, a few meals can dig out the heart and lungs.

This era is just as exciting, and it's just as hard to survive.

Reading is necessary, without fame, just one term of farming, no matter how rich you are, it will disappear, and only a few servants can make people anxious.

It is necessary to make money, it is difficult to move an inch without money, and even a hundred miles away to enter the county seat costs money.

Land is necessary, drought and flooding, decades later in the Xiaoice era, there is no own output, famine years, even if it is full of gold and silver treasures, it cannot satisfy hunger.

Other than that, these are secondary, and only the population is the most important.

As a standard clan society, population is everything.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty also knew that the people were rich and the corrupt officials were rich, but he did not dare to raid the house at will.

Everything has its own rules and principles, and whoever wants to break the rules and principles will have to pay a terrible price.

Layer by layer, countless information flashed in his mind, and Wang Fang had a hazy plan in his heart.

"The third brother is a chivalrous man, suitable for being a thug, the second brother is a silly, follow the third brother to mix, the fourth brother is a shrewd, read the book first, go to business if you don't have talent, you should be a good bookkeeper, Xiaoliu Xiaoqi is a weak and very shapely, you can read and see in the future, read well and become an official, and if you don't read well, you will fight, and there will always be talents.

The second uncle is a decadent, give him hope, and then find the second uncle, if you have a child, you will have everything, the fourth uncle is a waste, learn etiquette, no matter who it is, it's right to take it out and fool people.

As for himself, Wang Fang paused, and thought helplessly: "I'm a lazy person, take a step by step, and look for a suitable one." ”

By the way, there is also his mother, who is shrewd, pungent, diligent, capable, and also greedy for money.

"What should I do to my mother, just keep my money, and leave what I have to my mother, I think I will definitely take care of it. ”

Thinking of the scene of the fight between his mother and several brothers and concubines a month ago, Wang Fang felt that he was right, his mother was absolutely right in charge of keeping money, and a lonely weak woman could knock out more than ten pieces of silver from the hands of more than a dozen wolf-like adults, and she would never be taken advantage of.

"It's called the Elite Cultivation Program!"

Wang Fangle thought happily, even if he earned a lot of wealth by himself, it would be absolutely impossible for no one to share, no one to take care of, and no one to help.

This is the clan society, here is their own family, they are all their own relatives, and they don't rely on what they rely on.

Suddenly Wang Fang thought that he had stored a lot of dried big-eared mushrooms, and if he didn't tell his family, he would never want to sell them, and even on his own, he couldn't even go to the county seat.

"Tell my mother that it's okay, the family is still suspecting that the fourth brother is eating big-eared mushrooms and eating bad stomachs, and now at this juncture, only my mother will believe in herself unreservedly. ”

I made up my mind and got up from the threshold of the house, I don't know how recently, Wang Fangte likes to squat on the threshold of his house, looking at the mountains, rivers, grass, streams, and pedestrians who look hurried or leisurely, walking on the road.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and west wind thin horses, the sunset, broken intestines are at the end of the world.

Unconsciously, Wang Fang failed to find that he was becoming more and more like a Ming person, more and more integrated into this society, and more and more integrated into this era.

Or in other words, he himself desperately hopes to integrate into this society and become a farmer with sunset mountains and mountains, barren grass and green sky, cattle and sheep everywhere, and men and women weaving mulberry.

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