"There are some things I can't tell you yet, because you're still young, and I'll tell you all when you're older. I am much stricter and harsher with you than other people's fathers, just so that once one day I am gone, you can live better than me and pass on the blood and incense of my family. ”

He patted him on the shoulder again, sighed, and walked out.

The most important thing is to survive safely.

He recalled the words of the clock, and many scenes came to his memory.

Since childhood, they have been on the move a lot, often staying in one place for a few days before moving to another, and Zhong is often not at home, leaving only their brother and sister at home. Mrs. Guo died of postpartum stroke a few days after giving birth to Guo Yu, and Guo Zhong never renewed the strings.

There is also a thrilling scene in my memory, it is a fire, a fire that can engulf everything, and I and my sister were stunned in the fire, and then the memory came to an abrupt end.

Selective forgetting? he judged in his mind. He doesn't understand psychology, but he has watched a lot of American dramas like amnesia, and he can understand some skin.

Something big must have happened, and it was a very tragic or particularly terrifying thing, and after that, the family moved to Suzhou Mansion and looked at Nanjing. According to the meaning of the clock, their family can only look forward to it in hiding.

Why seclusion? There is no answer in memory, perhaps some kind of selective forgetting. The only consequence of this incident is that Guo Yu has been unhappy since she was a child, and she can only be as usual in front of her family, so Guo Zhong has more worry and love for her daughter.

Besides, I thought to myself, it seems that the family must have secrets that cannot be known to outsiders, and they are low-key and not exposed, which is in line with their own identity.

Survival first is destined to be the primary rule of life in the future.

As far as the original owner remembers, Guo Zhong has not had an accident in the past few years, which means that he could never have teleported from the next generation.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't want future generations to teleport to the Ming Dynasty, and then there was a human tragedy of cannibalism between father and son.

He put the copied words in the pillow compartment of the bed.

The pillow of the Ming Dynasty people was actually a slender wooden box, of course, there were also made of cloth, which was stuffed with soft things, and there were very few of them. In any case, the pillows are wooden boxes with cloth pads on the side of the head.

The pillow box is the best place to hide intimate things, only family members can enter their bedroom, even if outsiders are friends, that is, they socialize in the living room, which is inversely proportional to the fact that later generations like to show off their bedrooms to others.

He heard soft footsteps outside, and hurried to bed. In the future, I will have to see the six roads and listen to the eight directions, survival first, survival is not easy.

The spy who infiltrated the Ming Dynasty, he thought about it ridiculously, what should a spy say in the Ming Dynasty? Yes, it is a meticulous work, which is generally only available when the army fights, in fact, it is a scout in later generations, and professional spies are still two different things.

It was Guo Yu who came in, and she walked gently to the bed, her eyes staring at him for a moment. This single action made a strong tenderness well-rise in his heart, and he felt that the little girl in front of the window was his own sister, and nothing else.

He is an only child, of course, their generation is basically the same, and he has never felt this way, especially the scenes of brothers and sisters relying on each other in his mind, he slowly entered the play. I feel that those scenes are no longer the memories of others, but my own personal experience.

Guo Yu looked at him for a moment, and then walked away with the same gentleness.

When he opened his eyes, he felt that they were already a little moist. It's good to have a sister, if you're still a sensible sister, it's a blessing in life. Why didn't I realize it before? I was enjoying the first beautiful thing I had crossed over, and my mood suddenly became clearer.

As soon as Yu Yu walked away, another person came in. The man was tall, with a beard full of cheeks and calloused palms. He recognized that this was Ji Wu, the pharmacy buddy of the Kuang family, who was also a groom. Ji Wu was born poor, and his family didn't name him, so he was called Ji Wu.

Ji Wu and Liu's mother were hired after the Guo family came to Suzhou, Liu's mother died in her early years, and her children also died, and she has been living as a domestic helper since then. Guo Zhong hired them because he valued their innocence and simplicity, and it was impossible for them to be sent by the opponent.

The family has a carriage, usually not much use, the situation clock to go to the doctor, near the road on foot, far away to rent a sedan chair, only out of the city will take the carriage. This carriage is used to pull medicinal herbs back from the big medicine shop.

However, in my memory, this carriage is half a home. A few years ago, besides, he and his sister spent one-third of their time in a carriage, moving from place to place, and being a coachman. The family wandered from place to place in the wagon.

"Young master, are you okay? I just came back from pulling the goods, and I just heard about it. Ji Wu looked his face up and down, and said loudly with reassurance.

He waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay, tomorrow will be fine." ”

"That's good, young master, you will do all the rough work in the pharmacy in the future, do you want me to do this rough work? ”

"What are you doing when you come in, the young master is resting and recuperating. Hearing this, Mother Liu hurriedly came in and scolded.

When Ji Wu saw Liu's mother, her face was flushed, like a child who had done something wrong, and said hurriedly: "I...... I'm just here to see the young master. ”

In his memory, Ji Wu was a little interesting to Liu's mother, but Liu's mother didn't look down on him, which made him unrequited love every day. Every day when I see the shadow of Liu's mother, I am in a daze.

"You've seen it, hurry up and go out, don't affect the young master's recovery. Mother Liu opened the door and blasted out with a broom.

Ji Wu hurriedly walked out, turned around and said as he walked: "Okay, okay, I'll come to see you when the young master is well." ”

"Young Master, what are you looking at?" Mama Liu blasted him out impatiently, her face full of disdain.

He laughed secretly in his heart: They are both servants, and they are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and one still can't look down on the other, and the class struggle was also fierce in the Ming Dynasty.

"Young master, are you better. Turning her head, Mother Liu looked at him with a smile on her face.

"Much better, thank you Mama Liu. ”

Looking at Mama Liu, she was estimated to be a beauty when she was young. Besides, think about it this way.

In the evening, he drank another bowl of medicinal porridge, feeling that his body was becoming more and more powerful, but at the same time, he also felt that this was not only the effect of food, but also the memory of "besides" was penetrating into every cell and nerve of this body, as if he wanted to regain the initiative.

As time passed, the signs grew stronger. Moreover, the control of the body and the triggering of memories are becoming more and more comfortable.

After holding the lamp, Guo Zhong walked in, saw his face, smiled, but still gave him a careful pulse, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Well, the medicinal qi has been removed." Don't underestimate this little bit of medicinal energy, if it remains in the body, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be strange in the future. ”

He nodded, medicine is poison, if it remains in the body and does not get rid of it, it will be strange if he does not get sick, the problem is that he is not drugged at all. This cannot be said explicitly.

Guo Zhong looked at the books on the table again, and then said: "You don't need to memorize today, in fact, you have almost memorized these books, but the "Book of Han" is still a little jerky, and the "Book of Han" must be memorized well, and it is extremely useful. Dongpo genius vertical and horizontal, ancient and modern, is this set of "Han Shu". I think back then, Dongpo could recite the "Book of Han" three times by hand, of course you can't compare with such a peerless genius, then copy it by hand thirty times, and three hundred times will be about the same. ”

Hearing this, he felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and he didn't know how to answer, so he could only nod respectfully.

Guo Zhong's hand touched a thick book again, and said with some annoyance:

"These ink scrolls are actually useless, and the children of the wrong people are also infinitely harmful, but today's eight strands are also considered a natural disaster. You can't be completely exempt from vulgarity, and you still need to be familiar with these ink scrolls. Being a father means that you will go to Suzhou Mansion this year and next year to take the Xiucai test, and when you are twenty years old, you will go to Nanzhili to take the test, no matter what year, it will be the end of the lift, never go to the Jinshi test, never be an official, and don't be an official in this life!"

In the end, he was already full of voice.

"Understand, the child must remember the teachings of his father. He nodded in agreement, but his mind was at a loss.

After Zhong left, he picked up a thread-bound book with a seal cover on the table, of course, all the books were thread-bound books, and the hard-shell bound books would not appear until hundreds of years later.

Hanshu. Of course he recognized these two seal characters, and then he was ecstatic in his heart, this was actually the Jigu Pavilion version, which was a precious book. But in a flash, I thought that although the ancient books produced by Jigu Pavilion were more expensive than ordinary books in the market, they were just rare books at that time.

Jigu Pavilion is a library and private printing bookstore in Changshu, Jiangsu, of course, in the past, the printing of books were private, there is no public publishing house. It's just that the imperial court sometimes prints large-scale books, such as the Yongle Grand Canon and the Siku Quanshu of the Qing Dynasty, which are not affordable by private individuals.

This came to his mind, and then he slowly pulled his thoughts back, picked up the pen and ink, paper and inkstone on the table and looked at and stroked them all the same, slowly, he also had feelings for the tables, chairs, and bookcases around him, and looked around, and an innate sense of familiarity and intimacy soaked his whole body like a tide.

At this moment, he is, 100% more, no longer that Xu Ming. In addition to the strong thought in my heart: to complete the task that sounds lofty and inexplicable to think about.

So, what about the brother of the 21st century? I don't know what happened to him.

He was a little stunned, tears couldn't help but flow from his eyes, but he had a ridiculous feeling like a butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream: I don't know if Xu Ming in the 21st century covered the Ming Dynasty, or the Ming Dynasty covered Xu Ming in the 21st century.

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