"Who am I?" Zhong Zhen looked around blankly, the past was blurry and hazy, and her head ached. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The morning sun was reddish, peeping through the thin window paper into a dark room.

A mottled table with no corner paint leaning against an old gray wall, two of its legs broken and resting on a scavenged stone. A few yellowed books rested on the table, and Zhong Zhen looked down at the book in his hand, remembering that he had read the book all night.

Grunt!

Her stomach was roaring, and she suddenly realized that her eyes were glazed with hunger.

Standing up, Zhong Zhen decided to find something to eat, she went straight to the kitchen, opened the lid of the cauldron, and found a warm coarse noodle cake inside. She smiled a little, thinking that the lady was really careful, and she remembered to make food for him when she went out early in the morning.

"Lady, who is the lady?"

Zhong Zhen held her head, which gradually didn't hurt so much, but kept being dizzy. It's because my reading brain is broken, and today it seems extremely wrong, and I have been forgetting things.

The thunder in her belly sounded again, and her face turned red, and she muttered, "What an insult!" Fortunately, there was no one around. ”

With that, she picked up the coarse dough and took a hard bite.

It's a rough noodle, without any oil and water, and it has an old musty smell.

The lady went to buy the old and cheap coarse grain of the Wang family's shop again, Zhong Zhen shook her head. This is not very good, you will get sick if you eat too much, and the gains outweigh the losses.

A rat swooped past her feet, then suddenly stopped, shrugged its nose and seemed to smell the food. The family was so poor that they starved to death, but there was a cat next door, and he didn't dare to go.

The little black bean-like eyes stared straight at the person in front of him, and the mouse longed for him to give some slag.

It's a pity that although the thin man who was eating the bread saw it, he ate the cake with a bowl in two bites, and the dregs that leaked from his mouth fell into the bowl, and the man actually stuck it with his fingers and stuffed it all into his mouth.

The man and the mouse looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly smiled, looked around, and walked to the stove and lifted the lid of the wooden pot with his hand.

A noodle smell came from the pot, making the rat's saliva almost come out. It didn't know that there was nothing to eat in the cauldron, but it had just tasted a little because it had warmed the cake before.

The man had always given him something to eat, and the mouse remembered it well, so he waited without moving.

The thin man, holding the lid of the pot in one hand and behind his back with the other, crouched down and looked at the mouse with a good-natured smile.

The desire in the rat's heart was even greater, and it was immediately ready to eat.

"Smack!"

The lid of the pot quickly closed, and the thin man stepped on the lid and crushed the rat to death. He grinned toothy, revealing his cunning nature.

"I haven't eaten meat for a long time, although I've lost a little weight, it's better than nothing."

He lifted the lid of the pot, lifted the tail of the dead mouse with his hand, looked up and found an old basin, which he had washed with water. Then he put the mouse on the cutting board, and without hesitation, he chopped off its head with a knife, and skillfully peeled off the skin.

The man frowned, and took a burning stick to stir up the scattered pieces of firewood.

"It's barely enough to stew a pot of broth."

Looking down at the burning stick in his hand, the thin man's mind was blurred again, why did the black burning stick look so kind, it made people feel like they were in tears, what is the reason?

A rat stewed a large pot of soup, and the thin man drank two bowls of soup with meat stars, leaving the rest.

"When the lady and Jill come back and see the broth, they will be very happy."

After eating the bread and filling it with broth, the man was no longer hungry, and suddenly he was a little complacent, shaking his head and going to study again.

"Why can't you read these books of the sages today?" He sat down in front of the broken table and chair, puzzled.

Thinking that he hadn't slept all night, he thought he must be tired, so he went into the bedroom at the back and fell asleep.

In a daze, he had a dream in which he dreamed that he was a woman with wings.

Who am I and who am I?

"Supreme Questioning Tips" is one of the housekeeping skills of the great Zen master of bitter tea, which can bring people into the illusory world and see their true nature.

This method is extremely draining, but it is very effective, it can help the disciples in the temple to cultivate, and it can also check the good and evil of people.

What the Great Zen Master of Kucha discussed with Haizu was about this matter, and he wanted to take Zhong Zhen into the illusory world, if he was a normal person, he would no longer care about this matter.

Haizu thought about it and agreed. He knew Zhong Zhen's origin best, and he also knew that she was indeed somewhat similar to the demon. Instead of looking at her physical body, it is safer to look at her character in this way of conscience.

The Great Zen Master of Kucha is extremely trustworthy, and with his guarantee, other ancestors will definitely not interfere.

Zhong Zhen was the emaciated reader at this time.

The scholar's name is Huang Yu, the word is benevolent and filial, his parents died, he took a daughter-in-law, and a five-year-old son. This person only knows how to read dead books, not to mention the talent of the candidates, even Tong Sheng has also taken the exam many times, because the handwriting is really neat, it is worthy of being included in the record.

He was pedantic and not good at management, but fortunately, his ancestors handed down three dilapidated houses to accommodate him, so that his wife and children would not be left on the streets.

Zhong Zhen, who slept in a daze, tossed and turned, breaking out in a cold sweat. I don't know if I'm a man or a woman, a reader or a monster with wings.

As the sunlight moved overhead, the thin man who didn't know whether it was Huang Yu or Zhong Zhen finally woke up and wiped the sweat from his head and face.

It's a hot summer day, and I can't sleep at noon, and in the courtyard behind the kitchen, there are the sound of mallets and the laughter of children from time to time, as well as bursts of cicadas, which make people upset. This is why Huang Yu has always been greedy for coolness at night and reads at night.

Reading at night would consume a lot of lamp oil, but he didn't think about it that much.

After trimming the long shirt with many patches on his body, Huang Yu thought that he didn't take off this shirt when he went to sleep, which was really insulting. This thought turned around and felt funny, what is the big deal about this, how can it insult Sven?

Turning to the backyard, he saw Jill with pigtails running around chasing a butterfly, and Ma's wife, wearing a gray coarse cloth dress with patches and white-washed clothes, sitting on a small bench to wash clothes.

There was a lot of clothes, divided into several large packages, all of which belonged to the slightly wealthy people in the neighborhood. This is the work that Ma brought in, washing clothes for people every day to make money.

Ma did not know how to write and write, nor did he know how to embroider, and was the daughter of an old blacksmith in the town. The old blacksmith had many daughters in his family, and in order to marry his daughters, he did not care about rich or poor, as long as someone wanted them.

It's great to be able to marry a scholar.

At the beginning, Huang's mother had not passed away, and she fell in love with the Ma family at a glance, and she didn't need any bride price money, but more importantly, she was born strong, able to give birth to the Huang family, and could also take care of her own unpopular son Huang Yu.

Seeing that his father-in-law had woken up, Ma raised his head and smiled at him, "There is still some broth left in the pot, Xianggong, where did you find the meat, Jill drank a bowl and was overjoyed." (To be continued.) )