In the modern world, if there is no rice at home, you only need to go to the supermarket or store to buy some rice discharge rice cooker to cook, which is almost the basic consensus of every modern person. But in ancient times it was not so simple. Zhang Rui found that he was now facing a problem that he had never faced for so many years, and the difficulty of survival was not ordinary. Although Zhang Liu has some memories, his memories are not enough to cope with all the farming. After all, he is only a sixteen child, and in modern times, he is estimated to be a child who can live a carefree life in middle and high school, and can fantasize about the future all day long.

There will always be a solution to difficulties, which made Zhang Rui run into Li Si. The so-called hearing has a precedence, and there is a specialization in the art industry. In other fields, a hundred Li Si may not be Zhang Rui's opponents, but for this kind of ordinary farm work in ancient times, Li Si, who was so skilled as an innate instinct, that Zhang Rui couldn't catch up. To say that Zhang Rui has not been busy with farming in the countryside before, but at that time, with the help of mechanization, everything could be easily controlled. Now everything has changed too much, so Zhang Rui can only follow Li Si to study modestly like a primary school student.

Both of them cut the rice from the field and stopped. After all, many rice seedlings that are not mature have not yet borne full, and even some have just begun to bear. At this time, it is the most lossable to cut and eat, and the loss will increase by one point for each additional tree. If it weren't for the fact that there was no way, few would be willing to accept such a loss, after all, so much effort had been wasted.

"Fourth uncle, do you want to dry this again after cutting it back and threshing?" On the way back, Zhang Rui asked

"According to the previous practice, it should be dried, but my dog and little sister are very hungry, so I don't plan to dry it. After a while, they took off the grain, pressed out the rice, and cooked porridge for them to eat. It was useless to dry the millet at that time, so I didn't dry it. However, the rice that has not yet been cooked must be dried in the sun, otherwise it will become moldy and insect in two days. Especially now that it's so hot and humid! After hearing Zhang Rui (Zhang Liu)'s inquiry, Li Si said as if teaching his own nephew

"Oh, then I'll be like you! Fourth uncle, can we only use the grain to beat the millet out? Is there a better way? For the inefficient threshing method in Zhang Liu's memory, Zhang Rui is afraid when he thinks about it, how fast and convenient the modern threshing machine is, and it can complete the operation directly in the field.

"I don't know it, my ancestors did it. I don't know if there's any other place, but if our dog finds any good way, you must remember to tell me! After listening to Zhang Rui (Zhang Liu)'s thoughts, Li Si was in a good mood and said. Maybe it's because

"Uncle, have you been to many places?" In order not to make the atmosphere dull and chatting to death, Zhang Rui asked casually.

"I'm okay, when I was a child, I begged for a living with my father in Fujian, and then they said that they would have to rent more, but there was no way to go to Guangdong, and then come here from Guangdong."

"That fourth uncle, your family moved from a long way away."

"Yes! Listen to my grandfather. Our family lived in Henan at the earliest, and our family had more than 10 acres of land, so we didn't have to pay rent for our own land, so we lived a relatively solid life. Later, the Manchurians came, staking the land, and my family's land was encircled. At that time, many people tried to theorize, but they were either killed or caught as slaves. My grandfather saw this. Hurriedly moved his family to the south, and he didn't dare to think about it. Although the lives of the family were saved, they had no land and could only live by renting other people's fields. Li said with yearning, anger and helplessness

As soon as he heard about staking the land, Zhang Rui knew that it should be Kangxi's early years. It's ridiculous that the Manchu Qing Dynasty preaches the Manchu and Han families all day long, but what I did was that I robbed you of the best things in your family before I kissed you, and if you dare to theorize, I will let the king of Yan come and kiss you.

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We chatted all the way back home. As soon as the farmer got busy, he could not stop staying, and when he returned home, he continued to work without a moment's rest, and in less than half an hour he took out all the grain. By the time they got to the stone mill at the head of the village to press out the rice again, it was already past noon.

Without today's experience, Zhang Rui has no way to understand the meaning of the poem "Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard work". A grain of rice, from planting to grinding, how much work needs to be done in the middle, and how much sweat flows. It was already late after lunch, and it was about two o'clock. For lunch, it was pure white rice porridge, and Zhang Rui boiled the rice thicker. Maybe he was too hungry, and he couldn't help but drool at this fragrant porridge without taking care of the heat. It wasn't until after eating that his stomach felt eight points full, and Zhang Rui realized that everything was so incredible. If it was before, Zhang Rui never thought that a bowl of white porridge could be so delicious without any vegetables, not even a little salt. Thinking about it carefully, I couldn't help but feel sad secretly, I didn't expect that in less than two days, my living standard had dropped to the point that a bowl of white porridge could become delicious if I could eat it full.

If Zhang Liu knew about this, he didn't know how to feel. This is something that Zhang Liu can't even think of, he actually boils such a fragrant white rice porridge on an ordinary day, it must be something that his brain will do when he is hoofed by a donkey. After cutting so much in a field to get that half a bucket of rice, you are still going to eat it in two days? The things I worked so hard to grow were wasted by you in this way, and the other villagers knew that you were a loser.

Zhang Liu and the other villagers didn't know what Zhang Rui thought, he just wanted to do what most people were doing at this time - sleeping. After a morning of work, the body needs to rest. And when there is no farming, the people in the village will try to move as little as possible, so that they will not be so hungry easily.

Three o'clock in the afternoon is the hottest time of the day, and now Zhang Rui stays in this kind of low house more like steaming steamed buns in a steamer. Zhang Rui searched the whole house and found a tragic thing, but he couldn't even find a fan. After wiping his body with the water he brought during lunch to cool down, Zhang Rui decided to take a nap outside under the shade of a big tree. At least you can get some wind outside from time to time, which is much better than being stuffy at home.

Not far from home, Zhang Rui found a nice shade tree. But when Zhang Rui wanted to sleep, his stomach prompted him to pull Xiang again. If Zhang Rui didn't think about it in modern times, he would rush to the toilet, but now Zhang Rui has found a serious problem. There are no toilets here, strictly speaking, no toilet paper. Most of the people who can use toilet paper in this era are very wealthy. If you are more ordinary, you can buy processed bamboo chopsticks (that is, bamboo or small wooden sticks are broken into wooden strips) or ceramic pieces.

According to Zhang Liu's memory, he has three methods: one is to use leaves; The second is to use wooden sticks from local materials, and the third is to use hands like the three in India. And the that is pulled out should not be discarded casually, but should be found and taken back to the manure pit next to the house or back to the manure pit at home to pull again. When the amount is appropriate, mix them with the urine in the urinal at home and use them to water the fields and fertilize the fields.

No matter what it is, Zhang Rui, who has been cleaning his butt since he was a child, can't stand it. But people have three urgencies, and it's not that you can't bear it and you can't release it. If you don't pull it out again, you'll have to pull it inside your crotch. Zhang Rui had no choice but to pick up a few leaves and hide in the remote grass and release them. Maybe it was because he ate pheasants yesterday, and at the end, Zhang Rui had to break a small bush branch next to it, and use it carefully as a rough version of the bamboo chopstick, after all, this thing is easy to hurt chrysanthemums.

When Zhang Rui returned to the shade, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, but he felt that he wanted to cry but wanted to smile bitterly. When I used to read the crossing text, I was very envious of others crossing over, either the princess Gege or the prince and brother, otherwise it was also a powerful son or a rich child, and once again, the gold and silver rolled in at will. Which is not chic red dust, love and hate; Which is not to point out the country and exalt the words; Which is not noble and free, with empty eyes? How come I am all kinds of poor and frustrated, and I can only take care of three meals a day, daily life. With complaining and resentment, Zhang Rui, who had been tired all morning, fell asleep in the shade of the tree unconsciously. No matter how angry you are, you have to eat when you're hungry, and you have to rest when you're tired, that's life.

Suddenly, Zhang Rui found himself back in modern times, he was lying on the sofa with the air conditioner on and listening to the sound of the TV and falling asleep, how beautiful everything was. It turned out that crossing over to become Zhang Liu or something was just a dream, and Zhang Rui felt sweet in his heart. In an instant, Zhang Rui felt that he was still Zhang Liu, and he was still in the Qing Dynasty.

"No, I don't want to be Zhang Liu, I'm Zhang Rui." Zhang Rui shouted in his heart

The picture changed again, Zhang Rui saw that he was back at home, and he was asleep. The sound of the TV is a little noisy, as if someone is crying, as if someone is crying something, Zhang Rui, who was lying on the sofa, looked up at the TV hard. It was found that some soldiers wearing a brave character were killing people and killing many people, and it was written on the TV that Yangzhou was ten days and Jiaqing was slaughtered.

Zhang Rui felt very tired and lowered his head again. After a while, the TV set came back to crying and shouting. Zhang Rui couldn't help but watch TV at the head of the tower again, and a person stood on a small mound with a flag that read Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and a group of people were fighting below. Suddenly, the TV screen turned again, and a group of numb and expressionless pig-tails watched the execution of a man with a full head of hair, Ling Chi's execution. The group laughed and said something about the hairy thief......

Zhang Rui felt that his head was really heavy, and he lay down on the sofa again in a daze. The TV rang again, and this time Zhang Rui turned his head directly on the side of the sofa to watch the TV picture. At this time, the picture is a group of scrawny people holding cigarette guns and smoking drunkenly, and many people are kneeling in front of foreigners to worship. A foreign soldier was laughing with the head of a man with a pig's tail, whose face was bloodless, and his eyes seemed to tell of unwillingness. Looking at these, Zhang Rui didn't feel afraid, as if his heart was clear.

The picture stops again, and sleepiness strikes again. Zhang Rui closed his eyes again, and suddenly felt as if there was a fire somewhere, and there was a heavy smell of smoke. When Zhang Rui opened his eyes, the TV screen showed a group of foreign soldiers burning, killing and looting, and a very beautiful garden was on fire. The fire seemed to be burning out of the TV, and I felt that my body was very hot, and I couldn't move if I wanted to. Suddenly my ears heard a daily scolding: "Bagaya Road"

Suddenly, Zhang Rui found himself rising to a clear sky, and everything was calm. Standing in this sky, Zhang Rui felt that his heart was more comfortable than ever. This made Zhang Rui ask: Where is this? What am I doing here? At this time, he heard a voice in the air: You change it, I change you.

Zhang Rui followed with a chant, and then his body suddenly fell down with a heavy weight. It felt hot, and the smell of burning straw came from me. There was the sound of gongs and shouts......

The leaves were blown by the wind, and Zhang Rui in the shade woke up. When he got up, he found that he was still Zhang Liu, and the dream in the dream was still a dream. By the time I got up, the sun was already setting in the west. Zhang Rui looked around, and suddenly saw a ruined temple of Emperor Huaguang not far from the village. Then I saw that the roofs of many mud brick and straw houses in the village were set on fire, and I vaguely saw a man with a knife driving the villagers to the barn in the middle of the village.

"It's not good, it's the rhythm of bandits coming to rob the village"

(I'm really sorry.,It's only updated today.,Most of the ideas of the main body of this book are there.,The main thing is that I can't take out the time code word during this time.。 I promise to do my best to keep changing, I didn't feel that time was so useless without this book before)