It seems that the master is extremely satisfied with the work done by a group of laborers, this meal in the real sense of the loose rice is not only enough for everyone to open their bellies to eat, with a large piece of fat strips of various fried boiled and boiled dishes are also eaten up a pot and brought a basin, the home-brewed loose wine makes all the workers drink all the faces are red and shiny, everyone is drinking and eating food, but also do not forget to sigh loudly The generosity and high righteousness of the main family.

As night fell, a semi-circular moon peeked out from behind a light veil of thin clouds, and the cold moonlight fell on the noisy courtyard.

The casual meal has entered the **. Now in the courtyard around a few patchwork wooden tables are not only the people who work in the master's house, but also the villagers who have a cordial relationship with the master's family in the village, and a few heads and faces who are familiar with the master's family are sitting in the hall, and you drink happily one by one. From time to time, there are laborers or Honzhuang people who come to toast them with stoneware bowls, praising the generosity of the host or whispering thanks to the host's enthusiasm. Many children were excitedly bouncing through the crowd with bread and buns in their hands......

Shang Cheng had already eaten and drunk, and was now sitting on the edge of the stone under the corridor in the corner of the courtyard. He can drink, but he is not good at drinking, especially this drinking method of passing a few large bowls of wine to and from a dozen or twenty people, which makes him have an instinctive resistance in his heart. He looked at the lively scene in front of him, listened to the people talking loudly and laughing loudly, and he didn't know why, but his heart was empty and uncomfortable. Seeing that the people's attention was focused on the food and drink, he quietly stood up, turned to the door along the wall, and walked out. No one noticed him, except for one or two strangers who glanced at his back in surprise, but they immediately turned around and went on drinking and eating.

He walked out of Zhuangzi along the dirt road, and walked until he walked to a small ditch by the Zhuangzi, and then sat down on the ridge by the river. The ditch was not wide, the river was not large, and the moonlight swayed on the water, like a river of fine silver dots. The murmuring sound of running water was like a small song that would never stop resting, and like a long, blurred sigh, echoing softly in his ears. Cool winds blow downstream along the river on summer nights. A few willow trees on the banks of the river swayed their branches in the night breeze. In the distance, the Great Yan Mountain was only a black and vague outline under the cover of night. In the dark blue clear night sky, the moon showed a clear and indifferent smile, staring coldly at everything on the earth. The stars are becoming denser and denser, like a huge bluestone slab adorned with glittering silver spikes......

The crops in the fields have been harvested, and the fields that were rolling in the wheat waves a few days ago are now bare. I don't know where the first insect chirping came from, and then the singing of wild insects rang out in all directions.

The starry sky, the distant mountains, the river, the chirping of insects, everything in front of you is as beautiful as the world depicted in countless novels and poems, and even the most bizarre dreams may not be able to construct such a fascinating illusion......

Dreams! Shang Cheng sighed in his heart. How nice it would be if everything in front of me was a dream!

How many times he has told himself in his dreams that everything he sees is just a dream, and when he opens his eyes and wakes up, he will find that there is neither Liu Laozhu nor Liu Yue'er in front of him, neither Huojiabao nor Dayan Mountain, nor the two evil wolves that let him be looked down upon by others...... But every time he woke up from his dream full of hope, he would be disappointed to find that he had not seen the dormitory made of reinforced concrete and plastic, nor did he see the familiar wire bed and desks and textbooks, nor did he have the mobile phone and watch that had been with him for several years...... He slept on a straw mat casually spread on the ground, covered with his own dirty short coat, surrounded only by laborers who were as tired as he didn't even want to speak, and even the wound on his back reminded him with a convulsive pain that he should not forget who he was now...... Sometimes he had to think seriously about the question, could it be that his life for the past twenty years or so was a fantasy that he had sketched out thoroughly? And his current life is back to the real world where he was supposed to stay?

Even he knew that such an idea was utterly absurd. Of course he doesn't belong to the world in front of him! He had studied in primary, middle school, and university, and sixteen years of study had left countless deep impressions and memories in his heart, and he could even recall the textbooks he had read, and many things that had been stored in the deepest part of his consciousness could now be remembered clearly. He even remembered his own mother, and in his consciousness their image was originally vague, but now it was very clear, he remembered that once when he was a child, because others scolded him for being a wild seed, he fought with the children of the same village, he cried and went back to find his mother, and his mother wiped his tears and wiped his own tears...... But as soon as this warm scene floated in his heart, he hardened his heart and swept it again...... He pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. His eyes were already filled with tears, and everything in front of him was blurred.

Even though the view was blurred, he knew that the world was not his. Definitely not!

This wasn't even the history of his world!

He could no longer put into words how he felt when he first heard the accurate name of the era. Surprised, surprised, shocked, stunned...... All these words were not enough to describe his true state of mind at that time, and for the first time in his life, he felt the lack of language skills.

One by one, this world has its own name: Zhao Dynasty.

Zhao Chao! He no longer remembered what he had said or done, the only thing he could remember was that when he knew about it, he spent two days in a state of confusion like a walking corpse, he couldn't hear what people said, he couldn't see what others were doing, the food in his mouth was like chewing wax, and he didn't feel hunger or thirst......

Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Sui, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, where is Zhao?! Five dynasties and ten kingdoms of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, which dynasty and which country is called Zhao?!

When he came to his senses, he looked for Huo Shiqi for several days in a row, and asked which country Zhao was before, and what dynasty was there? And even earlier? Anything else......

The result of his inquiry was "Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Sui, Tang, Zhao", there were Qin Emperors and Han Wu, there were Three Kingdoms, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the rule of Zhenguan and the prosperity of Kaiyuan, and the Huangchao Uprising...... But what about the Song Dynasty? What about the Northern Song Dynasty? Where did the Northern Song Dynasty, which is known as the richest, most vibrant, most decadent and most useless in history, go?

He had countless questions in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a superfluous word, he didn't dare to ask Huo Shiqi blatantly, how the Zhao Dynasty was established, and he didn't dare to reveal that he didn't know anything about the world in front of people, let alone casually ask someone on the street. He could only keep all the questions in his heart, desperately trying to find clues from people's ordinary words and stories, and then stitch these scattered fragments into a complete answer.

He now only knows that the surname of the Zhao Dynasty is Chen; The reason why the country name is Zhao is because Zhao Taizu was named Zhao Gong by the Southern Tang Dynasty; There are no five dynasties and ten kingdoms, only the Later Jin Dynasty and the Southern Tang Dynasty; Later Jin destroyed the Tang Dynasty, and then the Li Tang clan supported the new emperor in the south of the Yangtze River, and succeeded the country as Tang; Zhao destroyed the puppet dynasty and the Later Jin, and then destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty......

He guessed that the completely strange world he had come to was an unknown fragment of history, one of the myriad directions of development that could occur at every moment in the long river of history; All the fragments of history he could recall were of no use to him, and could not have provided him with any help from the Prophet. He can't foresee the future of history at all, let alone his own future, his current situation is far more bumpy and difficult than his previous situation in the real world, one by one, in that world, he at least knows what he can do and can't do, and the worst thing is that he can still find a stable and proper iron job bowl with his graduate school brand, but here, he is nothing, just a monk who has left home and is a layman, a sufferer who has left his homeland, and a poor laborer, It's a pauper who doesn't even have a shabby hut to protect him from the wind and rain......

Now he sits on the mound by the river, once again thinking soberly about his situation, and once again trying to plan a future for himself.

He knew that there were still many ways out for him. He can go to participate in scientific expeditions, he can go to eat food and become a soldier, he can also rely on his ability to make half a jar of water to be a productive craftsman, or he can read and write, and he can be an errand in a business in the county seat or prefecture...... Participation in the scientific expedition was first ruled out by him. Not to mention that he had to go to the county magistrate to register to participate in the scientific examination, he had never read any of the books that were used as textbooks for the scientific examination, which could make his hair gray; He definitely can't read these books well in three or five years, so what will he eat and wear during this time? In addition to reading, he also had to hone a solid foundation in ancient literature, learn art from teachers, and learn the skills of writing articles with others...... It's a headache to think about. Alas, forget it! It seems that this study and official thing is not suitable for him! In comparison, it is easiest to go to the army to eat food, anyway, he is alone, without worry, and the whole family is not hungry; And he also has the innate conditions to be a soldier, with his strength and a little luck, maybe being a soldier is the best way out. But when a soldier eats food, he may have to go to the battlefield, and he doesn't have a long eye for knives and guns on the battlefield, who knows if unlucky things will teach him to collide? It's not that he's afraid of death, but death must always have a value, and he should always know who he's fighting for. Not for the motherland or for his relatives, he went to the battlefield to defend the Chen family Zhao Dynasty that made him ignorant and confused? No way. He did not have the slightest affection for this era at all, and it was impossible to defend it with his life. Therefore, the matter of eating food and becoming a soldier was crossed out by him from the way out in the future. Being a craftsman and being a partner in a business are also the way, but there are also this or that kind of troubles, and what annoys him the most is that both have to look at other people's faces to act, which is the last thing he wants to do. If he hadn't gone to graduate school, how could he have come to this world by accident......

Just when he felt sorry for himself and felt that he shouldn't have run to graduate school with a fever in the first place, a cow suddenly sounded in his ears, and the hiss of "moo one by one" was full of pain and struggle, which startled him. Turning his head to follow the sound and looking over, he saw a little broad bean-sized candle flame flickering in a courtyard next to Zhuangzi, and the shadows were full of shadows, and I saw the figure shaking.

He looked at it twice, but he couldn't see it at all in the darkness. He didn't have the heart to care about what was going on in that courtyard, the security situation here was far better than the world before he came, not to mention that he had never heard of a family losing such a large animal as a ploughing ox, and he had never heard of petty theft. It was just a diligent farmer who came to add fodder to the cattle before going to bed, and then turned his head and continued to think about his own thoughts.

Now that he heard the cow barking, he immediately realized that he had another way out, and he could still be a tenant. He could rent a few acres or a dozen acres of land from others to grow crops, slowly struggle to dig food on the land, and then accumulate some money to buy his own property, and finally become a small landlord with a head and a face, just like the owner who hired his helpers these days. Thinking that one day he would sit behind the table, his half-squinted eyes seemed to be asleep, listening to his mother-in-law crackling the abacus, and then muttering very majestically, "Just stay for dinner", the corners of his mouth couldn't help grinning.

Of course, all this can only be sketched by him for himself. Just as he could not have known that there would be a day when he would experience two worlds in his life, he would not have known what would happen tomorrow and what changes it would bring to his life now. The most important thing for him at the moment is to build a simple hut for himself in the courtyard of the Liu family, one by one, he really can't stand the mountain-like snoring sound when Liu Laozhu sleeps. What's more, according to the world's view, thirteen-year-old Liu Yue'er is already a big girl, as a monk and a layman, it is not suitable for him to live in the Liu family, if he brings any gossip to the Liu family's father and daughter, then he really deserves to die......

He had already realized this, and he had repeatedly proposed to go out and rent a house alone, but the father and daughter of the Liu family just didn't agree. In desperation, he had to change his mind and build a hut in the courtyard to minimize the impact of gossip.

Alas, even building a hut can't completely block the mouths of the neighbors!

It seems that after a while, I still have to find a way to move out to live, but if I can't do it, I will go to Fucheng or further away to pick up work, and when I have accumulated enough money, I will return to Huojiabao to buy a house. When it came to buying a house, he couldn't help but touch the half-deflated purse hanging from his waist. The purse was made for him by the eldest girl, and his surname was embroidered with red thread on one side, "Shang". Compared with the needlework sold in the shops on the street, the little girl's needlework is still very acceptable. The purse contained seventy copper coins, plus more than three coins he had accumulated in front of him...... It's still a long way from buying a house.

He sighed again, pulled a stone out of the mud, rounded his arm, and threw it into the far river, as if to throw away all the boredom in his heart. The pebbles splashed on the surface of the river, and immediately returned to a leisurely calm.

He tugged at his coat, patted the dirt and blades of grass on his trousers, and walked slowly back towards Zhuangzi.