"Breaking the collar and ploughing endlessly, why not take care of the calf. The night returns to the bright moon, and the morning goes out through the deep valley. Although the strength is poor, the intestines are not full. When the harvest is windy and snowy, it grazes on the cold slope again. Zhao Yan rode on the back of the ox and walked on the reins, and a few lines of poetry flashed in his mind, and he involuntarily recited them.

When the sloppy young man on the back of another cow next to him heard this, he first looked at Zhao Yan in surprise, and then said a little sourly after a while: "Brother Yan'er is a person who has read books, like me, I don't know a single big word, and I can't even write my own name." ”

"Huh." Zhao Yan knew that the young man's cautious eye was wrong, and after chuckling twice, he explained: "This poem was written by Mei Yaochen in the Song Dynasty, and the title of the poem is too long, and I can't remember it. ”

The sloppy young man rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "It turned out that he was talking about Lao Niu, how about Brother Yan say it a few times?" When I remember it, I will have a long face in front of others in the future. ”

Zhao Yan has been in this world for two months, except for the uncle, aunt and lobby brother in the family, he is only familiar with the Zhao Gou in front of him, and he has already figured out Zhao Gou's temperament after coming and going, knowing that in addition to being a little cautious, he is also very fond of showmanship, and in addition to this, he is a good rural simple boy.

"Why not? Listen, dog, I'll only recite it three times, and how much I can remember depends on whether your brain is bright. ”

Zhao Gou and Song Gaozong have the same name, and I don't know who gave it, whether it was intentional or unintentional, but in this rural place, few people know that there was an emperor in the Song Dynasty who was also called Zhao Gou. Chinese like to give children nicknames, it is said that the lower the nickname, the better to feed, Zhao Jian's grandfather only because the structure and the dog sound similar, so Zhao Jian gave Zhao the nickname dog, and now in this peach village of the younger generation, the dog is much louder than his big name Zhao Jian.

As for Zhao Yan, his nickname is Ah Chou, just because he has read a few years, the villagers are a little in awe, so it is not good to be called by a nickname, so he calls him Brother Yan, as for the nickname of Ah Chou, it is his cheap father Zhao Xin, as for the biological mother of this body, it is said that he died of illness shortly after giving birth to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan was born in Xuande of the Ming Dynasty for five years, and is now fourteen years old, he is a native of Shenzhou, Zhending Prefecture, Beizhili, a rural teenager, but two months ago he suddenly had an emergency in the middle of the night, and the high fever did not go away.

I don't know what happened by mistake, a soul dove from hundreds of years later occupied the magpie's nest, borrowed the corpse to return the soul, and after waking up, he continued to live with Zhao Yan's body and surname, and no one noticed that it was wrong for two months.

After coming to this world for two months, Zhao Yan has already figured out the general situation at this time, it is now the tenth year of Ming orthodoxy, and Zhu Qizhen of Ming Yingzong is in power, although there is a eunuch Wang Zhen in the court, but it is not hindered by the ordinary people in the countryside.

Zhao Yan is relatively familiar with the history of the Ming Dynasty, and knows that in a few years it will be the change of Tumubao, but these have nothing to do with him for the time being.

After two months of thinking, Zhao Yan only began to accept his fate last night, he crossed over inexplicably, but he didn't know how to return to the original world, he could only come and be safe, and began to think about his future path.

Zhao Yan was just an ordinary sentient being before the crossing, although the monthly salary was not much, but it was enough to support himself, and he did not need to worry about three meals a day, and after coming to Daming, his identity was just a country boy under the fence, and he needed to see the face of the uncle's family of three every day, wearing tattered clothes, eating two meals of brown rice porridge, usually feeding chickens, herding cattle, collecting firewood, and working in the field.

After two months of being exposed to the ears and eyes, combined with the historical knowledge in his mind, Zhao Yan has made up his mind that he wants to get out of this cage, and he must not continue in such a muddy manner, as for the way to get out of the cage, Zhao Yan has also thought about it, Shinong and industrialist, in the ancient times of the official standard, if you want to achieve something, it is useless to have money, you still have to study for the imperial examination, but in ancient times, you still need money to study.

As for how to make money, Zhao Yan has a few immature ideas in his heart, but now there is no environment and conditions for development.

The residual memory of this body told Zhao Yan that Xu was the original Zhao Yan who was smart, and his grandfather liked him a lot before he died, so he saved some restraints and sent him to study in social studies.

Zhao Yan did not live up to expectations, and after a few years of learning in social studies, he can be regarded as a rough understanding of literature and ink, which is quite praised by Mr.

It was only later that he caught up with a disaster year, and the eldest sister of the uncle's family starved to death at that time, and everyone starved to death, and the family naturally had no spare energy for him to study, so he asked him to drop out of school and return home, and followed the adults outside every day to pick up tree bark and dig grass roots to eat their stomachs.

When the bark of the trees was stripped away, the grass roots were dug up, and people's lives were completely unsustainable, the food provided by the imperial court for disaster relief finally arrived.

After the frightened and frightened through this disaster year, in line with the truth that eggs can not be put in a basket, Zhao Yan's cheap father Zhao Xin put down the field, to the town to do a long job, a few years down, just rely on his work to earn more money than farming, but the Zhao family has not yet separated, so the salary will be handed over to the big house for safekeeping every once in a while, and the beautiful name is 'Jiaogong'.

Speaking of which, I have to introduce Zhao Yan's family.

Zhao Yan's cheap father Zhao Xin ranked second among the three brothers, there was a big brother Zhao Zhuang above, and a third brother Zhao Quan below, as for the parents of the three brothers, they died not long after the disaster year.

Zhao Zhuang of the big house is an honest peasant man, who was managed to death by his wife Wang, it is really a bit of a wretch, and the two of them now only have one son left, that is, Zhao Yan's lobby brother Zhao Qi, who is a tight baby on weekdays.

Zhao Quan, who is in the third room, is a thoughtful person, he is unwilling to be restrained by the big house, and several times proposed to separate the family, but he was carried back by Wang's parents who had just passed away.

Zhao Quan was angry, so he simply built a few simple grass huts in the field, and then took his wife and daughter to live in the past, and now it has been nearly half a year, and this matter is known to the whole village, which is not good-looking.

Now that the cheap father Zhao Xin is working outside, Zhao Yan lives with his uncle, if it is just a simple uncle, it is easy to say, the key is that there is a mean aunt and a spoiled cousin. The taste of sending people under the fence is not easy, so Zhao Yan is very in favor of separating the family, but he also knows that he is soft-spoken, so he just thinks about it in his heart, and everything is just waiting for the cheap dad to come back to see his attitude.

The young grass in the corner of the field was overgrown, and the old cow under the crotch of the two had stopped eating and began to ruminate.

Zhao Gou listened to Zhao Yan recite it three times, and then silently chattered for a while, and finally said with a bitter face: "Brother Yan, forget it, this Laoshizi poem is too difficult to remember, what rags and ploughing non-stop, Hexi drum hardness, I think you still continue to teach me to count, one, two, three, four, five, how simple this is, what kind of poetry still don't learn, I'm not that material." ”

Zhao Yan smiled: "It's okay." But now, it's not early, I have to hurry back and start a fire, or my aunt will scold me again. ”

Zhao Gou looked at the slanting sun in the sky, turned his head and said: "It's really not early, you better go back quickly, your aunt's tongue is famous in the village, I don't dare to talk to her when I see her, I'm afraid she will choke me a few words." ”

Zhao Yan smiled noncommittally, then got off the back of the cow and led the old cow to the village.

The sun was shining like fire on the horizon, and when passing by a house, a group of half-grown children suddenly poured out of it, and scattered in a moment, only the frightened old cow stared at the bull's eye, mooed, and hesitated to move forward.

Zhao Yan calmed down for a long time, and finally calmed the old cow's emotions, then wiped the sweat on his forehead, and was about to go home, when he saw a middle-aged scholar in a green shirt coming out of the house.

"Master Chen, are you out of school?"

Chen Dao squinted for a while before he said, "It's Brother Yan'er, are you herding cattle back?" ”

Ming Chengyuan system, Hongwu eight years, the imperial court ordered all prefectures, prefectures, and counties to establish social studies, with education as the main task, and the education content includes Mongolian books, imperial edicts, laws and decrees of the dynasty, and crowns, marriages, funerals, sacrifices and other etiquette, in addition to the historical calculations and the like.

In the first year of orthodoxy, the imperial court also ordered the scholars and county officials to support and supervise social science, and promote social science to the vast rural areas, or called social science, or called village school.

Chen Dao is the only one in the peach village to show the talent, his weak crown in the year of the student, everyone was unanimously optimistic that he can go to the next level, but unfortunately the subsequent many township tests are named Sun Shan, in order to live, at this time he can only teach in the village social science for a living, the original Zhao Yan is to follow Chen Dao to study for a few years.

Zhao Yan led the old cow to the front and arched his hand: "Exactly, the master has been in good health recently?" The student was recovering from a serious illness, and he remembered that he hadn't seen his master for a long time. ”

Chen Dao received Zhao Yan's greeting, and his heart was quite useful, and then replied: "Everything is fine with me, Brother Yan doesn't need to worry about it." But you, seeing that your face is sallow and your eyebrows are dull, but your previous illness has not been cured? ”

Zhao Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, he didn't look sick, but hungry, he only had two bowls of brown rice porridge to eat every day, and the iron-beaten man couldn't stand it.

"Master, rest assured, the student's illness has been cured, but today he has eaten a bad stomach, and he has to take care of this beast, so he is a little tired."

The evening breeze was blowing, and the spring cold had not gone, Chen Dao wrapped his clothes, nodded and said, "That's good, I still have something to do, Brother Yan'er and go by himself." ”

Zhao Yan subconsciously surrendered his hand, and then his heart suddenly moved, and he asked again: "Master, the student still has something to worry about the master." ”

Chen Dao was about to leave, when he heard this, he turned his head and asked in surprise, "What's the matter?" But Brother Yan can't go back to social studies to study? ”