The village school is built in the open space surrounded on three sides at the entrance of the village, it is a circle of low earth walls surrounded by a three-in-three quadrangle house, in the twilight of the setting sun, the whole Yixue seems to be extraordinarily quiet, across the courtyard wall, there is a faint sound of a child's immature recitation with the wind:

Zi said: "Why don't you learn poetry? Poetry can be exciting, can be observed, can be grouped, can be complained. The father of the world, the king of the far, in the name of birds, beasts, plants and trees, ......".

At the beginning of the crossing, Tang Que didn't expect that even before he went to the county seat this morning, he didn't expect that he would step into the school again, and he would step into such a school similar to the village in the future.

Although this kind of thing is incredible, Tang Que has no more choice, he knows that in the current situation, he must go through such a process of reinvention before he can truly adapt to this new social environment. He needs to practice a calligraphy here, he needs to learn to skillfully recognize and write all the commonly used traditional Chinese characters here, and he also needs to re-study and systematically recite the Five Classics prescribed by the Tang Dynasty, only in this way can his learning achievements through the first 20 years be truly released and reflected.

The poems of the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty of poetry, in this country of poetry, in this country where poetry is used as the standard for the selection of materials in the imperial court, and in this country where it is customary to measure literary talent by composing poems, Tang Que did not lose confidence because of the setbacks in the county, he was always confident that he would be able to live a good life in the future, but the starting point of this good life was in the humble village school in front of him.

"Knowledge changes destiny! It's a little vulgar, but it's really a true word", Tang Que, who was muttering to himself, looked at Yixue shrouded in twilight again, and walked towards home.

When Tang Que walked away from Yixue, it was already twilight, and he walked along the yellow mud path in the village to the dilapidated house where he had borrowed his house.

After turning a small corner, Tang Li saw two premature figures in front of the courtyard gate looking out according to the firewood, and in the thick twilight, these two figures were inevitably a little shrunk in the night breeze of early spring.

Tang Que stopped almost at the same time as he saw these two figures, and the words "looking forward to returning according to the door" suddenly appeared in his heart, in the more than twenty years of later generations, he had learned this word early, but he had never been able to feel it. Because of this, this perfect interpretation of family affection has become the deepest regret and longing in his heart, but he never thought that what he could not hope for in later generations would be presented in front of him so suddenly 1,300 years ago.

Tang Que stood in the shadow of this house for a long time, just quietly looking at the warm and harmonious picture in the distance, until he faintly heard the voice of people on the road behind him, he took a step forward, and his legs that ran back and forth for dozens of miles in a day could no longer feel tired, and Tang Que walked faster and faster against the two figures in the wind.

"Dad, mother", compared with last night's grateful salutation, Tang Que's salutation this time is not much reluctant and jerky.

Seeing that his son, who was lying on the bed a month ago and didn't know his life and death, is still alive and well after walking for a day, Tang Zhang's eyebrows and eyes are full of love and joy, and he is holding an old handkerchief in his hand to pat the dust on his body for him, and his mouth is chattering: "The sun has set, I think you should come back, you are tired, my mother has already rolled out the noodles for you, and you can get out of the pot when you go in."

As for Tang's father, although he also looked at his son with his hands in his sleeves with a loving face, he didn't say anything until Tang Zhang's finished speaking: "Below, go in and go down."

In order to save lamp oil, only one lamp grass was used in the oil lamp in the house, which was a broken house borrowed from the house, and there was not much attention in the countryside, the big stove was built in the hall, Tang Zhang's family added fire to boil water, and first got a clay pot of face washing water for his son, and then he prepared the next strip while burning the fire, and asked Tang Que about going to the city.

After washing his hands and face with hot water, Tang Que pulled a small pestle made of old tree roots and sat down, he naturally didn't say anything about going to the county seat to find a job, but just picked up what he saw in the city and said a few things, even so, Tang and Zhang's two also listened to it with relish, and laughed out loud from time to time.

The house in front of him was dilapidated and poor, and it was not comparable to the four-bedroom and two-living room double professor building in later generations, but the laughter and family affection flowing in this poor house made Tang Que extremely intoxicated, and this feeling could not be felt in the cold professor building anyway.

Tang Zhang's is indeed a good tea and rice, this noodle is rolled out of the thickness moderately, the tendon is very biting, and then there is a spoonful of sour soup below, it is indeed a delicious farmhouse rice. Tang Que was indeed hungry, so he took a bowl and went down half of it in three or two bites, and said vaguely "delicious" while eating.

Tang Zhang's face was wrinkled when she saw that her son was happy, and after she took out two black pottery coarse bowls and served the rice, she took out a bowl-sized steamed bun from the small grass basket hanging on the stove: "Your eldest sister and brother-in-law have come to see you today, this steamed bun is what they brought it, look how white this face is!" ”。

Eating steamed buns with sour soup poured out, the taste was very good, and when Tang Que was eating, he suddenly noticed that not only did Tang and Zhang's hands not only have no steamed buns, but also the bowl was also clear soup and little water, and they couldn't pick up a few noodles.

After Tang Que noticed this scene, his face suddenly turned red under the dim light, in later life, he was used to taking care of his busy parents in life, and he showed it without paying attention in front of him.

Putting down the bowl and steamed buns in his hand, Tang Que took out two steamed buns from the grass and couldn't help but stuff them into the hands of Tang and Zhang.

"Eat dry when you're busy, eat thin when you're free, you're about to go to sleep in chuang, don't spoil good things", Tang Zhang took the steamed bun handed over by the man, and said while walking to the stove: "Your body is just right, you must be careful in eating, and these will be kept for you to slowly replenish."

Tang Que saw that the two old men were reluctant to eat even steamed buns, and then looked at Tang's father's rough hands like firewood rakes, and his heart was really mixed, inexplicable. After reaching out and taking the steamed bun in Tang Zhang's hand, he pressed it into the bowl of the two without saying anything, and the steamed bun was soaked like this, even if he wanted to put it away.

Tang Que's sudden performance made Tang Zhang's distressed and happy, not only distressed that the two good noodles and steamed buns couldn't be contained after being dipped in the soup, but also happy for his son's filial piety, "Hey...... Look at this ......".

"Hurry up and eat, wait a little longer and it will be scattered", Tang Que said and sat back to the small pestle to eat.

After Tang Que finished eating and put down the bowl, he said in a low voice: "Dad, I will work in the field with you tomorrow", the first shortage at home at the moment is food, so we must first ensure that this season of wheat can have a good harvest, otherwise there will be no food in the second half of the autumn and winter. As for Kamimura's affairs, it can only be slowed down for the time being. Compared with this, the current shortage of grain that lasts until the summer harvest is even more worrying.

Seeing that Tang Que was about to go uphill to farm in less than a month after his serious illness, Tang Zhang was about to persuade him to recuperate again, when he heard a sound of footsteps outside, and then saw a neatly dressed woman push the door and walk in.

"High ...... The lady of the Gao family ......", Tang Zhang, who put down the bowl and greeted the door, obviously didn't expect this woman to come to his house, so he spoke a little unpleasantly, "You...... Why did you have to be here? Although Tang Zhang's mouth asked, her body blocked in front of the door of the hall did not move at all, obviously not wanting the woman to enter the house.

Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Tang Que turned sideways and looked out from the crack in the door, and saw that the woman standing in the courtyard was no more than thirty years old, wearing a six-pleated skirt with a clean face, Xu was due to the wind and cold, and added a mud towel collar of the same color on the shoulder, the fashion is different from the middle and Tang Dynasty clothes, and the current women's skirt also follows the customs of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the Northern Qi Dynasty, and the popular narrow clothes and small sleeves, this woman's figure is already graceful, and this waist-killing skirt outlines her sultry figure slightly.