It should have traveled to another world!

Liu Yuanshan thought silently in his heart, walked out of the low door, looked at the white dawn outside, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The air is thick and fresh, without a trace of the smoke and dust of the modern city, judging from Liu Yuanshan's experience in his previous life, there is no such pure place on the earth, and the only explanation is that he has crossed into another world.

Thinking about the glowing golden divine book, thinking about his own personal experience, and comparing with the many fantasy fairy novels he had read in his previous life, he actually had a trace of inexplicable expectation in his heart, but the only thing that was different from those travelers in the book was that he did not have any memory of the original owner after crossing over.

Not long after, the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shot into the sky from the east, the dark white tone before dawn was dispelled, and the scenery presented in front of Liu Yuanshan's eyes gradually became clearer.

Good view!

Autumn scenery, falling leaves!

Liu Yuan, despite the fact that he was only less than one meter six tall, posed in the autumn breeze and posed that he thought was cool, and said to himself: "In the future, when cultivating immortals and entering the Tao, you must also have a fan, and first practice the posture of treating people and things." ”

Before the words fell, the courtyard door was suddenly opened, and a head stretched out from inside, winked at Liu Yuanshan sneakily, and said, "San Lang, come on, eat immediately!" It's that cheap sister.

Liu Yuanshan put away the posture he thought was very handsome, followed his sister into the yard, and saw that the cheap mother was carrying a big hug of wood into the kitchen, which should be because she was cooking.

At this time, not only the cheap mother and the cheap old lady, but also the other people in the entire courtyard also began to get up one after another.

This courtyard of Liu's house is a typical old-fashioned courtyard house, the hall house is in the north, the east and west two wings are two matching rooms, and the south is a north open south house, and the south house is also where Liu Yuanshan's family of three stays.

"Yikes! Saburo woke up, is he well? A woman of medium stature and ordinary clothes came out of the east wing lazily, combing her hair while looking at Liu Yuanshan with a look of surprise.

"Ah, Saburo woke up?" Another woman came out of the west wing, looking at him with the same combing of her hair.

Until now, Liu Yuanshan knew that the San Lang in the mouth of the two of them was talking about himself.

"Huh! Alright, alright! ”

Although Liu Yuanshan knew that these two were likely to be his relatives, he didn't know who they were, so he could only answer perfunctorily in an indistinct voice, and took advantage of the gap between words to walk to the water tank with the cheap old lady and began to wash.

"The one in the east wing is the eldest mother, and the one in the west wing is the second mother!" Liu Yanran squatted down, took Liu Yuanshan's little hand and scrubbed him personally, and told him in a low voice.

Due to unknown reasons, Liu Yuanshan did not retain the memory of the original owner after crossing over, and Liu Yuanshan could only explain to his mother and sister under the pretext of "forgetting everything with a fever", and then his sister helped him get acquainted with the people at home.

The eldest aunt, also called the eldest aunt, is not the meaning of the father's main house here in northwest Hubei Province, the eldest aunt is the eldest aunt, and the second aunt is the second aunt.

Because he is accustomed to using modern daily necessities, although he has washed it many times, Liu Yuanshan still feels that his hands are not clean, and he has a slippery and greasy feeling, I don't know if it is because he really hasn't washed it, or if the water picked up from the soil well at the head of the village is this tune.

After washing my hands, I rinsed my mouth again, the water was slightly sweet, but I always felt that there was a layer of overnight taste in my mouth and it was very uncomfortable. Liu Yuanshan has no cleanliness after all, so he just uses his fingers as a toothbrush to scratch twice.

At this time, the mother Liu had already made breakfast and called everyone to come over for dinner.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and slightly chubby old lady walked out of the main room, looking to be in her fifties, and her black clothes were neat and neat.

The people in the east and west wings also came out one after another, gathered in the middle of the courtyard, and then sat down one by one in order.

The table was very large, Liu Yuanshan's mother and son sat in the southernmost place, and her sister Liu Yanran did not forget to introduce in a low voice: "This is grandma, the one wearing a Confucian headscarf in the east is the uncle, the uncle is a scholar, and next to the uncle and the aunt is Dalang Liu Yuanfeng." ”

From the introduction, it is known that the uncle Liu Xiaozhong is a scholar, and in addition to Liu Yuanfeng, there is also a younger son Liu Yuanlin; The man who looks honest in the west is the second uncle Liu Xiaohou, a farmer, and the second uncle has only one son, who is the second brother Liu Yuanhuo.

This is a typical big family in the feudal era.

After seeing the people, Liu Yuanshan's eyes fell on eating, there was a small bamboo basket on the table, and four rice balls the same size of a fist, a large pot of rice porridge, and a plate of pickles were placed in the basket.

That's the breakfast.

Looking at the four rice balls in the bamboo basket, the old lady Dong's face suddenly darkened, and before she could eat, she slapped her chopsticks on the table with a snap and said, "Who cooked today?" ”

The tone was questioning, but his eyes had already fallen on Liu Yuanshan's mother Liu, Liu's face was pale, and he couldn't help but shudder, and then said hesitantly: "Mother, that, that, San Lang's body is just right today, I think, I want to ......"

"Just your son Jin Gui?" The old lady Dong ignored Liu's explanation and scolded: "I have four grandchildren? Who hasn't been sick, isn't San Lang dead? Keep the meal for the adults, what can the children do if they eat it? ”

As he spoke, he took out a rice ball from the bamboo basket and handed it to Liu, and continued: "Put it back!" ”

Three rice balls every morning, one for Dong, because Dong is the parent, and one for the eldest son Liu Xiaozhong, because Liu Xiaozhong spends his brain on studying; One for the second son Liu Xiaohou, because Liu Xiaohou had to work hard in the field.

This is the rule of the Liu family.

As for women, they can only drink rice porridge when they work, and children can't count as laborers and can't eat dry rice!

Liu's eyes were slightly red, and tears were about to drip down, but he still took the rice ball, turned around and sent it back to the house. Liu Yanran, the sister next to her, watched her younger brother and mother being bullied, and couldn't help muttering: "Last time, Dalang had a fever and ate two eggs?" ”

"What do you say?" As soon as Dong heard Liu Yanran muttering, he suddenly stood up from the bench like a powder keg that had been lit, slapped the table and scolded loudly: "You damn unfilial girl, dare to talk back to me, don't you?" ”

Turning around, he nodded at Liu and said, "Look at you, what kind of thing you are giving birth to!" ”

was counted down by the old lady for a while, and everyone at the table was silent.

Dong scolded Liu fiercely, scolded enough, then picked up the coarse porcelain bowl on the table, glanced at the yellow and white rice porridge in the bowl, and put the rice bowl on the table with a loud bang: "Loser girl, look at this porridge is so thick, according to your method, you will finish smashing the food at home in a month." ”