Chapter 1: The Son of the Poor Door

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The morning sun slowly rose from the east, shining on the child playing in the mountain fields. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The child had a childish face, and was dressed in a light blue coarse cloth robe that did not fit his small body, with two gray patches faintly on the robe, and a red string around his neck, on which hung a wolf's tooth.

The child is holding a small shovel and digging in the ground.

Not far behind him, a gray rabbit was looking down and nibbling on a green blade of grass.

"Didn't they all say that there would be carrots buried in the land in the mountains, why can't they be found?"

This kid is none other than Lewen, a graduate student of ancient literature from the 21st century, a graduate student of ancient literature in modern times, who wants to find a job You know how difficult it is, even food and clothing are a problem, and it didn't take long for his girlfriend to break up with him.

And when he came to this era, he wanted to dig a carrot and eat it.

It's hard to think about it, he didn't touch carrots before, but now he's digging plants that he doesn't like to eat at all, just to change his appetite.

Although carrots were introduced to China at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, he did not know much about some of the crops in the countryside.

It's late spring now, and it's not even early summer, and carrots are planted in early summer, and the harvest won't be harvested until autumn, so how can there be carrots?

Since it was a crossing, it would be nice to cross to a big family, but he just crossed into such a remote mountain village, where he ate corn, camellia, kudzu every day, and even barley porridge and steamed cakes were rarely eaten.

He complained bitterly even to God, saying that the countryside, the mountains and rivers are good, but the rabbits in the mountains are better than the monkeys, you don't have good archery, you can't even touch the rabbit hair.

Let's go down to the river to fish, there is only a small river ditch in the mountain, although the water is clear, but there is not even a small fry.

In addition to the Orion family, the people in the mountains can also eat a few meals of meat from time to time, and his father, just an honest and down-and-out child, only reads every day and wants to take the exam, but repeatedly fails the exam, and his mother, as a woman, can only do some housework and farm work, where is there meat to eat.

"Wen'er, what are you digging this kid, go home and eat."

A woman dressed in narrow sleeves, slightly dark skin, and slightly ruddy cheeks was walking towards Lewen from the distant hill.

The rabbit, which was grabbing the grass behind Lewen, heard the woman's shout, pulled out his legs and ran, and slipped into a hole in the dirt by the side of the mountain.

"Mother, the child wants to dig up a few carrots to eat."

Without looking back, Le Wen continued to hold the small shovel and dig hard in the field.

"What? Now where are the carrots in this season, go quickly and go home with your mother for dinner. ā€

This woman is none other than Lewen's mother, Wang, in her twenties, with an ordinary face.

A few days ago, Lewen just came to this era, and when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was that the mother was sitting on the edge of the bed with a scorched face, and there were still a few shallow tears on her ruddy cheeks.

"Mother, aren't carrots available at this time? Hey, mother, the child still has to dig carrots. ā€

"Stinky boy, I see that you had a fever a few days ago and burned in a daze, go home with your mother."

Wang thought that Lewen was talking nonsense, so he picked up Lewen and walked home.

Seeing the green grass and trees slowly passing behind him and a few 'chirping' sparrows on the branches getting farther and farther away from him, Lewen could only be carried to a house in the south at the mercy of others.

The courtyard is very similar to the courtyard house of old Beijing, there are three large tile houses, the green willows hang down in front of the gate, the yard area is as big as two liberation cars, the courtyard wall is built of rammed earth, there are several pots of flowers and plants planted in the yard, there is a pot of iron trees, there is a pink and yellow flower in the middle of the iron tree, it is extremely beautiful, I heard that the iron tree only blooms for a hundred years, it seems that this iron tree has been a hundred years old.

"My mother and brother are back, and we can finally eat, and Chao'er is dying of hunger." A chubby child, dressed in a gray cloth gown, ran out of a tiled house in the middle of the courtyard with joy.

This fat kid is Lewen's younger brother, named Lechao, nicknamed Long Chao, Lechao is one year younger than Lewen, don't look at him is one year younger than Lewen, but his strength is much greater than Lewen, the children in the village who are a few years older than him can't beat him when they fight with him, and they often take children older than him to trick around, dig eggs and fight, and do everything.

In the tiled house in the middle of the courtyard, there is a square blue-black stone table, and there are several white oval stone benches around the stone table, and on one of the stone benches sits a young man in his 20s, holding a book in both hands, and is immersed in hard reading.

The young man was pale and slightly weak, dressed in a soapy white robe, with a turban wrapped around his head and a piece of black jade around his waist.

"Xianggong has eaten."

Wang brought the food to the stone table, and the family of four gathered around the stone table to prepare for dinner, looking at the soap-robed young man next to him who was still reading, and patted him gently.

"You eat first, and then watch for your husband."

The young man in the soap robe was Lewen's father, and when he heard the Wang family call him to eat, he didn't raise his head and said a word.

"Hey, I said that you father and son have a meal, why is it so difficult, can you finish eating and see."

Wang's slightly rosy cheeks were flushed, and he said a little impatiently.

Long Chao, who was already eating and drinking, raised his head and scratched the back of his head and said, "Mother, it's not difficult for Chao'er to eat at all, can you bring Chao'er with you." ā€

"Go, I didn't say anything about you, in addition to being able to eat, you are causing trouble for your mother, you are not as good as your brother Wen'er." Wang remembered that the day before yesterday, Long Chao also beat the children of the Li family in the next village, and the Li family's parents found the house, and asked Long Chao to come out to apologize, so he didn't fight when he was angry.

Lewen's father's name is Le Haoxuan, he is loyal and honest, and he is naturally a little afraid of his wife, so when he raised his eyes and saw his wife's displeasure, he immediately put the book on the stone bench on the side, picked up a bowl of chestnut rice porridge on the stone table, and ate it without saying a word.

Lewen, who was on the side, looked at the chestnut rice porridge in the bowl, although he couldn't get used to it, but since he had crossed into a poor family, what could he do? It would be nice to be able to fill your stomach.

"Wen'er, don't just eat chestnut rice porridge, come and eat some sunflower vegetables."

Wang watched his son only eat chestnut rice porridge and not vegetables, and picked up a chopstick sunflower and put it in the Lewen bowl.

Lewen took a bite of the chopsticks sunflower that his mother gave him, chewed a few bites and felt that it tasted good, so he hurriedly put a few chopsticks sunflower in the dish and put it in the bowl.

"Mother, when will there be meat to eat?"

Le Wen asked with some anticipation while chewing sunflower vegetables, he was almost tired of eating meat before he wore it, but he couldn't eat meat in these days, but he saw that his neighbors sometimes ate meat and panicked, always thinking about when he could eat a bite of meat.

There was a hint of kindness and helplessness in Wang's eyes, and he said: "When your father is admitted to Xiucai, there will be meat to eat." ā€

Hearing that he would have to wait for his father to be admitted to Xiucai before he could have meat to eat, Lewen felt desperate.

Lewen has no hope for his father, although his father likes to read, but his talent is very poor, as the old saying goes, stupid birds fly first, but there are some things, not that you can succeed if you work hard.

For example, if you want to make money, you have to work hard to move bricks every day, from day to night, but it didn't take long for the tired waist disc to protrude, and you can't move it anymore.

Wang didn't reply, just shook his head and said: "Hey, Wen'er, a poor family like us, only by studying hard can we have a way out, can we glorify our ancestors, and nothing else will be useful." ā€

"Mother, the child will definitely study hard in the future, so that you will have meat to eat at every meal, and you will have a carriage to sit in when you travel, and you will not suffer anymore."

Since Lewen has come to this era, he must get ahead and will not let his mother, who loves him, work hard for the poverty of life.

Ancient times are not like modern times, there is no culture, and if you are a barber, you have a good income.

But in those days, who shaved their heads? Parents of body hair and skin, do you dare to shave?

Although some businessmen will also be very rich, they are not like modern businessmen who can easily get rich and get rich, and there are big businessmen everywhere.

It was extremely difficult for merchants in ancient times to get rich, and even if they did, they were at the bottom of the list.

After lunch, Long Chao ran out to play with the children in the village again, but Lewen picked up a copy of "Analects" by his father's bedside, sat on the edge of the bed and read it.

Zi said: "The phoenix bird is not here, the river is not out of the picture, Luo is not out of the book, I am already a husband!" ā€

When Lewen saw this, he held his chin in his hand and thought about it.

It is now the sixteenth year of Hongzhi, and Zhu Youzhi of Ming Xiaozong is generous and benevolent, thrifty, diligent in political affairs, and can be regarded as a famous good emperor in history.

But it's a pity that he will die in two years, that is, on the seventh day of the fifth month of the eighteenth year of Hongzhi.

Next is Ming Wuzong Zhu Houzhao, an emperor who frolicked and had fun, but had military exploits, and killed a Tatar with his own hands.

Although he only killed an enemy soldier, it also greatly boosted the morale of the Ming army, but he was addicted to the leopard room in the back, and he was infamous as a 'faint king'.

Then there is Zhu Houxi, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and some historians once said that Emperor Jiajing was the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

However, some people think that this emperor is not good, saying that Jiajing is a Ming Jun, but the foundation of Zhengde is deep, the south and the north Hu border troubles are constant, Zhang Jing, Hu Zongxian A group of loyal ministers who served the country died tragically, Yan Song and his son have controlled the government for decades, how to seem to experience it for themselves.

He didn't take any exams, although he studied ancient literature, but everyone knows that after the Ming Dynasty passed through the Qing Dynasty, many things have been lost, and there are many historical materials in history that are inaccurate.

When Lewen was thinking about these things, in a trance, it seemed that he heard someone calling him.

"Huh? Wen'er, you haven't learned to read and write, what are you looking at randomly? ā€

At this time, his father came to the house and looked at Lewen with a very strange look.

Le Wen turned his head to see that it was his father, and quickly put the book back on the bedside and said, "Daddy, the child wants to go to the country school to study." ā€

The Ming Dynasty attached great importance to the literati, and even the poor soil in the countryside also built schools for poor children to get education.

"But you're only seven years old, not old enough, the children in the township school are all eight years old." Le Haoxuan walked to the side of the bed, picked up Xiao Lewen and said in a low voice.

"Daddy, that's true, but the child really wants to go to school." Lewen said coquettishly in his father's arms.

In fact, he has read all the four books and five classics, but he doesn't want his family to think that he has no teacher, so won't he be suspected of being a monster by the villagers?

The feudal thinking in the countryside was very powerful in ancient times, and some long-tongued women love to sit together and talk about the east and the west, and the road is short, and the matter will become more and more mysterious, the so-called people are terrible, and Lewen doesn't want to be killed as a monster.

Father Le looked at Le Wen's unyielding appearance, stroked Le Wen's forehead, and smiled slightly: "Okay, good, good, since Wen'er wants to learn, how about teaching Wen'er for his father?" ā€

Lewen broke free from his father's arms, picked up the "Analects" at the bedside, handed it to his father, and said, "Well, daddy quickly teach the child." ā€

"Yo, Xiaowen is learning to read?"

At this time, a delicate and lovely girl ran in happily, and saw that Lewen's father was teaching Lewen literacy, and joked with a smile.

Le Wen looked back and saw that the person who came was the daughter of the uncle's family.

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