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Wu Fanhui wanted to cry without tears, he thought that he had traveled to a primitive society.

Even the poorest village in a few hundred years will be richer than the village of Ma'anshan in front of you.

In Ma'anshan Village in the loess ravine, there are only a few houses that can be seen, all of them are loess rammed earth walls, the houses built of mud are not very large, slightly quaint, covered with a few tiles, plus thick thatch, shelter from the wind and rain, these few only houses belong to the old people and Lizheng in the village.

The rest are all caves dug in the mountains.

The cave can't see the window, either digging a square or circular hole, or a broken wooden door, and some are even a fence tied with branches, blocking the front of the cave, the right is the door, it is summer, it is nothing more than rain drifting into the cave, if it is winter, how to resist the biting cold.

Ma'anshan Village is only ten miles away from the county seat, which is a village with good conditions.

Ma'anshan villages, which are in good condition, are so dilapidated, and Wu Fanhui can't imagine what other remote villages are like.

Poor to this extent, it is no wonder that Shaanxi is the poorest place in the Ming Dynasty, known as the place where the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people.

Wu Fanhui had a wave of anger in his chest, and he thought about rebelling.

The reality he saw was a huge blow to Wu Fanhui, and many of the thoughts in his mind were ruthlessly extinguished by the cruelty of reality.

The literati and artists are extremely far away from here, and the wind and snow cannot gain a foothold here.

With his memory, Wu Fanhui returned to his home, the two-eyed cave on the side of the mountain in the south of the village.

I also met a few people on the road, Wu Fanhui nodded and smiled, but the numb expression of the other party made him feel bored.

There are boxy "windows" dug in both caves, which makes Wu Fanhui thoughtful.

Entering the cave, the dim light makes it difficult to see the inside for a while.

"Kid, Dad, Fan Hui is back."

"Brother, where have you been, my father and mother have been looking for you for a long time."

A man with a somewhat stiff figure stood up, grabbed a wooden stick in his hand, and rushed over.

"Son, you still know to come back."

The stick was raised high, but it did not fall.

The man's familiar face appeared in front of Wu Fanhui, the tears on the woman's face behind the man had not yet dried, and there were two little girls behind the woman, looking timid.

"Dad, mother, I went to the mountains and went around, and I was delayed for some time."

Wu Fanhui can feel strong concern, but he wants him to have a strong family affection for his father and mother who suddenly appeared, which is a little difficult, before he crossed, he is older than his parents who reborn, but fortunately, the body he crossed is thirteen years old, in the eyes of the Zhuang family, he is an adult, and it is understandable that he is not good at expressing emotions.

The peasant children don't have so much hypocrisy, they just do things every day, eat and sleep, and don't have to think about or do the rest of the things.

For Wu Fanhui, doing things is the main thing, eating is secondary, half of the eldest child eats his mother, it is impossible for him to let go of his stomach to eat at home, if that is the case, his parents and sister don't have to eat.

"You, how dare you go to the mountain, don't you know that Wu Guigui and they are on the mountain, if they are caught."

"The child's father, Fan Hui has returned, don't say these unfortunate words."

The cave calmed down, and Wu Fanhui excused himself to be tired and lay down on the kang.

Memories keep popping up, and there are still some strange things in them.

One of the peculiarities, his father Wu Qingchao has the experience of reading, once studied in the Wu School in the county for about half a year, is considered a scholar in the village, Wu Fanhui's name is given by the Mr. Wu School back then, the second peculiar, although the father has studied in the Wu School, but there is no high status in the village, this is very strange, not in line with common sense, the third peculiar, people who can enter the school to study, the identity is not ordinary, ordinary peasant families, the children of the family can not enter the school, Wu Qingchao can enter the school to study, Either his family background is good, or his identity is not ordinary, but today's Wu Qingchao is like a farmer.

Wu Qingchao never mentioned these things, and Wu Fanhui naturally didn't know why.

Mother Wang Hecui is also from this village, the daughter of an ordinary farmer, Wu Fanhui once heard rumors that Wang Hecui did not live in Ma'anshan Village when he was young, which is very strange.

"Brother, it's time to eat."

The slightly immature voice made Wu Fanhui temporarily put down the doubts in his head and quickly got up.

He hadn't had time to think of his two younger sisters yet.

The eldest sister Wu Mingli, eleven years old, and the younger sister Wu Mingfang, eight years old, both sisters were named by their fathers.

The impression of the two younger sisters in his memory is very vague, which makes Wu Fanhui realize the fact that in this family, men are superior to women, as the eldest son, he does not need to pay attention to his two younger sisters, and the two younger sisters must respect him unconditionally as an elder brother, and his father Wu Qingchao, who has studied experience, is afraid that this is also the case.

The distribution of the two caves can also be seen, the father, mother and two younger sisters have one cave, and Wu Fanhui has one cave, although the single cave is very small.

From this point, we can feel that the real Ming is different from hundreds of years later.

From here, I feel even more questioned, where can ordinary peasant families be so exquisite, these etiquette and humility, only the scholar family strictly emphasizes and abides.

On the stone table outside the cave, there was a pot of millet porridge, and a fragrant smell spread, and Wu Mingli and Wu Mingfang, who were walking behind Wu Fanhui, swallowed their saliva.

Rice fat millet, one of the four major tribute millet of the imperial court, is very famous, in the eyes of the local people, rice fat millet is the root of life, there is no peculiar place, in the capital and the south, rice fat millet is the grain favored by dignitaries.

Rice fat millet, planted in the rainy season and harvested in late autumn.

Now it is June, the scorching summer season, many places of rice fat have suffered from a major drought, Ma'anshan Village is no exception, the rice fat millet in the field is half dead, suffered a serious disaster, and there is a big problem with the autumn harvest.

Mizhi County has reached its peak, and the common people can't eat the chaff leaves, let alone millet porridge.

At this time, millet porridge appeared in the house, which made Wu Fanhui feel the strong concern of his parents again.

There are five stoneware black bowls on the stone table, two large and three small, this kind of stoneware black bowls, after hundreds of years, most of them are used to steam the meat, which is worthless.

Wang Hecui first took a large stoneware black bowl, filled a thick bowl of millet porridge, handed it to Wu Fanhui, and then gave a bowl to Wu Qingchao.

Before Wang Hecui could serve the porridge again, Wu Fanhui picked up the big bowl in front of him and used chopsticks to dial the thick millet porridge into the two small bowls, which were the small bowls of the two younger sisters.

"Mother, I can't eat so much, let the eldest sister and the younger sister eat more."

As he spoke, Wu Fanhui naturally stood up, took the wooden scoop in Wang Hecui's hand, and filled the bowl with some soup.

Wu Fanhui didn't put some millet porridge in his mother's bowl, he knew that his mother would definitely not agree to do so.

Wu Qingchao and Wang Hecui were very quiet, and they could even be said to be surprised, they looked at Wu Fanhui, and their movements froze a little, until Wu Fanhui began to bow his head and drink porridge.

Wu Qingchao also picked up the big bowl in front of him, and gave the porridge in the bowl to Wang Hecui and his two daughters, until there was not much millet in his bowl.

In this way, the soup was basically drunk by Wu Qingchao and Wu Fanhui, and the thick millet was left for Wang Hecui, Wu Mingli and Wu Mingfang.

Millet porridge is indeed very fragrant, very delicious, Wu Fanhui, who has never eaten such a delicious and natural rice porridge, hundreds of years later, the poisonous food that is rampant everywhere makes eating a worrying thing.

After quickly drinking the millet porridge, Wu Fanhui got up and left, and returned to the cave, he still needed time to think, adapt to this era of crossing, and adapt to such a difficult environment. It's about what to do in the future.

It would be nice if I woke up and could travel back, after all, I have the status of a civil servant.

After eating, Wu Qingchao slowly walked to the front of the cave, did not go in, kept wandering outside, the sky has darkened, Ma'anshan Village fell into silence, sunrise and sunset and rest is the habit here, going to bed early can properly alleviate hunger, consume less food, so many years have passed, Wu Qingchao has long been used to it.

Wu Fanhui's huge changes surprised Wu Qingchao, how could his son not be familiar with it, he was cowardly when he was a child, cowering, wooden, and did not show the slightest ability, so that Wu Qingchao, who was bent on turning over, hated iron and steel, and often lamented, thinking that it was God's injustice and punishment for him, but he disappeared for more than a day, and Wu Fanhui, who went home, had completely changed his temperament, and he spoke calmly and confidently, which made his father breathtaking.

What happened, Wu Qingchao wanted to ask clearly.

Wu Qingchao has seen some of the world, and his understanding is far stronger than the farmers in Ma'anshan Village, but he has no choice but to live in this closed small mountain village, the people he has seen are all honest and wooden, Wu Fanhui grew up here, under the hearing and witnessing, it is impossible to have any temperament, the ravines near the village, Wu Qingchao has been there, except for the barrenness in his eyes, there is nothing peculiar.

When Wu Fanhui returned home, he was a little indifferent to him and Wang Hecui's attitude, and he didn't have the heartfelt closeness of the past, but his concern for his two younger sisters was strongly displayed, although there was not a word.

What happened to Wu Fanhui.

After thinking about it for a quarter of an hour, Wu Qingchao finally couldn't help it, he walked to the front of the cave, listened carefully to the movement inside, and there was a slight snoring sound from inside the cave.

Wu Qingchao shook his head helplessly and turned to leave, although he was a little unwilling.