This is a small village in the south of the Yangtze River, with about forty or fifty thatched rammed-earth houses nestled in the hills, and there is no strict planning.

To the north and east of the village are rice fields, with golden ears of rice rippling in the autumn wind.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, dozens of villagers wield sickles in their hands, and occasionally teenage children can be seen in the fields, picking up rice stalks scattered in the fields.

To the south of the village, a long river winds its way east, rowing from the river with a day's catch in a basket at the bow. Before the fishing boat docked, several teenagers on the bank of the river couldn't hold it back, jumped into the water and jumped on the fishing boat and lifted the fishing basket directly.

"Grandpa, I'll go back first, my mother is still waiting for the fish." Jiangnan Water Village has its own benefits, and the half-grown teenager is the time to grow his body, and the occasional meal of fish and meat is also a rare supplement.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the quiet and peaceful pastoral scenery, if it is placed in ordinary times, such a place is definitely a good place for farmhouse.

But......

Standing on the mound in the west of the village, Chen Ping only felt dizzy, everything around him was so unreal.

Cloth shirts, hoods, straw sandals, all the villagers are dressed like this, even the color, is a uniform style of blue-gray, the only difference is that the villagers working in the fields have muddy sackcloth shirts, and occasionally the women who shuttle in front of and behind the house are just a slightly clean skirt.

"Why am I so unlucky?" It's been a week, and Chen Ping hasn't recovered from the bizarre situation that happened to him, and everything around him is really too far away from him.

Who would have thought that it was just an ordinary sleep, and when he woke up, he found himself lying in a strange environment, except for the soul that was still intact, everything around him had changed, including this body that was only eleven years old.

Is it really a dream for a thousand years, or is it the fault of the moment of passion in the dream?

Chen Ping touched the greasy bun on his head and fell into thought.

The late autumn day was very cool, the wind blew from the river in the south, with a moist cold air, into the nostrils and tongue, Chen Ping shrunk his neck, raised his nose, and sneezed loudly.

"Brother, you are standing on the tuyere again, I will tell my mother when I go back." Beneath the mound, a child between the ages of six and seven threatened.

In such a cold season, the little fart child is only wearing a single cloth coat, and the lower body is also a single pants, exposing the upper half of the lower leg of the ankle, and the bare foot is clutching on the mud.

"Ahem, what did I tell you the day before yesterday? Kindness? Didn't you get to come out again with your shoes on? Also, what's going on with that mud on your body? Chen Ping turned around and saw the mud on the little boy's body, and his face immediately pulled down, "Don't you take my words to heart?" Look at me when I go back and don't tell my mother, let my mother beat you. ”

This six- or seven-year-old kid is Chen Ping's younger brother Chen An in this world, a family of five, parents at home, and a two-year-old sister.

Hearing this, Chen An lowered his head and looked at the mud on his body, his little face immediately changed, his hands clasped the mud on it, and then he pouted his ass and ran home: "I'll go back first, tell my mother, say that you are not well from the cold and stand on the tuyere, let my mother beat you first." ”

Yo heh

Isn't this little head stupid? I actually know to report first.

Chen Ping jumped down the hill, stumbled, stood firm, and immediately chased after him: "Hurry up, see if you arrive first or I arrive first." ”

This body is really weaker, a cold, dragged on for more than a month, and it hasn't been finished yet, it's really ......

Chen Anwei screamed, and ran home without looking back. Chen Ping stopped after running a few steps and looked up in the direction of the village. The parents of this body spent their few savings and invited a doctor from the county seat, but in the end they still failed to save their son. If they knew the truth, how would they feel?

The way back is a rural dirt road, not even the basic tamping has not been done, the autumn rain just rested the day before yesterday, the ground has not yet dried, large and small mud puddles, stepping on it is a foot of mud.

Chen Ping's home is in the center of the village, a three-room rammed earth thatched house, there is a large courtyard in front of the house and behind the house, the courtyard wall is also rammed earth, no more than half a person high, and some places are simply erected with wooden stakes and wrapped around some willow branches.

Such a dwelling, in dozens of families in the village, can be regarded as a middle and lower level.

Before coming to the hospital, before entering the house, Chen Ping smelled a damp smell. The sky in the south of the Yangtze River also did not change much more than 1,400 years ago, with dry summers and winter tides, and when it rained, it was even more cold and damp.

"Hey." Chen An had already entered the house and was complaining, Chen Ping stopped the fragmentary language coming out of it, but he felt very unfamiliar, and his heart was even more mixed, standing in front of the courtyard gate, thinking of his parents in another time and space, he was very lost.

There was a lot of noise inside, and after a while, it seemed that Chen Ping, who was standing in front of the courtyard, had stopped moving, and a woman came out of the hall.

The woman was thirty years old, and she was quite handsome, but her face was a little pale, her hair was in a simple bun, her hands were very rough, and her clothes were narrow in a cloth shirt and green skirt, and the cuffs were narrow.

"Come on in, it's time to eat." The woman is Chen Ping's mother in this life, Liu, her tone is very gentle, and her words are full of worry, "Your body has not recovered yet, you must not go to that outlet, in case you get cold again, it will not be good." ”

That would be better, maybe I'll get sick and wake up and go back to the world I was.

Chen Ping muttered in his heart, but seeing Liu's expression, he didn't say what he said in his heart after all, and obediently followed the woman into the hall.

In fact, Chen Ping also understands that if he wants to return to the original world, the hope is really slim, and if he really cares about his body and catches a cold again, maybe he will directly meet the king of Hades.

The dining table is in the hall, which is also the kitchen. The dishes and chopsticks have long been put on the table, and there are three people sitting at the table, and sitting opposite the door is a sturdy crop man with a dark face, who is Chen Ping's father, Chen Xiaoyi. On the side is Chen An, and on the other side is Chen Ping's sister, only two-year-old Chen Zhen.

"The wind chill is not good, what should I do if I go out and catch a cold? Another expense. Hurry up and sit down to eat. The food on the table did not move, and when Liu and Chen Ping came in, Chen Xiaoyi picked up the bamboo chopsticks and pottery bowl.

Seeing his father move the chopsticks, Chen An picked up the chopsticks and aimed at the fish soup in the middle of the table, fished it out, and picked up a piece of white and tender fish.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, grandpa, how good it would be if you caught fish every day." While Chen An was eating, he didn't forget to suggest to Chen Xiaoyi, and put a robe on his body.

"Catch fish every day? Who will take care of the more than ten acres of fields? Do you still want to eat? After taking two bites of brown rice, Chen's father glared at Chen An, "Get up tomorrow morning and go with me to harvest rice." ”

The rice in the field is ripe, and it is harvest time, and the day before yesterday there was an autumn rain, so if we don't take advantage of the time to harvest the lodging rice, the rice will sprout, not only will you not be able to pay the rent, but the livelihood of the whole family will also become a problem.

As soon as Chen An heard that he was going to harvest rice, he was immediately unhappy, and looked at Chen Ping beside him: "Why don't you go, brother?" I'm too young to wield a scythe, and I'll cut my hand. ”

"It's okay, you can just set up the cut rice for me." Chen's father raised his eyelids and saw that Chen Ping's chopsticks didn't move, "Why don't you move the chopsticks?" Eat quickly, and take care of yourself so that you can go down with me. ”

Ten acres of land, close to a strong labor is naturally not enough, Chen An and Chen Ping brothers together can barely withstand a laborer, go to the field to help, can save the precious time of harvesting.

There are three dishes on the table, radish, sunflower cabbage, and fish soup. Turnips are large pieces of boiled turnips, watered, sprinkled with a little salt. Sunflower is boiled sunflower that floats in the soup and is a bit bland. As for the fish soup, the soup looks good, but the fishy smell is really a bit heavy.

The three dishes, without exception, are boiled, and the only condiment is salt, even if it is salt, the amount is not much.

It seems that not only is the mind not fully adapted to this environment, but even the tongue has become critical.

"This is the fish that your grandfather caught for you, it is very delicious and good for the body, eat more." Liu picked up a piece of tender meat from the fish belly and put it in Chen Ping's bowl.

"Eat...... Eat meat. ”

The girl who had already run into Liu's arms waved her hands and motioned for Chen Ping to eat meat, and her pink little face was very delicate.

"Yes, you eat too." Chen Ping tasted a small bite of meat, took a bite of rice, chewed hard, and put the large piece of fish in the bowl in his mother Liu's bowl again, "My sister is growing up, I need to eat more meat." ”

This meal of fish and meat is not easy to come by, and based on the memories that Chen Ping has transferred from his mind, he knows that in the past, only during the festival, Chen's father would get two fish, or cut half a catty of pork at the county butcher shop.

Chen An, who was beside him, had a bitter face and looked over: "I'm still young, I also want to grow my body, why don't you bring me some meat?" ”

"You eat this, this is rich in nutrients and can promote growth." Chen Ping sandwiched a piece of radish and put it in Chen An's bowl.

"I don't, I'm going to eat meat, I want meat, I'm going to eat meat." Chen An chewed the radish and stared at the plate of fish soup with his eyes.

"Okay, take it, it's getting dark, eat it." Chen's mother scooped up a fishtail and gave it to Chen An.

Autumn nights come very quickly, the sun goes down, and after a meal, it gets dark.

"Mother, I'll clean it up." Chen Ping was not sleepy yet, and when he saw Liu tidying up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, he immediately walked over.

At the age of thirty, if this was placed in Chen Ping's original era, it would be the glamorous situation of women.

But this is the Sui Dynasty, it is the sixth century AD, it is a small village in the south of the Yangtze River, there is no accident, the Liu family has been rooted here all their lives, old age, and then buried in the dirt, turning into a pile of dust.

Liu stopped Chen Ping and said, "You go to sleep, I'll clean up." Hot water is on the stove and you take it yourself. ”

"I'm not sleepy yet." Chen Ping didn't go away, he hurriedly picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table, went to the clay jar to scoop up water, and washed them.

Liu stood at the door of the hall, picked up Chen Zhen, who opened his hand, and watched his son pour water, put the dishes, and wash the dishes, with tears in his eyes.

My son has been sick, he has changed a lot, he is picky, he talks a lot, he is also filial, and he knows how to take care of people.

"Mother, the dishes and chopsticks are washed." After a moment's effort, Chen Ping put the washed dishes and chopsticks on the dining table and set them up, and went to pour two bowls of hot water.

"Let's go and rest." Liu's voice was a little choked, mostly relieved.

Chen Ping nodded and went to the room next to the hall, Chen An had already climbed into bed and shrunk into the quilt.

The room is not large, and the furnishings inside are very simple, except for a wooden bed by the north wall, covered with a layer of linen, and the gray quilt is patched one after another.

Chen Ping sat down, his fingers poking into a hole in the quilt, and pulled out a cloud of damp flocculents. Chen Ping is no stranger to this thing, it is a reed flower, and when he was a child, he also used reed flowers to fill the pillow at home, which is very comfortable.

However, filling the futon with reed flowers is a bit chilly.

"This family is really poor." Chen Ping sighed in his heart, and looked at Chen An's exposed buttocks, "Don't pretend to be asleep, get up, let's do this bowl." ”

The bed board creaked, and Chen An grabbed the quilt cover: "I don't drink it, brother, you drink it yourself." ”

"Aren't you just worried about getting up late?" Chen Ping would not let Chen An go, "Don't think I don't know, what did you do in the corner of the wall last night." ”

There are several small pits on the rammed earth more than a meter high in the corners of the wall, and under the small pits are strips of yellow dirt.

The brothers have achieved a lot over the years.

"You pee too, you took me to pee." Chen An couldn't resist Chen Ping after all, and took the pottery bowl, "Brother, you have an illness, and you have changed." ”

Smacked his mouth, didn't he? Completely Li Dai Tao stiff.

Spit out the gravel chips between his teeth, Chen Ping blew a breath, took a small sip of boiling water, and the hot flow entered the stomach along the throat, and his body suddenly warmed up a lot.

"By the way, from today onwards, you are not allowed to pee in the house." Chen Pingdao.

"Where are you going?" Chen An looked up.

"Isn't there a pit in the back? Go there. The smell in the house was a bit heavy, and Chen Ping felt the need to change Chen An's bad habits.

"You didn't go either, why should I go?" Chen An was not convinced.

"From today onwards, I will go too." Chen Ping drank all the water in the bowl in one gulp, lay on the bed with his clothes closed, and slept. ”

In this era, there is naturally no electric light, and the lack of nightlife is terrible, and in this small village, it can even be said that it is basically equal to zero.

Chen Ping, who was accustomed to the night, did not fall asleep after lying down, his eyes were open, staring at the thatched roof in the dark, and his thoughts were flying.

"Yang Jian has just died, it is now September of the fourth year of Renshou, Yang Guang is on the throne, I think about it, there is still one year before the Jiangdu, and there are seven years before the first expedition to Liaodong...... Well, the peasant uprising ......"