A few chickens crowed outside the window, the sky was bright, and Fang Yingwu, a villager in Shanghuaxi Village, Zitong Township, Chun'an County, the Ming Dynasty, opened his eyes from his sleep.

He lay on the bed blankly, very confused. He was an orphan in the 21st century, and he studied hard to become a master's student with a master's degree in Ming and Qing history in the Department of History of Zhejiang University, but why did he become this young man with the same name and surname during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty after falling into the water while traveling in Qiandao Lake?

Is this reincarnated with memories, or is it the seizure of the soul that occupies someone else's body? Moreover, Fang Yingwu had countless fragments of mixed and fragmented information in his mind, all of which originally belonged to the Ming Dynasty boy. In other words, it belongs to him now, after all, the two space-time objects have become one.

checked his memory, but first remembered his father in this life. The surname Fang Qingzhi said that eight years ago, that is, in the fifth year of Chenghua, he showed his talents, but he failed in the two township examinations in the seventh year of Chenghua and the tenth year of Chenghua. So he went on a study trip two years ago. So far, there has been no news of it, and it can be considered a missing person for the time being.

Continuing to recall his father in depth, Fang Yingwu couldn't help but be dumbfounded. This father is only fifteen years older than him, and he is only thirty this year!

Let yourself call a thirty-year-old man Daddy? Fang Yingwu felt that there was a psychological disorder, but fortunately, his father was still missing, and he didn't have to face this embarrassing situation for the time being.

As for his mother, Fang Yingwu had no specific impression, only knew that she died in childbirth when she gave birth to herself, which was very embarrassing, and vaguely knew that her surname was Hu, as if she was from other villages in the same township.

There are two brothers in my father's generation, although my father has become a talented man, my uncle is still farming for a living. However, after the death of my grandfather and grandmother, my father and uncle did not separate the family, and the two rooms were still in the same courtyard.

But my father can be called a model of "not hearing things outside the window, and only reading the books of sages and sages", and he has lived alone for many years in the county school to study for learning, and he only seeks to improve. Even when I didn't travel far away to study, I didn't go home often.

Therefore, Fang Yingwu has been eating and drinking in his uncle's room since he was a child, but he rarely meets his father a few times, so it is indispensable to be complained and imprisoned by his uncle and aunt. Under the fence, it is probably so, which is not enough to be honest with outsiders.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu, a high-achieving student who had a little arrogance in his previous life, felt very uncomfortable, and he didn't bother to continue digging his memory, so he got up and got out of bed and went out of the house for a turn.

As far as the eye can see, the courtyard wall is just a fence, and the house is made of yellow clay walls, and the thick thatch is the roof. In this village located in the middle of the hillside, most of the dozens of houses are of this style, and those who can use bricks and tiles can definitely be called a large family in the mountain village.

There are east and west wings in his yard, the west wing is his uncle's family's, and the east wing is their long room, and now he is the only one who lives.

After Fang Yingwu sighed, he re-entered the east wing house, and saw that there were only three major items in the house—a wooden bed with a crumbling pendant, a wooden cabinet with paint peeling, and a wooden table with a layer of dirt on it, and the stool was missing. Looking at the years of these family items, Fang Yingwu suspects that they were all built by his father when he got married more than ten years ago.

Such living conditions are really worthy of a long sigh again. He stood bored in the room, this is not a house, the four walls are almost the same, if there may be any belongings, it will only be in the painted cabinet.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu opened the cabinet, and found a few pieces of coarse cloth clothes in it, and the most interesting thing was that there was actually a piece of paper in the book.

After unfolding it, it turned out that this note was left by his father before he went out to study, and it read: "Because my son is getting older, he has become sensible, and the affairs of the long house in the family are all handled by my son, and it can be heard afterwards." I hope that all relatives will help me to set off one or two, and take this as a letter. ”

Fang Yingwu couldn't help but shake his head, what an irresponsible father, patted his ass and said to leave, what is the use of leaving such a piece of paper? He's just a fifteen-year-old boy, and if he is asked to act as an agent for the affairs of the long house, what can he do? Besides, Changfang doesn't have any affairs to act on now.

When he was slandering, he heard someone outside the house shouting, "Big brother! Do you want to go to social studies? ”

This voice should be that of Fang Yingyuan, the cousin of his uncle's family, who is two years younger than him, probably to ask him to go to school together. Fang Yingwu let go of his thoughts and answered, and left with his cousin, which seemed to be an instinct.

The mountainous area is narrow, which is not conducive to the settlement of large villages, and most of the scattered small villages and fields are distributed in gentle places. There is a river in the mountains, named Huaxi, which belongs to a small tributary of the Xin'an River in western Zhejiang, so it has the names of Shanghuaxi Village, Zhonghuaxi Village, and Xiahuaxi Village.

In fact, the three villages are very close to each other, but they cannot be gathered together due to the isolation of the terrain. Fang Yingwu's cousins are going to the social school located in Zhonghuaxi Village, and a declining temple is used as a social science house.

Since the age of eight, Fang Yingwu has been reading and writing here. In the past seven years, I have memorized a thousand characters with hundreds of family names, read four books and five classics, and learned to compare dualities or something, and I have also copied and written a few articles in Baguwen.

This social school belongs to the government's initiative, but it usually depends on the students' restraints and large donations to maintain, I heard that last year's number one sponsor was Wang Sheng Wang of Zhonghuaxi Village. Wang Dahu has two of the best, he is the richest person in these poor villages on both sides of Huaxi, and the most famous beauties on both sides of Huaxi were also born in his family.

Thinking of Wang Dahu's family, for some reason, Fang Yingwu's brain was a little painful, as if he was extremely unwilling to recall. Before Fang Yingwu could dig out any doorway, they had already walked to the door of social studies.

Just as he was about to step in, suddenly a social school handyman stretched out his hand to stop Fang Yingwu, and said with a little helplessness: "The teacher in the hall has spoken, from now on, you don't have to come." ”

Fang Yingwu was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously, "Why is this?" ”

The handyman explained: "It is now April, and you have not yet delivered your bundle this year, nor have you pleaded with your husband. The gentleman said that this was rude, and that it would be gracious to be polite, so you could not enter the lecture to listen to it. ”

Although Fang Yingwu was stopped, Fang Yingyuan entered the school unhindered. Seeing this, Fang Yingwu secretly thought, the bundle is the tuition, and the bundle between him and his cousin has always been sent by his uncle, could it be that this year, his uncle only gave his cousin's share, but he omitted his share?

I did it, I didn't know it, and I didn't know until I was stopped today, this is really a small action behind the scenes that favors one over the other and cuts off people's future!

Fang Yingwu suddenly felt a burst of fire. It is necessary to know that in today's advocating "everything is inferior, only reading is high", and if you can't study, you will never be able to go up, and then you can only go home to farm, and those who have capital can also do business. For him, a former top student, of course, he is unwilling.

It's useless to make a fuss here in social studies, Fang Yingwu turned around and went back the same way, and he should go to his uncle to theorize. After a short time, he followed his memory and returned to Shanghuaxi Village.

Outside the courtyard of his house, he saw a strong man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old flashing out of the door, coarse brown clothes, a hat on his head to shade the sun, and a rough face. For this person, relevant information naturally flashed out of Fang Yingwu's mind, his name was Fang Qingtian, a professional farmer, and he called his uncle

The uncle was at the gate of the yard with farm tools in his hand, and it seemed that he was about to go down to the field, when Fang Yingwu greeted him and asked, "Uncle broke off the gift of the little nephew, why didn't he tell the little nephew?" I don't know why I called my little nephew for a while. ”

Fang Qingtian had already prepared, and immediately replied: "I forgot to tell you about this matter, and when I think about it today, you have already gone to social studies." Seeing that you are growing up, and you are not very productive in studying, you should share your family's worries, so from now on, you will go to the field with me! ”

Do you really want to be a farmer and farm? Or do you want to force yourself to work hard in the fields? Fang Yingwu couldn't continue to question his uncle's careful thinking about preventing him from going to school but sending his own son over, and was taken aback first, as if he had heard something incredible.

In his previous life, as an honor student who relied on his grades to mix in the campus, although he was not able to open his mouth and clothes because of his orphan status, he also had a fine tradition of not being diligent and not distinguishing between grains and grains.

Pastoral labor facing the paddy fields with their backs to the sky? Sorry, I've only seen it on TV, but it was never an option for him in real life.

Speaking of which, the Fang family has a total of eight acres of land, all of which are ancestral family inheritance. Now the two brothers Fang Qingzhi and Fang Qingtian of the second room have not separated their families, so there is no detailed division of property rights, and they are only considered to be shared by the two families.

Fang Qingzhi of the long house has been learning to eat imperial grain in the county for the time being, and he does not have to rely on the fields to make a living, but the second room is a family of three plus Fang Yingwu, a total of four people, and their lives basically rely on these eight acres of land, plus some income from raising silkworms, and the son is very tight.

Seeing that his eldest nephew was an adult, Fang Qingtian made his own little abacus - the paddy fields in the south are not as good as those in the north, and they need to be cultivated carefully, and eight acres of land must be cultivated with two laborers. In the past, it was the couple who went to the field, but this year he hit the idea on his eldest nephew.

This eldest nephew Fang Yingwu is getting older, the older he gets, the more he can eat, what books do he need to read? He can already act as a laborer. If Fang Yingwu starts to sell two handfuls of his strength to farm, he will not need his family to go to the field to farm, he will be completely liberated to raise silkworms and reeling silk, make more money, and have a shackle left, which can be called the best of both worlds.

In extreme reluctance, Fang Yingwu was forcibly dragged down the hill by his uncle and came to the edge of a paddy field at the foot of the mountain, where several rows of seedlings had been planted.

At this time, his uncle gave him another handful of seedlings, and urged impatiently: "The farming time is very tight, you plant the seedlings here first, and I will go to another field." "The Fang family's eight acres of land were not concentrated in pieces, but divided into two shares.

"Then I" didn't want Sven to sweep the floor, Fang Yingwu was very unconvinced.

Fang Qingtian seemed to know what his nephew was going to say, his eyes widened, and he blocked his words back, half scolding and half threatening: "How many years have you been a lazy ghost, and you don't even have dinner if you are lazy!" ”

April is the busiest time for farmers in the prefecture, with the harvest of chunhuada and rice planting at the beginning of the month, and the planting of rice at the end of the month. In an era when agriculture is the key and people really starve to death, there is nothing more important than farming.

Sometimes, the magistrate even refused to accept all the people's litigation requests in April on the grounds that they could not delay the people's agricultural time, which is called the litigation period.

Fang Yingwu stood on the edge of the paddy field in a daze, holding a handful of seedlings in his hand, the bright April sun shone on the water surface sparkling, and the shadow reflected his handsome figure. But now his identity is no longer a top student of the Department of History of Zhejiang University, but a second-class senior citizen of the Ming Dynasty.

Yes, according to the order of scholars, peasants, industrialists, merchants, soldiers, craftsmen, stoves, and lowly citizens, the peasants are of course the second most highly regarded citizens on paper, if there is a concept of citizenship in these days.

If memory serves, his uncle asked him to complete the work of half an acre of land today, which is a very heavy labor. Fang Yingwu wiped his sweat in fear, feeling for the first time that the sun in April was so violent.

Half an acre may not seem like a big one, but it may take half an acre every day until the end of the agricultural season. Moreover, the farm work of rice planting is very hard and tiring, it will break the waist, it will also soak the feet, and there will be grasshoppers in the water, how can you endure this?

Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu raised his fist tightly clenching the seedlings, and couldn't help but let out a deafening strong voice of the times: "I'm not here to farm!" ”

This scene was written into "The History of the Ming Dynasty: The Biography of Fang Yingwu" - when Yingwu was a teenager, he stood on the edge of the field and said: How can my ambition be between the strange?

However, at this time, only a few passing neighbors happened to hear Fang Yingwu's strong voice of refusing to give in to fate, so they laughed and said, "What is Brother Qiu'er, what can you do if you don't want to farm?" Unless you follow your father's example and get into the show, but that's harder than farming! ”

Brother Qiu is Fang Yingwu's nickname, probably because he was born in autumn, so he has had a nickname for Brother Qiu since he was a child. Then another person laughed and said: "If you become a relative to the little lady of the Wang family in the neighboring village, you will have to eat and drink spicy food, and you will still use it as mud legs like us." It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

What a pity? With the little lady of the Wang family? As soon as he thought of this name, Fang Yingwu's head hurt again, or that subconscious was making trouble.

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