"Ah Xuan, it's time to get up!"

Opening his eyes in a daze, Yang Xuan found that in front of him was a middle-aged woman wearing coarse linen clothes and buns.

The middle-aged woman is in her forties, her skin is fair, and her small melon seed face can vaguely see that she was a beauty when she was young, but the traces of time on her face are very heavy, and her beautiful phoenix eyes are full of love and tolerance for herself.

"Mother?"

Yang Xuan rubbed his eyes and found that the middle-aged woman in front of him seemed to be ...... It seems to be his own mother.

"Ah Xuan, it's all three poles a day, your father has already gone out to fish, why haven't you woken up yet?" The middle-aged woman chuckled and urged, "Mother has already cooked the meal, you can go to the stove and get it." ”

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she walked out of the house.

"Here, it seems to be ......" Looking at the simple thatched house where he was, Yang Xuan got out of bed and picked up a sackcloth with a few patches, and scratched the back of his head, "My home." ”

In Yang Xuan's mind, he seemed to have many dreams.

In those dreams, he was a general with a million soldiers in his chest, and he was also an emperor above 10,000 people, and he graduated like an ordinary college student in his previous life on the earth, went to graduate school, looked for a job, and spent his life in an ordinary way......

And one of the most impressive dreams for him was that when he was fifteen years old, he was captured by the Feather God Dynasty to sacrifice, and escaped from death to a world called "Flood Wilderness", and a big monkey worshipped a master called "Bodhi Patriarch" as a teacher, and after practicing for decades, he became an immortal and became an immortal.

"I thought I could go back to Earth." Yang Xuan put on the sackcloth with some disappointment, and after washing up, he went out and went straight to the stove room.

On the stove is the nest head and porridge made by Yang's mother who got up early in the morning, because she was busy harvesting crops in the field yesterday, and Yang Xuan was tired all day. Yang's father and Yang's mother doted on the child and didn't call him, and wanted him to sleep more, so they put the cooked rice on the stove and warmed it, waiting for Yang Xuan to get up in the morning to eat.

After eating breakfast in three or five times, Yang Xuan went out hunting with a bow and arrows on his back and a big iron spear.

In the off-season, Yang Xuan and his father often go out to hunt and fish to supplement their family's income.

"Brother, be careful when you go out later."

As soon as he went out, Yang Xuan heard a delicate voice.

Yang Xuan turned his head to look, and saw a pair of men and women standing in front of his neighbor's house, talking and laughing.

The man, like himself, is in his early twenties, and although he is a little poorly dressed, he is sunny and handsome.

The girl looked to be about ten years old, dressed in a pale blue coarse cloth dress, with a pair of pigtails and dark jewel-like eyes. Although it is not the appearance of the country and the city, it is also beautiful and lovely.

"Nannan, when my brother comes back, I'll go to the market to buy you jewelry, okay?" The man wiped the girl's forehead and said with a doting expression.

"Well, yes," the girl nodded with a smile, but a pair of small hands still tugged at the man's sleeves.

"Ye Feng, are you also going hunting?" Yang Xuan came over, saw Ye Feng with a bow and arrow on his back, and a machete in his hand, and asked.

"Ah Xuan, you want to go too? It just so happens that the two of us are together. Ye Feng saw that the person who came was his own hair, so he hurriedly proposed.

"Well, let's go." Yang Xuan nodded, and walked out of the village with Yang Xuan.

However, the girl had been following their buttocks, and when they arrived at the entrance of the village, she stopped, waved at Ye Feng and Yang Xuan and shouted, "Brother, Brother Xuan, come back early." ”

......

In the babbling stream, a deer ran leisurely from the woods, bowing its head and drinking.

Suddenly, two figures jumped out of the grass on the side, raised the bow and arrow in their hand, released the bowstring, and the feather arrow flew out.

"Whoosh"

Two feathered arrows pierced the deer's neck, and the deer fell to the ground and could not get up again.

"Shot!"

Yang Xuan and Ye Feng ran up excitedly, looking at the deer that fell to the ground and was still twitching, their eyes suddenly lit up.

"My sister's jewelry has fallen." Ye Feng was happy in his heart at the moment.

This deer can be full of treasures, shaved off the skin and internal organs, the net weight is also a full hundred catties, not only the venison can be cut down to eat or sell for money, those deer skins, deer antlers, deer bones, deer tendons can also be sold for money.

Yang Xuan estimated in his heart, this time they could each get seven or eight taels of silver.

In a good mood, the two lifted the deer and strode towards the village singing mountain songs.

In the evening, when the two of them were about to walk to the entrance of the village, they saw a young girl still guarding the entrance of the village with a worried face.

"Brother!" When the girl saw someone, she hurriedly lifted her dress, ran to Ye Feng happily, and held his arm.

When Ye Feng saw the girl, he also showed a warm smile on his face, and said, "Brother, I will go to the market tomorrow to buy you jewelry." ”

"Hmm" The girl took Ye Feng's arm, and her face bloomed with joy.

"Brother and sister have a deep relationship."

Yang Xuan, who was a light bulb on the side, always felt that he had eaten a handful of dog food inexplicably......

Yang Xuan, who has experienced countless lives in his dreams, is not satisfied with this kind of "facing the loess and turning his back to the sky".

Relying on the "cultural foundation" accumulated in his dreams, Yang Xuan set up a private school in the village, specializing in accepting children from his village and several nearby villages to read and write.

Yang Xuan's private school fees are not high, and it is only about ten taels of silver all year round, but it is much better than working in the fields all day.

In the fourth year, Yang Xuanhuai carried the money he had saved over the years, and despite the opposition of his family, he decided to go to a small city hundreds of miles away.

Yang Xuan's luck was good, not long after he came to the city, he bought a small wine shop from an old man who had no children and no daughters at a very low price.

In this wine shop, Yang Xuan, as the shopkeeper, the cook and the second child, is busy all day long and starts his "new" life.

With the cooking skills, winemaking skills and management methods he learned in his dream life, this small wine shop is quite prosperous under the management of Yang Xuan.

Slowly, the business of the small wine shop became bigger and bigger, and Yang Xuan simply brought his parents from the village to help, and even Ye Feng, who had been playing since he was a child, called over to help......

On a snowy winter day, the cold wind blows fiercely, and the streets are sparsely populated, silent and deserted.

Yang Xuan saw that there was no business in the wine shop, so he closed early and went back to the house to roast the fire.

The sound of sparks exploding in the furnace corresponds to the cold wind whirring outside the window. Yang Xuan sat by the stove in a daze, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ah Xuan!"

"Mother, what's the matter?" Yang Xuan came back to his senses and looked at the middle-aged woman who was sitting next to him and roasting the fire with him.

"You have also saved some family business over the years, and your father and I can finally enjoy the blessings," the middle-aged woman straightened the cotton clothes on her body, and said with emotion, "Back then, you insisted on going your own way, and you had to take your wife to the city to make a living, but you made me and your father very angry." Now it seems, it's really ....."

"Mother, don't worry, you can enjoy peace of mind with your father in the future." Yang Xuan smiled with a smile on his face, "I will definitely make your second elder comfortable." ”

"Alas, it's good that you have this heart," the middle-aged woman sighed softly, with a hint of grief in her tone, "But the mother always feels that there are knots in her heart." ”

"Mother, if you have anything to do, the child must do his best to do it well." Yang Xuan patted his chest and swore solemnly.

"When are you going to let your mother hold your grandson?"