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Strange to say, she often said that soon, some people in those families would get sick, and some even couldn't afford to get sick. From memory, I know that I heard a few cases in front of me.

For a long time, no one in the surrounding villages dared to disobey Mrs. Guo's intentions, and they would obediently send the money whenever the time came. A few days ago, Mrs. Guo came to Changjiawan to collect money, and the original owner of this body somehow had a hot brain and scolded Mrs. Guo. As a result, he caused a scourge, and then fell seriously ill in bed until he possessed himself.

It's really stupid to read, Chang Jin can't help but despise the original "self" in his heart. When a person is in a weak position, there is no need to set up a strong enemy for himself for no reason.

If you don't have the ability to solve the problem but get into trouble, it is not called speaking up, but being stunned.

Thinking about things in his heart, Chang Jin walked slowly to the entrance of the village.

Changjiagou is at the foot of the mountain, and there are continuous green mountains not far away. Unlike the earth in later generations, the deep mountains and old forests of this world have not yet been opened, and there are many jackals, tigers and leopards in it. In Chang Jin's memory, the tiger entered the village at night to transfer pigs and sheep. Because of this, almost every family in the village has a dog.

Once a fierce beast enters the village, every household barks at a dog, which is extremely spectacular.

Knowing the danger in the mountains, Chang Jin did not rush in. He is now a powerless scholar, if he really encounters jackals, tigers and leopards and is eaten, then it is called wrong.

In the early spring, everywhere is desolate, and there is no scenery to see except for the shallow grass under your feet.

He walked around the edge of the village, turned around and walked towards his home. Just these few steps, Chang Jin was a little out of breath. On the one hand, he usually lacks exercise, and on the other hand, because he has just recovered from a serious illness and lacks yang energy.

When I got home, my sister just came out of the kitchen with a big porcelain bowl: "Brother, you came back just in time, I made you a bowl of wild vegetable egg custard, you should drink it while it's hot, right?"

In the big bowl are two snow-white and golden eggs, plus a few pieces of green onions, golden sesame oil...... The smell alone makes you hungry. This is an authentic native egg, with extremely high nutritional value, unlike the chicken eggs laid by those fed hens in the previous life, and the taste is not right in the mouth.

Chang Jin stretched out his hand to take it and was about to put it to his mouth, but now his sister was looking at the door and quietly licked his lips.

He immediately understood that this was specially made for himself by Xiaomei. As for herself, she was reluctant to eat at all. Usually they have eggs at home, so they accumulate them and sell them in the town.

Seeing his sister's greedy gaze and sallow face, Chang Jin felt a little heartache. Xiao Xiao is just fourteen or fifteen years old, and he hasn't been in high school on the earth in his previous life. Those girls have endless snacks, endless comics, and endless clothes.

And my sister, at such a young age, picked up the burden of life, and "myself" studied in a mess, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, she didn't dare to face the reality at all, and wanted to gain fame.

Bastard, "self" owes too much! Although these things were done by the previous body, since they inherited this body, they have to bear all the things they had before.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm not hungry, can you eat it yourself?" Chang Jin pushed the bowl back with hunger.

"Big brother, I don't eat it, I specially gave you a body supplement" Xiao sensibly shook his head.

Seeing that his sister never accepted the dishes and chopsticks, Chang Jin reluctantly said: "Let's have half of us, how about I just try a little craft......"

My sister's craftsmanship is very good, and the egg custard tastes fragrant and delicious. After drinking half a bowl, his stomach finally settled a little, and Chang Jin sat back in front of the window and flipped through the books.

"When the country will prosper, there will be auspiciousness, and when the country will die, there will be demons." He read two pages, then closed the book, and sighed softly in his heart: "This was originally said by Dai Sheng of the Western Han Dynasty in the "Book of Rites and the Mean", but now it has been replaced by another person, it seems that I have indeed traveled to a world different from the earth. But that's a good thing to say, and it's a fitting description of the current situation. Nowadays, Confucianism is not thriving, and the evil demons are haunting the outside world, which is indeed a sign of the destruction of the country. ”

"However, Confucianism is not flourishing, but it is a problem itself and cannot adapt to the changes of the world, so it is declining!!" As a latecomer, Chang Jin can look at the facts from an objective perspective, unlike those Confucian scholars in the Dayan Dynasty, who shouted all day long "Depose the hundred schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone".

In this world, the Tao is manifested, and people worship divine power and force. If it weren't for Confucianism and some ways of the world, I'm afraid it would have been abandoned by the rulers.

This is the general trend of the world, but it is a pity that the original Chang Jin did not see this at all, and blindly stayed in the study and studied hard, with the title of the gold list in the future.

He didn't plan to read like this anymore, so he sat quietly at his desk and thought about the time of incense, and then picked up the brush on the shelf. Then he poured some water into the inkstone and slowly grinded it with an ink strip.

Lap and lap...... If you want the ink to be evenly viscous, you can't be sloppy with the ink. In his previous life, Chang Jin worked hard for his life, how could he have the heart to practice calligraphy, let alone have the opportunity to study ink.

Now, as the ink strips slid around the inkstone, he became calm.

Finally, take a deep breath, lift the brush and dip it in ink, and when you move your wrist, three big characters are clearly printed on the paper: What is Confucianism?

This is the confusion in Chang Jin's heart just now, after writing the three words, Chang Jin almost didn't stay, and then wrote on the paper: Confucianism, self-cultivation, Qi family, governing the country, and leveling the world.

It can establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations.

These words are very famous in Huaxia on the earth, and almost everyone knows it. But looking at these sentences now, Chang Jin smiled dumbly. I can't even fill my stomach, how can I level the world, and why do I continue to learn from the saints?

Thinking of this, he waved his brush and erased the first few words. He also wrote later: If you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world.

After writing a few words, Chang Jin suddenly realized that these words seemed to be much more vivid than in his memory, and they were no longer so rigid.

What surprised him even more was that a brush appeared in his mind. The black purple pen barrel is carved with a few plum blossoms on it, and the end of the pen is bright and shiny, with a few traces of jade.

How did this thing follow itself through and run into the mind?

Chang Jin didn't know how to describe this incident, when he was bored after work, he simply wandered around the antique market, and appeared from the stall in a speechless way. Chang Jin saw the curiosity, so he paid for it.

I just walked out of the antique market, but I was in a car accident.

He closed his eyes and pondered the brush in his head, but he didn't make a name for himself after looking at it for nearly half an hour.

Helpless, Chang Jin re-lifted the brush in his hand. When I started writing, I saw that the brush in my mind moved with it, flashing with a few white mist.

When he put down the pen, Chang Jin only felt that there was a breath in his chest rushing back, and finally put it into the pen. He waved his wrist again and again, and the brush danced on the paper, and in a moment he wrote a large sheet.

Looking at the brush in his mind, he remembered an allusion in Chinese history.

When Jiang Yan, a writer of the Southern Dynasty, was deposed by the powerful to Pucheng as a county magistrate, he walked on the outskirts of Pucheng one day and rested on a hill. In his sleep, he saw that the man of God gave him a shining colorful magic pen, and since then his thoughts have been surging, and he has become a generation of writers, and people at that time called him "dream pen flowers".

Later, the magic pen flew away, and the river was no longer literary.

Moved, Chang Jin took a deep breath and waved again.

In one breath, a few big characters jumped on the paper: The hall is full of three thousand drunken guests, and one sword is cold in fourteen states!

It seems that it is really the work of this magic pen in the head, but I don't know why it appears in my body. Blessing or curse...... Hey, at this moment, the white smoke shrouded in the magic pen changed, and there was a wisp of red, like a lit incense candle, rising in a curling way, condensing but not dissipating.

Without waiting for Chang Jin to look down, Xiaoxiao came in quietly, still holding a bowl in his hand: "Big brother, are you thirsty, I poured you some water." ”

"Oh, thanks. Chang Jin stretched out his hand to take it.

"My own family, what is there to thank for. "The first time I saw my brother so polite, Chang Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed. This time, after my brother got well from his illness, he always gave people a weird feeling.

When she turned her head and saw the handwriting on the white paper, she praised it: "Big brother, your handwriting is so good!"

"What's so good?" Chang Jin quipped, knowing from memory that the little sister was illiterate.

"Anyway, it's good, I can't say how good it is, I just feel it, this word is so powerful!" Chang Xiaoxiao said again.

Listening to what his sister said, Chang Jin keenly felt that the brush in his mind hid a lot of secrets, and it might make a big difference in his life. It's a pity that he still doesn't enter the door now, and can only wait for the future to slow down.

"Little sister, when are we going to eat?" Chang Jin drank a few sips of water and felt even hungrier. It's almost time to make lunch at home.

"It's still early in the dark, what kind of food?" I didn't think I asked with a strange expression on my little face.

"What, ...... at night" Chang Jin suddenly recalled. It's early spring, there's not much work in the fields, and most of the people in the village eat two meals a day, and only when the farming season is busy will it become three meals a day.

The bowl of egg soup just now should be the lunch that my sister made for herself.

At this time, her stomach was grunting with hunger, Chang Jin really couldn't continue to read and practice calligraphy, so she had to stop her and ask, "Xiaoxiao, is there anything to eat at home?"

"No, I'll make it for you if you want to eat it?"

"Forget it" Chang Jin really didn't want to trouble his sister, so he could only find something else to distract him: "What are you going to do in the afternoon?"

"Our family has run out of food, so I plan to go to the village to dig wild vegetables and eat them at night. ”

"I'll go with you," Chang Jin said, standing up. Now that my stomach is empty, I don't have the heart to read at all, so it's better to go out and get acquainted with the surrounding environment.