The sky was overcast, just like the mood of those who were waiting for the autumn rice harvest.

In another 20 days, the rice can be harvested, dried, and put into storage, but God is not beautiful, if a heavy rain falls, the loss will definitely increase.

The weather did not change according to people's wishes, and the thunder kept ringing, and it seemed to collapse the house.

In Xiaqiu Village, Huangchi Town, Xuancheng, Ningguo Prefecture, the villagers looked at the lightning outside one after another through the paper window at night, listening to the thunder one after another, and their eyes were full of sadness.

"Mother, will Brother Han be scared in the mountains? What if such a big thunder splits him? ”

One is a teenage girl lying on her bed, talking to her mother worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, the temple on the mountain is blessed by the mountain god, and the mountain god blesses...... Alas! A woman's voice rang out.

"I'll go see it tomorrow morning, mother, remember to boil an egg." The girl was still worried.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow. Knowing this, Han Han should have been allowed to live in the ancestral hall, and he had to go to the temple on the mountain. The woman's voice rose again.

"Hmmm! It must be fine. The girl muttered and rolled over.

Someone in the whole village said that everyone was worried about Han Han.

Han Han is a fool, a fool invited by the village twelve years ago, when the war was raging, he saw a child from somewhere else, and he was stupid, he couldn't speak at the age of two, and he laughed at everyone he saw.

Such a child thinks it is good in the village, please come and be a village watchman.

According to the rules handed down from the ancestors, there must be a village keeper in the village, who must be stupid and simple, and who must be raised well until death, and then find someone who is similar.

The rule says: If there are no people in the village, there will be trouble.

The original surnames of the people in the village were more than ten, mainly the surname Zhu, and then affected by the victory or defeat of the war, the other surnames all followed the surname Zhu.

There are one hundred and forty-one households in the village, five hundred and fifty mouths, plus five hundred and fifty-one mouths of Zhu Hanhan.

You don't want to be called fools, village guards! It's not good to say that you are a fool, and you call it Hanhan.

After raising it for twelve years, the villagers will give Hanhan a copy when they make good food, and on weekdays, it is the mayor's family who provides things.

Usually, Han Han will arrange to live in which house or ancestral hall, accompanied by someone in the ancestral hall, occasionally Han Han will go to the mountain temple, everyone worships, and the things left are what Han Han eats.

Today's day is unfortunate, various factors add up, Han Han is not in the ancestral hall, let alone living in the chief's house, the villagers can't help but worry.

The lightning was accompanied by the rumbling thunder, and everyone in the village was worried about the villagers.

"No, I'll have to take a look." The lieutenant got up from the collapse, lit the oil lamp with flint, and went to the outhouse to take out the oil-paper lantern.

As soon as he moved, the door of the other room opened, and a young man rubbed his eyes: "Dad, I'll go with you." ”

"Go, put on your clothes, go outside, and see if your third uncle's house is asleep? Didn't sleep and called him. The lieutenant nodded.

The two of them came out and looked at other people's homes. As a result, the people who couldn't sleep followed them to the mountain temple.

Their thoughts are the same, the village guards can't have an accident, don't say it's a human being! Even if it is a dog, it will be raised for 12 years.

***

The thunder and lightning continued, and an everlasting lamp was placed in front of the shrine.

Zhu Wentian, who had a dream, opened his eyes and looked at the environment blankly.

"Where is this? I thought I was hanging, but I was still alive, what is around me, temple? Looking like, it's not a temple, it's definitely not, it's not a view, the layout is different, then I'm ......"

Zhu Wentian muttered, but he was not worried at all, with a smile on his face, and he looked happy.

He was the descendant of a supposedly cursed family, none of whom lived past the age of thirty.

The people in the family are all awesome, such as him, who never forgets ten lines at a glance.

His father, his father, had six PhDs.

The point is fuck, and the same goes for the fucking family, which has seven PhDs.

And then his dad and mom weren't convinced! We are so powerful, why should we die early? Let's put the two together!

So he was born, and when he was seven years old, his father and mother hung up very abruptly, and he never woke up after falling asleep, leaving him with many possessions.

He's just as awesome, with a bunch of PhDs, a lot of houses in his family, including a store room or something, and a private laboratory.

He wants to enjoy a short life, and the people in the officialdom are regular visitors, and the main purpose is to ask him for money and let him open a new company to increase the employment rate.

And his main occupation is the librarian who runs his own business, and he reads and plays every day.

Every day, I look for all kinds of books on the Internet, such as science magazines, county chronicles, etc., and I buy them and put them in the library.

Some people enjoy women, this woman today, that woman tomorrow.

He is willing to read, especially when he sees someone entering his library looking for a book and can't find it.

Cool is daily, and wait for the moment to hang up, no regrets in life.

turned out to be really hanging, less than thirty years old, the only thing to be thankful for is that I have already arranged the assets after I want to hang up.

Billions of assets have all gone into their own funds, and it doesn't matter if the follow-up professional managers can keep it, anyway, the mind is there.

"I hung up, and then I lived again, doesn't that mean? Is it the interstellar age? It doesn't look like it, it's a bit primitive. ”

Zhu Wentian observed his environment through the clicking lightning and oil lamp, and he was not afraid at all.

At the same time, he also has some memories in his mind, which are very simple, someone gives him food, runs around, and then grows up and has the strength to help with the work.

"What year is this? Why do you want to pull the plow in your memory? Cow wow? Is it to eat, have fun, and play with the kids?

Your life is over, I have taken your body, I want to say, you are really enviable in this life!

The whole village is kind to you, even when you come to plow the land as a cow, you laugh. ”

Zhu Wentian muttered and looked at the surrounding environment, and then picked up the glutinous rice cake offered by others, took a bite, and it was sweet.

"Fool, how do fools get along with others? Ah! ”

Zhu Wentian, who had eaten a glutinous rice cake, looked at the rain curtain in the lightning and had a sad face.

He knew that he needed to use this body to continue to live, so how should the character be arranged?

"Hanhan, Hanhan, Hanhan, are you there?" When Zhu Wentian was thinking hard, a group of people shouted outside.

He hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath: "Hey, hey, hey......"

"Hanhan is alive, great, hurry, see how he is." Outside, there was another cheerful-sounding voice.

After a while, a group of people ran to the gate of the mountain temple, and the lieutenant chief stepped over the threshold first, and carefully looked at the village keeper with the lamp: "Hanhan? ”

"Hey, hey!" Zhu Wentian accepted his fate.

The lieutenant got closer, touched Zhu Wentian's head with his free hand, and shouted: "I haven't been struck by lightning, I'm not stupid, I know that I don't run out when it rains and thunders." ”

Zhu Wentian: "......"

"Okay, okay!" The others cheered and squeezed in, wanting to see for themselves.

People who can't squeeze in wait for others to see it, change positions, and someone runs to adjust the ever-bright lamp to see how much lamp oil is left.

"Hanhan, go, come home with me." The lieutenant put the hat on Zhu Wentian's head and began to take off his clothes.

"Use mine, captain, use mine." The villagers scrambled to give Zhu Wentian the clothes.

The lieutenant chief had already taken off his coat and dressed Zhu Wentian again: "Let's go, just as the clothes need to be washed." ”

"Dad, I'll bring the offerings back to Hanhan." The eldest son put glutinous rice cakes in his pocket.

With the lightning and thunder, the group returned to the village, and their faces showed joy.

Zhu Wentian, who followed the team, originally considered leaving the village and living in a different place, but it was difficult for a fool to maintain.

Seeing everyone worried and happy for him alone at this moment, he found that he could not convince himself.

He saw the clothes and dresses of the people, compared with the knowledge he had learned, it should belong to ancient times, and he added the title of 'Li Chang', so ...... Ming dynasty?

What year was the Ming Dynasty? Fighting a war? Where are you located?

After thinking all the way, when I reached the range of someone's house, the people in the team shouted 'Hanhan was not struck by lightning, I want to go home with the chief' to reassure others.

The lights in the house went out one after another with shouting, and it was clear that the villagers were all waiting for news.

"Hey, hey, hey......" When Zhu Wentian kept his character, he tried hard not to let his tears fall.

In the past, he had no shortage of friends, too much money, and was surrounded by good people, as for who really cared about him......

It's different now, it's obviously a fool, but the whole village remembers it.

When Zhu Wentian came to the largest courtyard in the village, the mayor's family was busy again, rushing ginger syrup.

***

The next morning, the sun was shining.

Zhu Wentian found the thatched house of the Li Chang's family according to his 'memory', solved the physiological problem, and threw away a handful of hay, which was much better than bamboo chips and sticks.

"Hanhan, eat eggs, everyone wants to give you something to eat, I'll leave you two eggs."

Li Chang smiled and put the two boiled eggs in front of Zhu Wentian, obviously the eggs didn't need someone else's help to peel them.

Zhu Wentian looked at what other people were eating, thick rice porridge, pickles, gone.

He thought and thought, and finally, "Hey, hey, eat." ”

He peeled the eggs, took small bites, tasted them carefully, they were so fragrant, he had never eaten such delicious eggs since he was a child.

After eating a meal, the chief touched Zhu Wentian's head: "Let's go play, harvest rice in a few days, and then find you to work." ”

"Job, hey! Get to work! Zhu Wentian jumped out.

Last night's rain was heavy, and now the roads in the village are muddy, and small puddles are one after another.

According to his memory, Zhu Wentian came to his favorite place to stay, under a big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

In his memory, he loved to sit on the millstone under the tree, watch the villagers passing by, and he would go over to help when someone was carrying something.

If someone grinds noodles, he will be very happy and grind.

Or some friends in the village are looking for him to play, or they call him to eat.

"The village doesn't seem to be very wealthy, so what's the point? As far as the eye could see, there were only two small hills, and the other plains, and behind the trees was a small river, so how could I ask for useful information? ”

Zhu Wentian sat on the grinding plate, swaying his legs and continuing to worry.

There was movement in the river behind him, and he turned his head to see the ripples of the water rippling in irregular circles on the surface of the river.

Immediately after that, the two fish jumped out, 'poof', and the ripples continued to ripple.

"Shall I catch some fish to eat?" Zhu Wentian jumped off the grinding disc and began to look for tools.