The sky was full of dark clouds, thunder roared, and showers of raindrops were like ten thousand arrows, from the deepest part of the sky, all the coldness accumulated and fell on this earthly land.

Since that day, the rain has not stopped.

Today, it's been a month.

Zhao Xuanqi walked out of the dormitory and stood on the corridor, his brows were like dark clouds, and he never got his way out.

His face was a little pale: "It's been a month, why has it been raining so heavily?" How good is that? ”

The heavy rain is continuous, and it doesn't have much impact on the modern people living in the modern city, and they still have to live.

However, for the people of the mountain villages in this ancient world, this is the catastrophe of destruction, and the natural disaster will deal the most ferocious blow to the poor people.

Recently, it is harvest time, and the fields are full of ripe crops, but under this heavy rain, I don't know how many crops will be destroyed.

These crops are all the investment of farmers throughout the year, the crops are destroyed, the harvest is gone, what should I eat in the following days? If there is no grain to sell, where will the money come from?

"The third uncle said that this year's harvest is very good, the crops in the field are growing luxuriantly, and you can sell more grain, so the study fee will not be a problem, and you can also send me more food to eat......

Zhao Xuanqi's nails pinched into the palm of his hand, silently looked at the sky and was not beautiful, and muttered to himself:

"God, in half a year, it will be the next imperial examination, won't you give me this time? Are you going to make it harder for me too? ”

He clasped his hands together and silently hoped that the rain would end soon.

Time passes slowly.

One day.

Ten days.

Half-moon.

More than half a month has passed.

Heavy rain continued.

I don't understand the customs of the world.

There is not a day in this half month that does not rain.

Finally, at the end of the month, Zhao Asan came to the academy.

The man looked comfortable, his messy hair was covered with rain, he stuffed the money bag into Zhao Xuanqi's hand, and held Zhao Xuanqi's hand tightly with both hands:

"Don't worry, these heavy rains can't help our people, we have already finished harvesting the grain, and we have already sold it for a good price, so this month's reading fee and food expenses for you are much more than usual, you can buy some delicious things to fill your stomach, but don't go hungry!"

The money paid in the academy is paid month by month, and the price is expensive, and if you can't pay for the study in a certain month, then people will be kicked out of the college.

At the same time, in the academy, you also need to pay for food, if you have money, you can choose to eat in the academy, if you don't eat in the academy, then you can also bring your own food.

Zhao Xuanqi had always brought his own food to eat before, eating the dry food cakes prepared in the village, not because they were delicious, but because he had no money.

"Third uncle, thank you."

"No thanks, it's all my own family, I have to go back to the village early, I'll see you first."

"Why don't you take a stroll around town?"

"No, I have to go back before dark, otherwise I will stay in the city inn, it will cost several copper plates, I don't want to waste this money..."

Uncle Zhao grinned, and he also said that let Zhao Xuanqi study with peace of mind, the village now has money, and he doesn't have to worry about reading expenses for the next half a year.

The man is gone.

Zhao Xuanqi stared at his somewhat stumbling back, wet linen clothes, and didn't say much.

Instead, he turned around and walked towards the bazaar.

Today's rain is relatively light, and it is also a day to go to the market, and many villagers will definitely take advantage of this day to come to the county town to trade, or sell or buy things.

He found a familiar stall owner, a villager from the next village, who looked sad.

He asked the villagers about the situation in the village.

The villager sighed and said: "Don't say it, the rain is too heavy, I finally took advantage of the rain to come to the city to sell my mother-in-law's dowry, so that I can raise some money to eat, this damn God!" ”

The man in his mid-middle years scolded: "The crops in my village have been destroyed... There is no harvest, and the same is true in Zhaojia Village, and it is difficult to eat in the surrounding villages now......"

Zhao Xuanqi was silent.

Harvest?

Bumper harvest?

Uncle Zhao really thought that he would believe his nonsense, and he was not a child, so he was so easy to fool.

It rains heavily, how can there be a good year.

Looking at it now, everyone is just pretending to be a good year just to let themselves study with peace of mind.

He returned to the gate of the academy almost in despair.

He stood on the steps of the academy, listening to the sound of reading in front of him, and only felt that his mood was like a dark cloud in the sky, it was too fucked up.

I finally succeeded in studying in the academy, and my grades were so good, it seemed that I could see the dawn of hope and usher in a new life.

However, this dawn was shattered, and at this moment it fell to the ground in pieces.

"If you want to blame God, you can't blame the people in the village, they have worked hard to send me to school."

He weighed the money bag in his palm, it was a little heavy, more than the usual money given in a month.

In Zhao Xuanqi's opinion, this is just a swollen face and a fat man.

I can't imagine how the villagers of Zhaojia Village saved these copper coins under this kind of natural disaster, when the crops in the field were destroyed and it was difficult to even eat.

There is no harvest in the village, where should the money come from next month? Does it come out of thin air?

Zhao Xuanqi held this bag of copper coins in his hand, and he understood that the month's reading fee in his hand should be the last month's reading fee that Zhao Sanshu and the others could come up with.

It is impossible to take out the extra money.

"It's useless to stay in the academy for an extra month, and the imperial examination will not be held until half a year later, so instead of wasting this month's money in the academy, it is better to leave directly."

"Give this money back to the villagers so that they can use it for the next half of the year."

Zhao Xuanqi hesitated for a long time.

It's impossible for me to ignore the lives of the villagers and stay in the academy with peace of mind, what's the use of staying for an extra month?

Thinking of Uncle Zhao's pretended to be okay today, he was both distressed and helpless.

In the end, it was decided to leave the college early.

Back to the village!

As for reading?

Big deal to come back later!

Who says you can't come back if you leave the academy?

He recalled Uncle Zhao's haggard face, and he couldn't bear to let him go back to collect money from the villagers, if he asked the villagers to collect money again, he might really starve to death!

Although very unwilling.

But it's the most sensible thing to do.

He returned to the dormitory, a huge dormitory, and he didn't know when the next time he would come back, so he packed up his miscellaneous things.

Two or three changes of clothes, already washed a little white.

Dry cakes made from half a bag of coarse grains are very hard and cracky, including unpalatable, and should be packed up and taken away.

There was also a small amount of paper, and a rudimentary brush.

All of this stuff has to be taken with you.

These tattered things may be worthless to the other students of the academy.

However, it was his only possession.

The world laughs at the beggar for begging with a broken bowl with a missing corner, but who knows that it is the only thing he can get his hands on?