Starting from a poor scholar

Northern Dynasties. Narcissus Village. A farmer's family was having a funeral, and many people in the village came to watch the fun. There were people inside and outside the house. "Aunt Zhao, it's been a day and a night It's time for the scholar to be buried. " After the old undertaker in the village finished speaking, he anxiously waited for Aunt Zhao's reply. Aunt Zhao cried even harder. She looked at the young man lying on the door panel again. This was her eldest son. How she hoped her son could survive. Inadvertently, she saw her son's fingers moving. She thought she had been dazzled, so she took a closer look. Now I can see clearly, my son’s hand He moved his fingers three times in succession. "Zhao Xian is not dead, he is alive." The woman shouted excitedly. Everyone was shocked and looked towards the door panel. The person who was lying upright on the door panel just now was not only moving his fingers, but also his eyes. "The scholar has faked his corpse." Everyone ran away, even the old man The undertakers all fled without a trace. At this time, Zhao Xian had a splitting headache. He had never experienced this kind of pain. It was at this time that he felt a large amount of memory information that did not belong to him pour into his mind. He finally realized that he had traveled through time. Immediately, Zhao Xian was helped up, helped to sit on a chair, and the door panel was quickly removedgo. After this information was received, it became his memory, very clear. Gradually, his head seemed to be less painful, and his frown gradually relaxed. He is thirty-eight years old and has two PhDs in mechanical materials. After years of hard work, he is already an executive of a listed company, with an annual salary of one million and a bright future, but heWhy did he time travel to this poor scholar? What happened? I had been working for many days in a row. I was too tired, so I lay down on my desk and took a nap. Could this be time travel? Zhao Xian looked around and saw that this was a brick house. In ancient times, someone who could live in a brick house must have a good family background. But there aren’t many things at home, except for oneSome ordinary tables and chairs, no decent furniture. He looked at the few people around him. They were all family members of the original body. They were weak and their clothes were shabby. Although there were still tears on their faces, they had been replaced by surprise. Standing next to her is a woman in her forties. Her mother, Li Chun'e, looks to be more than ten years old due to overwork. There were two young men and a little girl buns that I find hard to swallow are an important part of my family's food supply. "You guys can eat, I have no stomach mouth. " Zhao Xian handed the bowl to Zhao Xiaosheng. Li Chun'e sighed. She knew that the scholar's son did not know how to eat steamed buns. She would go out to borrow some white flour and make some pancakes later.standing next to him, who were the original's two younger brothers and younger sisters. The second brother Zhao Xiaosheng is twenty years old, the third brother Zhao Xiaoshan is sixteen years old, and the girl Zhao Lingling is only nine years old. Due to poor family conditions and lack of food and clothing, the younger siblings are all very thin, especially the younger sister Zhao Lingling, who looks only six or seven years old and is caused by malnutrition. Zhao Xian felt a sense of sadness in his heart. These situations were caused by his brother, a scholar. He is a time traveler and has inherited the body of the original owner, so they are a family, and he must do his part for this family. He was originally the only scholar in Shiliba Village. He is twenty-four years old this year. He passed the scholar examination when he was fourteen years old. In ancient times, he was already a genius. "Brother, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." The person who spoke was the second brother Zhao Xiaosheng. He brought out a bowl from the kitchen with several dark steamed buns in it. Zhao Xian was very interested in these steamed buns. He wanted to know what the ancients ate more than a thousand years ago. He picked up a steamed bun and looked at it carefully. He didn't know what the steamed bun was made of. There were rice bran and wild vegetables in it. He didn't know how it tasted. He broke off a small piece and put it in his mouth. Taste it. Wowotou has a bitter taste and is difficult to swallow. Is this what they usually eat? He looked at his mother and siblings, buns that I find hard to swallow are an important part of my family's food supply. "You guys can eat, I have no stomach mouth. " Zhao Xian handed the bowl to Zhao Xiaosheng. Li Chun'e sighed. She knew that the scholar's son did not know how to eat steamed buns. She would go out to borrow some white flour and make some pancakes later. The brothers and sisters picked up the steamed buns and ate them. It was no wonder that they had not eaten for a day. They wanted to eat a second one, but the bowl Already empty. "well" In her previous life, she was an executive with an annual salary of millions, and she was surrounded by beautiful women. As a single nobleman, he hasWhat’s the point of the struggle? Is there any way to come back? He began to think hard, unless he wanted to die now, but doing so was wrong and the cost was too high. Maybe he would be done with it once he tried. Zhao Xuan sighed and settled for what he had come. Face the reality. Let’s see if we can resolve the family considerations first. Mom, I'm going out for a walk. After saying that, I walked out the door. My family has long been accustomed to this. This is how Xiucai is. He rarely stays at home and is lukewarm to his family members. When talking to the people in the village, he always quoted his poems and quoted scriptures. Most people in the village could not read a word and had no idea what he was talking about. Seeing Zhao Xian going out, Li Chun'e sighed. He was the head of the family and had to maintain the family's livelihood. You go fetch water, Xiaoshan, you go chop wood, Lingling, you go find some wild vegetables and come back. It's mom, let's go to work now. When Zhao Xian walked out of the house, someone pointed at him. I heard that the scholar faked his corpse. It seems to be true. He is still walking around the village. What are you talking about? Those hoaxes are all nonsense, and you believe them. That day, Ma Yuan was celebrating his sixtieth birthday and asked the scholar to write a few pairs. When the scholar was happy, he drank a few more drinks. When he came home, he fell and fell unconscious. It took him a day and a night to wake up. Oh, that's the thing. I'm afraid this scholar's character can't be changed, and their family will suffer. is not that right? Last year, the scholar married his wife, but he didn't want such a good wife. It seems that he will be a bachelor in this life. It wasn't the scholar who repaired his wife, but it was his wife who couldn't stand his virtue, so she went back to her parents' home angrily, and she hasn't come back yet. For such a person, the family still treated him as a treasure, providing him with food and drink every day and never letting him work. They didn't even think about how Zhao Yougen died. You can't control other people's affairs. Zhao Yougen went up the mountain to collect medicine and fell to death. He didn't want to earn more money so that his son, a scholar, could gain fame. Yes, in order to obtain academic honors, their family borrowed a lot of foreign debt. Most of their fields were paid off, and there was only one eight-foot-long field left. How could they support the family? The land is gone, and the old house may not be saved either. Zhang Dahu has long been interested in the old house of the scholar's family. After Zhao Yougen died, the scholar borrowed 10 taels of silver from him and promised to repay the 20 taels of principal with interest in two years and used the old house as a mortgage. This was a rare thing in the village. There are too many brick and tile houses, and it seems that the big houses need to be regulated. How do you know this? The scholar's wife didn't seem to know about this. She probably didn't tell her from the scholar world in her previous life. When I was chatting with Zhang Dahu's wife two days ago, he mentioned this. Alas, this scholar is really evil. The entire family was harmed by him. The scholar is coming this way, let's break up. If we meet, he will ask Confucius to write a poem again. The people dispersed quickly, and Zhao Xian ignored them and walked slowly towards the entrance of the village.