Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

The fruit we brought was peaches, which were round and plump and looked good, but were difficult to eat as we had to peel them ourselves.

After the three of them gathered together for lunch, they began to peel peaches to eat. Seeing this, Yang Yuanzu went to the well in the yard to fetch a bucket of well water to bring back, to use for washing peaches and hands later.

At this time, the small peasant official who had just finished his meal outside came back and saw Yang Yuanzu fetching water. He hurried forward and eagerly helped.

Yang Yuanzu asked the small peasant official to help draw water from the well. Yang Yuanzu poured the water into a wooden basin and brought the water back.

When the small farming official came back, he saw the arithmetic official and Luo Mingshi happily dividing peaches. He couldn't help but think that these people's behavior was really rare in the palace. These three people happened to be the highest-ranking people in the palace and went out to work and fetch water.

The Small Farmer Official looked at the Arithmetic Official again without any expression. No wonder he had not moved up in the position of Arithmetic Official for so many years. Unlike him, he was good at speaking and reading expressions, and was promoted from a runner in the Agriculture Bureau to a Small Farmer Official in just one year.

Although they were both errand runners in the Agricultural Department, their natures were different. Of course, their salaries were also different. The salary of a small agricultural official was three taels of silver higher than that of an errand runner!

And how did that young doctor from the Imperial Hospital get to their Agricultural Company? He was chatting and laughing with them as if they were his own home.

Yang Yuanzu was unaware of the complicated psychological activities of the small peasant official next to him. He only knew that when he was crossing the threshold, he was pulled by the small peasant official. After he stood firmly, he found that the water in his hand had spilled onto the desk at the workstation at the door.

The small farmer was so scared that he apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Yang Nongshi, I didn't mean it!" Then he pointed to the stone on the ground and explained, "There was a stone on the ground and I accidentally stepped on it!"

Yang Yuanzu looked at the stones on the ground and said comfortingly: "It's okay, just pay more attention when you walk next time."

Seeing that Yang Yuanzu did not blame him, the small peasant official expressed his gratitude repeatedly.

The workstation at the door belonged to Li Nongshi, and some water had sprinkled on the books and pamphlets on the desk.

Seeing this, the arithmetic officer Luo Mingshi stepped forward to help. He carefully took the basin of water from Yang Yuanzu's hand, and Luo Mingshi brought a cotton handkerchief that was highly absorbent.

They put the handkerchief on the book to absorb the water stains on it. After the water stains on the cover of the book were dried, the two of them moved the book to the sun to dry. Seeing this, the small farm official hurried forward to help lift the table.

Fortunately, the sun is very strong today, and Yang Yuanzu estimates that the books will have dried by the time Li Rui returns.

The small peasant official kicked the stone that tripped him a few times and kicked it to the side of the road, saying, "It was this broken stone that caused me to fall."

When the young agricultural official fell, he subconsciously reached for something next to him, and it happened that Yang Yuanzu was right next to him. Fortunately, Yang Yuanzu was steady and only spilled some water. If the whole basin of water had been poured out, there would have been no place for them to stand this afternoon in the agricultural company.

Yang Yuanzu flipped through the book that belonged to Li Nongshi and saw that the calligraphy on the first few pages was a little smudged but the impact was not serious and the handwriting was clearly visible. Everyone came over to take a look and they were relieved to see that the contents of the book were not destroyed.

Yang Yuanzu called everyone into the room to eat fruit. The sun outside was scorching, and he felt his clothes were burning after only a short while in the sun.

The small peasant official was also taken by Yang Yuanzu and his friends to eat fruit.

When Li Nongshi went to the pavilion to rest today, he found that the space was occupied by someone else, so he planned to go back to the Nongsi to rest.

When he came back, he saw a table full of books drying in the yard and was still sighing, thinking that one of his colleagues must have accidentally spilled water on his seat while drinking. As a result, when he entered the room, he found that his seat was empty except for a chair to lean on.

A few people gathered in the corner and were sharing peaches. When they saw him come back, they all looked at him.

Yang Yuanzu first broke the silence, coughed a few times to clear his throat, and then told what happened at noon.

Li Nongshi then realized that the books that were being dried in the sun were his books. He walked out and checked the contents. After finding that there was no damage, he felt relieved and went back into the house.

Yang Yuanzu then enthusiastically invited him to eat peaches, and introduced them as if he was advertising, saying that the peaches were picked this morning and were big, sweet and fresh.

Li Nongshi took a look at the peaches. They looked good and should be delicious.

Moreover, he had just finished his meal, so it was feasible for him to eat a bite of fruit to help relieve the greasiness. Besides, he seemed a little lonely sitting alone in his seat, so he chose to join the fruit camp.

After lunch break, everyone helped Li Nongshi carry the desk in, and then each group returned to their positions to work, while Luo Mingshi ran to the Imperial Hospital under the scorching sun.

In the afternoon, when everyone was either drowsy or writing furiously, the head of the farm ran in and asked everyone if they had seen a stone. Everyone was confused.

The head of the farm walked around the room, and Yang Yuanzu suddenly remembered that a stone had tripped the young farm official outside the door at noon, so he asked the young farm official to go out and see if the stone was still there.

The stone was kicked into a hidden place by the small peasant official. He naturally knew the exact location and found the stone back in a short while.

The head of the farm held the recovered stone in his hands and said happily that he wanted to thank the small farm official. The small farm official did not dare to take credit for it and mentioned Yang Yuanzu.

Yang Yuanzu said that it was not a big deal and it was just a small favor, but he didn't know why the ordinary stone farmer looked at him like that.

Mr. Nong explained to everyone that the stone was given to him by his former classmate. At the crossroads where they were going their separate ways, that friend picked a stone and gave it to Mr. Nong as a souvenir.

The two people have never seen each other since they separated. Recently, Mr. Nong learned that his friend had passed away due to illness, so he took out the stone again to commemorate him, but he accidentally lost the stone.

Scholars in the Da Ning Dynasty valued the friendship between classmates, the common people valued the friendship between fellow townsmen, and the same clansmen valued blood ties.

Different from the fast-paced life, people here pay more attention to the connection with the people around them. When there is a happy event at home, they like to invite people around to visit. Even when they bring a cat home, they will perform the cat-engaging etiquette and invite the neighbors to watch the ceremony.

Mr. Nong held the stone in his hands and placed it in a wooden box on his desk with great care. He also wrapped the stone in a handkerchief. Yang Yuanzu thought that the stone should be the only connection between him and his good friend.

Yang Yuanzu recalled carefully that when he left Shenghua Academy, he also gave gifts to his familiar classmates. The gifts he gave away were all inkstones that he had carefully collected. Although those inkstones were not made of precious materials, their craftsmanship and appearance were unique.

His classmates also gave him souvenirs, such as books, porcelain cups, wolf-hair oil lamps, etc.