The Nexus of Time and Space in Marvel

Fourth brother is sick, very sick.

In this day and age, a small cold can kill someone, let alone a high fever of 40 degrees.

From that day on, the fourth brother was grounded at home and did not leave the house for a whole month. He could only breathe fresh air through the dim window.

A month later, Wang Fang wanted to visit him, but he was kicked out. His second uncle looked at him like an enemy.

Don't blame him, it's understandable.

That was his only hope, the only child who could take care of him until he died.

After a disease, the entire second room seemed to have aged ten years, except for the stupid second brother, who was still giggling all day long.

The mother is back. The child of the eldest member of the Zhang family is already two years old and no longer needs her breastfeeding and care.

From then on, my mother went out looking for work like crazy. She went to the county town twice and the prefectural city once, but the results were not good.

One is that she is getting older and is no longer as charming as she used to be, and the other is that she has two children and cannot go out to work for a long time.

Over the past month, Wang Fang has carefully thought about his way out and found that this era is no different from future generations.

They say the same words, do the same things, and eat the same food. Everyone is working hard to live for tomorrow's meal and for their own children and grandchildren.

For a long time, because of time-travel novels, I have always thought that this era is like a simple copy. You can live easily with your own intelligence and foresight. Later, I found that it is not that simple. This world really exists, and every living being We all have flesh and blood, and the relatives around us will grow old, die, get sick, and suffer pain. The only difference is a matter of knowledge. In terms of IQ alone, they are already very different.

For example, ancient poets could write vast and majestic poems, but in modern times, few, or almost no one, can reach the same level.

The great river east has been swept away, and there are all the romantic figures of the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. Picturesque, a moment how many hero.

Su Dongpo, the poet and god of poetry in the Song Dynasty, has a talent that will shine through the ages. In future generations, whoever dares to surpass him will be judged by his poetry.

Or Li Yu's question about how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Xin Qiji suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.

Li Bai's five-flowered horse and golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine.

If Qin Guan's love lasted for a long time, how could it last day and night?

I dare to ask the world, who dares to ignore the dazzling poetry of Chinese civilization for thousands of years.

These are ancient people who don’t know about airplanes, cannons, cell phones, or television.

They are all ignorant people in the eyes of modern people, but in ancient times and in the same era, they were all elites with amazing talents and left their names in history. Future generations can only look at them from afar, but never beg them.

The ancients were not stupid, they just had limited knowledge, or in other words, limited knowledge of the world.

For a while, Wang Fang was disgusted with the retards in later novels, as if after time travel, he was surrounded by mentally retarded people. Tang Bohu, a famous calligrapher and painter, could not tell the difference between east and west after just a few drinks. Su Dongpo, a poet, immortal and lyricist, could tell the difference after just a few meals. lung.

This era is equally wonderful, but it is equally difficult to survive.

Studying is necessary, there is no fame and no fame, no matter how rich you are as a farmer, your money will disappear, and just a few government servants can make you miserable.

Making money is necessary. Without money, it is difficult to move forward. Even entering a county town a hundred miles away will cost money.

Land is necessary. There will be droughts and floods. In the Little Ice Age a few decades later, there will be no output of its own. In times of famine, even if it is filled with gold and silver, it will not be able to satisfy hunger.

Apart from that, these are secondary, only population is the most important.

As a standard clan society, only population is everything.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty also knew that the people had money and corrupt officials had money, but he did not dare to ransack homes at will. If he was allowed to run at will, without him restraining his money, the eunuchs alone could rebel against him.

Everything has its own rules and principles. No matter who wants to break the rules and principles rashly, he will have to pay a heavy price.

Scenes layer by layer, countless pieces of information flashed through his mind, and Wang Fang had a vague plan in his mind.

"The third brother is a chivalrous man, suitable for being a thug. The second brother is a fool, and he has mixed up with the third brother. The fourth brother is a shrewd one. He should study first, and go into business if he has no talent. He should be a good accountant. Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi are weak and very moldable. They can study in the future. If they study well, they will become officials. If they don't study well, they will be hired. Talents will always appear.

The second uncle is a decadent person. Give him hope and find his mother-in-law. If he has a child, he will have everything. The fourth uncle is a loser. He needs to learn etiquette. No matter who he is, there is nothing wrong with using it to fool people.

As for himself, Wang Fang paused and thought helplessly: "I am lazy. I just take it one step at a time to find the one that suits me."

By the way, there is also my mother, who is shrewd, pungent, diligent, capable, and greedy for money.

"What should I do, mother? I'd better keep my money. If I leave anything to my mother, I think she will take good care of it."

Recalling the scene of the fight between his mother and his brothers and sisters a month ago, Wang Fang felt that he was right. His mother was absolutely right to be responsible for keeping money. A lonely and weak woman could learn from a dozen adults who were like wolves and tigers. If someone knocks more than ten pieces of silver into his hands, he will never be taken advantage of.

"This is called the Elite Training Program."

Wang Fang thought cheerfully that even if he could earn a huge amount of wealth by himself, it would be absolutely impossible for him to have no one to share, no one to look after, and no one to help him.

This is a clan society, this is your own family, you are all your own clansmen and relatives, you don’t have to rely on them.

Random thoughts were running through his mind, and his mind suddenly became clearer. Suddenly, Wang Fang thought that he had stored a lot of dried mushrooms. If he didn't tell his family, he would never be able to sell them, or even rely on himself. You can't even get past the county seat.

"Tell your mother. My family still suspects that my fourth brother got sick from eating big-eared mushrooms. At this juncture, only my mother will believe in me without reservation."

After making up his mind, he stood up from the threshold of the house. Recently, for some reason, Wang Fangte likes to squat on the threshold of his house, looking at the mountains, rivers, vegetation, and streams outside, and the faces of each person, whether they are in a hurry or leisurely, Pedestrians walking on the road.

Withered vines, old trees and dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people on the ancient road, westerly wind and thin horses, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Unknowingly, Wang Fang failed to realize that he was becoming more and more like a wise man, integrating more and more into this society and this era.

In other words, he himself desperately hopes to integrate into this society and become a farmer in the mountains outside the Sunset Mountain, with green grass and green grass, cattle and sheep roaming everywhere, men plowing the fields and women weaving mulberry trees.

It will be wonderful, for sure. See more Weixin official account: hhxs665