Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 1 Son of a Poor Family

  This is Xiahe Village, an ordinary but extraordinary small village.

  Near mountains and rivers, the scenery is beautiful. There are lush trees on the mountain, abundant fish and shrimps in the water, fences in front of the village, loquat trees in the back of the village, melons and beans in the front and back of the house. It has the simplicity of a hut with fences and the indifference of green mountains and green waters.

  In modern times, this place can definitely be called the most beautiful village, but it was different in ancient times. There was only poverty and backwardness without beauty.

  There is a high **** at the west end of the village, on which you can have a panoramic view of most of the village. On the high slope, there is a five or six-year-old boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain looking at the village with emotion.

  So what if the scenery is beautiful with green mountains and green waters, the transportation is inconvenient, the people depend on the weather for food, and they are devastated by natural disasters. People who are struggling with food and clothing, what else do they appreciate besides food! Let him see the rising sun from the mountains, it is better to give him a steamed bun of whole grains.

  Is it a bit strange for a child to express such emotion?

  It’s actually not the case. Although his body is a five or six-year-old child, Li Zi is a graduate student majoring in ancient Chinese who has been trampled on the road to employment in the 21st century, has no money, no rights, and no girlfriend. After 100 failed job searches in a row, before going to bed, I felt that it was extremely difficult for a liberal arts dog majoring in ancient Chinese to find a job that was a professional counterpart. I never expected to wake up and become this little kid named Zhu Pingan and Xiao Zhu .

   This body fell ill before I put it on, maybe I didn't get over it, I don't know why when I woke up, Li Daitao was stiff.

  After many days of side-firing, I learned that this is the Ming Dynasty, the era when the Four Books and Five Classics stereotyped essays prevailed, and I could only look up at the sky at 45 degrees, and my internal injury was really professional.

If you come here, you will be safe. Think about the embarrassment of having nowhere to display your professional skills in the 21st century. Now that you have a job opportunity, if you don’t seize the opportunity, it will be a waste of God’s gift, not to mention that you were an unrelated person in your previous life. Orphan hanging.

   "Little pig, small pig, go home, be careful to be beaten by your mother again and cry."

  A group of brats roared past at the foot of the high slope, fearing that if they came home late, they would be pushed to the ground and rubbed by the elders at home.

  Little pig! This nickname is also drunk. Even if it is Huzi, Shishi, it sounds better than this name. Of course, he was just complaining and complaining, and he also knew the reason why children were given cheap names in ancient times.

  In the eyes of the ancients, the reason why it is difficult for a child to survive is because the child has to break through a series of barriers made by ghosts since birth, and if he fails to break through the barriers, he will lose his life. Livestock are different, they don't need to break through the barriers, so the survival rate is so high. So people think that the lower the name for a child, the less human it is, the better. I have never seen that the survival rate of animals is so high. The more animals, the easier it is to live, and the easier it is to deceive the ghost of Hades. It's broken.

When Zhu Pingan heard that there were little boys in the village called "dog girl" or even "shit", he suddenly felt lucky to survive the disaster. Compared with the first two names, the taste of the little pig is still very light. few.

   It has been more than ten days since I came to this era, and Zhu Pingan accepted this fact helplessly from being uncomfortable.

  Living in this era, the habit of naming is second, and the most important thing is living habits. This is an era when old morality and ethics are prevalent. There is no electricity and no internet. Three cardinal guides and five constant rules, three obediences and four virtues, fate of ghosts and gods, etc. are all the rage. Therefore, in those novels, the protagonist who travels through the protagonist wears the halo of the protagonist. , Goldfinger once opened the world to be invincible, it is pure nonsense, if you do this through time travel, you will have been burned to ashes by the village elders and the like. In this kind of society where feudal ethics cannibalize people, if you are slightly abnormal, you may be burned as a monster possessed by people.

This is really not an exaggeration. The old Wangtou in the village was forcibly poured a large bowl of water mixed with burnt talisman paper because he talked in his sleep for several nights; After a few words, the village elder treated him like a ghost, tied him to a pillar and exposed him to the sun for three days before he was done.

  How can one person fight against the whole world.

  So, in the ten days since he came to this world, Zhu Ping'an has been working hard to play the role of a child. Cautious and trying not to overdo it lest he be strapped to a wood grill for a barbecue, he doesn't want to speak for himself (with salt).

  It's getting late, I have to go home quickly, or I will be scolded again. Zhu Ping'an ran down the high **** with his short legs towards home.

  Why do you feel the coolness of the thighs and the wind blowing? Could it be said that his short legs were moving at lightning speed?

   Open crotch pants?

  Why do you let a person in his twenties wear open crotch pants, and let him have fun.

   Is it tolerable or unbearable! When you go back, you must fight for the right not to wear crotch pants.

Along the way, the huts and adobe houses are irregularly arranged. Although Xiahe Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is still a remote village, because the local people’s use of mountains and rivers is limited to meet the needs of life. A few trees were dragged home to make beams; when there was no rice to put into the pot, I went up the mountain to find some wild vegetables and fruits, and went into the water to catch two small fish and throw them into the pot. The feudal small-scale peasant economy still lived on the fields. Most villagers lived on one-third of an acre of land to fill their stomachs, and there were only a few landlords who were relatively wealthy.

The landlord’s family has a big business, with hundreds of acres of fertile land, which is rented out. The rent for one year is enough for ordinary people to struggle for a lifetime. If they have money, they can buy land or set up a few shops. Life with money is sweeter than honey, and life with profit sweet as honey. Poor families rely on their own one-third of an acre of land. The output is not enough to fit their teeth, so they can only rent land to grow. In ancient times, there was no policy of reducing or exempting land tax. After working hard for a year to grow food, exorbitant taxes and land rent can be used by the family. It's not bad to eat.

  The Zhu family is not bad. There are more than ten acres of fertile land in the family. It is considered a middle-class family in the village, but it can't stand the crowd. In addition, the uncle doesn't do production, and the cost of studying and examination is quite high. The old Zhu's family is also struggling.

Of course, from the outside, the Zhu family’s life is not bad. Compared with the thatched adobe houses that are common in the village, at least the Zhu family is still a Zhu family courtyard with civil structure, but in fact the life of the Zhu family is not as good as that of ordinary people in the village. Woolen cloth.

As soon as Zhu Pingan entered the door, he happened to meet his mother, Mrs. Chen, who was standing at the gate of the yard staring at him with frowning eyes. When he saw him coming back whole, his eyes melted like ice and snow in spring, waiting for him to come back. of. Mrs. Chen is in her thirties, dressed as a young woman, her brows are a bit aggressive, she tied her hair in a bun with a lacquered hairpin, and there are two patches on the clean pair of skirts.

   "Mom, I will never wear crotch pants again." Zhu Ping'an's short legs had just stepped into the threshold, and he began to fight for the right not to wear crotch pants.

   As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Chen grabbed her ears.

   "Little bastard, you've turned the world upside down. I worked so hard to raise you, and I saved money to make clothes for you. You still hate it. Don't wear crotch pants when you are young!"

   "Mother, ah, it hurts, I'm no longer a two- or three-year-old child." Zhu Pingan begged for mercy, Xiaopang took Chen's arm with his hand, and rested on his toes to relieve the pain.

  Fart, you are only five years old. Chen looked down at his five-year-old son and said such a sentence, feeling inexplicably happy. His younger son is much more lively than his brother.

  Although it is funny, the strength in Chen's hands has not diminished. This brat was not honest.

"You still know it hurts. You can't see anyone in the wild all day long. When you are kidnapped by Huazi, I will calm down." Chen said and gave Zhu Pingan a look. He felt lingering fear when he thought of a missing child in the county. Fortunately, in the village It is very safe for people to come and go.

"Second sister-in-law, is there any boy who is not wild, it's better to be tough, so don't punish the little pig." The third aunt Zhang, who was cleaning the dishes by the well in the yard, looked at the little pig with some envy, and persuaded him Chen Shi calmed down. Mrs. Zhang has just turned 30, but so far she only has one daughter, Zhu Pingyu, who is one year younger than Zhu Pingan, so she is very envious of Mrs. Chen having two sons.

   "The old man, don't plead for him, this **** just won't install the house for three days." Chen said, grabbing little Zhu Ping'an's ear and dragging him to the kitchen.

"Say, do you dare not go home to eat in the future?" Mrs. Chen said loudly, but took out a peeled white boiled egg from the steamer, looked out from the window edge and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so she said Quietly stuffed it into Zhu Ping'an's hand.

  Eggs, Zhu Ping'an's eyes flooded, after more than ten days of rough food, he finally saw meat.

   This is simply impossible to refuse.

   "It hurts, mother, I don't dare to do it again." Zhu Pingan took the egg, but his mouth was pretending to be loud and wailing.

In the 21st century, eating is one of his few hobbies. When "A Bite of China" was broadcast, he saved money and ate all the cheap and edible food. He can definitely be called a veteran. Foodie.

  Pure natural pollution-free, soft in the mouth, the taste is really good, I don’t know how many times better than modern eggs, of course, it may be because I have been here since I have been here and I don’t know the taste of meat.

  Little smart ghost, Chen smiled, nodded Zhu Ping'an's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and eat, it will be served at the table later, your heart is so far away that you are all clinging to the big room again."

  At this time, Zhu Ping'an's heart was extremely warm. Whether it was a hot-tempered mother or a dull father in this life, or a ten-year-old brother who rarely had an old and honest brother, they all treated him well from the bottom of their hearts.

  The father is kind, the mother is kind, and the brother is kind, showing warmth everywhere.

   This is also the main reason why Zhu Pingan accepts the fact of time travel. As an orphan in the 21st century, he has never felt the warmth of a family, but here he feels the love of an old cow, and he is gradually willing.

   "Mother, you are so kind, I will be filial to you when I grow up." Zhu Pingan hugged Chen's thigh and expressed his feelings. I am your son, and I will be filial to you in the future.

  Mr. Chen watched her youngest son act like a spoiled child like a slapstick, and it was obviously very useful. She felt that her youngest son was much cuter than her eldest son. I asked my boss to come here earlier, the silly boy told his father that stealing food is not a real man, and he almost got mad at Chen, so he had to be kicked out. Fortunately, my youngest son is not so rigid, so he laughed at the youngest son on the forehead. I clicked, "You don't get mad at me, I'll be thankful, wipe your mouth quickly so you won't be seen later."

  (end of this chapter)