Reborn with you

1874 years.

April 4 – Wu Peifu was born.

October 10th--Huang Xing, the pioneer of the Revolution of 25, was born.

In 1874, Japan launched a military operation to invade my country's Taiwan. This was the first large-scale foreign military use of Japan in modern times.

"Qiangwa, hurry up, I'm going to school." A female voice with a Sichuan accent came from the main room, it was the voice of the body's mother.Zhang Qiang silently packed her backpack and walked out of the room.The woman wiped her hands with the cloth towel around her waist, then reached out and took out two big steamed buns from the nearby bowl, thought for a while, took out another egg, and put them together in Zhang Qiang's hands.

While helping Zhang Qiang tidy up some messy clothes, the woman said, "Child Qiang, you have to be obedient to the teacher and don't run around. I don't know! You have to finish eating the eggs and steamed buns, be good." After speaking, she patted Zhang Qiang. head.Zhang Qiang instinctively wanted to dodge when the woman's hand slapped her head, but then she remembered that such a repulsive action was too obvious, so she endured it and nodded.

The woman was satisfied, and turned around to continue the work she was doing just now.

Zhang Qiang walked towards the school along the route she walked every day for a month.He gnawed on the steamed bun in his hand. The flour used to make this kind of steamed bun was not as fine as later generations. It was the flour produced by the farmers themselves, but it was very chewy, and it tasted quite sweet.After Zhang Qiang's breakfast was almost finished, the school arrived.

The location of the school is relatively secluded, about 15 minutes away from the main street, and there are only a few scattered retail houses around. If there are no such students on weekdays, it can be said to be sparsely populated.

Zhang Qiang could hear children laughing, beating, scolding and reading aloud from outside the school, but they all had a strong Sichuan accent.In a daze, Zhang Qiang seemed to have returned to the scene when she was in elementary school in the previous life, but this was a different era.Zhang Qiang smiled wryly and stepped into the open door.

Sometimes it is very contagious to read aloud affectionately, but if it is replaced by a local accent, it will seem a little funny.This kind of accent often appears in Zhang Qiang's ears now, and even Zhang Qiang's silent personality can't help laughing out sometimes. The poor thing is that Zhang Qiang has to learn how to use such an accent in order to adapt to this life. Come to talk and study. When he first came here, he basically didn’t open his mouth to speak. He was afraid that others would find out that his accent was completely different from the accent here. Fortunately, he also just entered school, and his body seems to have some memories of Sichuan dialect. This one In the next month, Zhang Qiang barely passed the test.

The teacher in the school is an old scholar, and in this place, he is a very prestigious figure.This old scholar is said to be very upright, but a bit pedantic, but these pedantry are also considered by the locals to be a unique performance of scholars.He often immerses himself in his favorite poems, books, and scriptures, and even shakes his head after reading them for a long time. He doesn't even know that the students are shaking their heads behind him.

Today the old scholar fell into samadhi again, and Zhang Qiang was fascinated by listening to it. Anyway, the content written in these traditional characters was very simple to Zhang Qiang who had been immersed in it all year round, so Zhang Qiang let herself fall into the memory.

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He was woken up by an urgent voice, accompanied by body shaking, which made Zhang Qiang dizzy, "Qiang, Qiang, ouch, you son of a bitch, look, you can trip over me." As the voice approached, a hand with the fragrance of grass and trees touched the back of Zhang Qiang's painful head with gentle movements.

This can't be my mother, my mother never speaks to me in such a tone, my mother always calls me 'A Qiang', but the concerned tone in it undoubtedly belongs to a mother, what is going on? ?

When Zhang Qiang was dragged back to the so-called home by the young woman, Zhang Qiang's chaotic head slowly woke up.

Everything is wrong.

The roof here is made of blue tiles, and the material used for the walls is rammed earth, which is rare in modern times. Although the furnishings in the house are old, anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are very old. No one uses these things now. Well, the ground is not floor tiles but well ground mud.Is this an ancient town?

No, what happened to his body?Why is this woman only waist-high?Zhang Qiang looked down at her body in disbelief. His body not only became smaller, but also darkened and thinner.Or, is this still his body?Obviously he was hit by a high-speed car, and his body will not die or be disabled!

Zhang Qiang's head can't think for a moment, he has never heard of such a thing, (this kid doesn't read time travel novels), but his consistent silence made him used to bury everything in his heart.Zhang Qiang carefully observed the surrounding situation.The adults in this family are very busy. It stands to reason that it is abnormal for the naughty and noisy child to suddenly become silent and obedient, but the family has not noticed for such a long time that they are already too busy with various trivial matters in life. I can't get away.Boys, aren't they all raised extensively in the countryside, as long as they don't get hurt, what big things can happen?

After a month like this, Zhang Qiang had a basic understanding of the situation.

I don't know why I was reborn in the body of this 7-year-old boy. The first name is the same as my own, but the surname is a rare single (shan reads four times), and the nickname is probably Qiangwa or Qiangwazi.The mother of this child is the woman who woke her up that day. She is not beautiful, but her skin is very good. She is probably a supporter of the land of abundance. She speaks quickly, has the straightforwardness of a Sichuan woman, and is easy to take care of. He is gentle and meticulous; Shan Qiang's father is a carpenter, and he usually speaks very few words. In Zhang Qiang's eyes, he is an honest man. His craftsmanship can only be regarded as reluctant. What they want is a long time, so there are not many people who come to my father to do woodwork, but the money they earn is enough to support the family.

The most amazing thing is that it is now the 13th year of Tongzhi, that is, 1874. Zhang Qiang came here after 137 years of time and space. Here, Zhang Qiang had to dare to open the magic of the world... There is still nostalgia for the world over there, For example, mother, such as that person, but since they come, they will be safe, and there is no way to go back, so let’s settle down here for the time being.

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"Yi Shui, come and practice calligraphy."

"Oh, wait a minute, mother, I'll be right there."

Not long after the words fell, a little boy about five or six years old ran into the room, climbed up the chair smoothly, and adjusted his sitting posture again, obviously doing this kind of action often.The woman with a gentle temperament next to him frowned and shook her head, patted the little boy on the back of the head, and reprimanded: "There are no rules, how many times have I told you, don't be so edgy."

The little boy stuck out his tongue and said flatteringly, "Mom, I won't be like this next time, let's start."

The woman picked up the pen prepared on the table, and raised her wrist to write a few very handsome and beautiful words on the paper like flowing water.After finishing the pen, the woman said to the little boy: "Yishui, the font my mother wrote today is called..."

Even though Xiao Tong was young, he sat and listened quietly all the time, obviously he had a good tutor.The ancestor of the Chen family used to be a county magistrate, and later he came here to settle down for the elderly. It has been passed down for more than ten generations, and the family's rules and knowledge have not been relaxed at all. They are well-known local scholars.

Chen Yishui is six years old this year. He has three older brothers and one older sister. He is the youngest in the family.Even though his youngest son was favored, Chen Yishui started studying with his mother and elder sisters as soon as he was five years old.Chen Yishui has a good talent, and he himself likes to read books. After this year, his progress has been very obvious. Chen's father has high expectations for him.

After half an hour passed, the woman looked at the words written by Chen Yishui. Although the strength of the pen was not strong enough and the style of the pen was still immature, but at his age, it was considered very good, but Chen Yishui's temper was too jumpy. When the child is still young, he should be able to calm down when he grows up, just like his older brothers and sisters.