The daily routine of the ancient imperial examination

Lu Xiuyuan was thinking about his future plans when his thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door. He looked up and saw Xiao Lian trotting in with short legs and a cat face.

"Grandma, mother, Uncle's rice is ready, it's too hot, you guys come over and serve it yourself, I'm going to help grandpa now~" After finishing speaking, he rushed out again in a hurry.

In my memory, Xiao Lian seemed to be a girl who jumped up and down and played around. Why is she so diligent now? Lu Xiuyuan felt a little out of place. His mother, Mrs. Zhang, was also surprised, and turned to look at his sister-in-law: "Xiulan, Xiao Lian She's still young, and she's not as tall as the stove when standing up, next time you tell her that it's too unsafe for our family to use her to help light the fire now."

His sister-in-law Xiulan didn't expect her daughter to change so much all of a sudden, she rubbed her hands together helplessly, "Mother, this girl has been sensitive since she was a child, probably because of hearing a lot of gossip from Hua'er's family in the past two days, I'll go there first Take a look in the kitchen and talk to her later in the evening."

Mrs. Zhang sighed when she heard the words, "Forget it, I'll go to the kitchen, you should coax the child well first, you must have been frightened, even though our family is poor now, we would never do such a thing. "

"Hey." The sister-in-law answered, picked up the bowl on the ground, and the two of them closed the door and went out together.

The original owner didn't know much about Xiao Hua, except that she was the daughter of the third aunt next door. In order to marry her brother, she was sold to a rich family as a maid. The fruit that the family does not want comes back to supplement the family.

Her third aunt's family usually lived in the village, and they belonged to a very peaceful and honest family. During that time, they walked with their backs straight, and everyone they saw would say how filial her daughter was. Listening to his mother's tone of voice now, it is probably What happened to this little flower.

But this is other people's business after all, his own family is too busy to take care of themselves now, how can he have the time to care about others, Lu Xiuyuan was thinking in his heart, and not long after, he saw Mrs. Zhang come in with a big bowl of soup and porridge.

"Erlang, you just woke up, you can't eat too hard food, first drink some rice porridge to nourish your stomach."

The hot porridge just out of the pot was very sticky and smelled fragrant. His stomach had already started to growl. After being hungry for so long, his saliva almost flooded when he smelled the fragrance.

Seeing Mrs. Zhang sitting on the side and starting to blow porridge, he quickly said: "Mother, don't worry about me, I can do it by myself, you can go to the house to eat first. It will be bad if the food is cold."

Lu Xiuyuan didn't want to be fed, so he could only ask Mrs. Zhang to put the porridge on the table next to him, wait for it to cool down, and drink it by himself.

"Then mother, go back to the house to see your father. After you finish eating, go to sleep for a while and have a good rest. Just put the bowl aside. I'll come and collect it later." After Zhang finished speaking, she put the bowl on the stool beside the bed. , then closed the door and went out.

Finally, he was the only one left in the room, and he couldn't help taking a deep breath. He was too nervous just now and didn't feel anything. Now that he relaxes, not only his head feels a little dizzy, but also his temples are throbbing. It seems that he can deal with it all at once So much information is still a bit of a burden on the brain.

He cleared his throat, took the porridge next to him, and drank it in small sips, while planning his daily routine in his heart. After eating a warm bowl of hot porridge, his hands and feet began to heat up, and his whole body felt very comfortable, even the headache was gone. It eased a lot.

Lu Xiuyuan couldn't help yawning, shrank his body down, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind. The original owner's body is too weak and needs to be taken care of.

This sleep, I slept until the next morning.

Lu Xiuyuan was woken up by his own coughing, and before he regained consciousness, he felt a tickle in his throat. After coughing twice, he closed his eyes and sat up. With his fingers flexed and the back of his hand hollowed out, he patted his chest regularly.

After patting for a while, the cough gradually subsided. He opened his eyes and saw the shabby room in front of him. He didn't react for a while, until his stomach protested, and then realized that he was no longer in modern times.

Sighing slightly, taking advantage of his good memory early in the morning, he went through the memories of the original owner in detail again in his mind. As time went by, Lu Xiuyuan's complexion also became a little weird, because he found a strange thing in his memories , besides the distinction between men and women, there is actually a third gender here!

The appearance of a man, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and the posture of a weak willow supporting his waist, he is called a brother. Although he is a man, he can have children, but because the pregnancy rate is not high, his status is lower than that of a woman who can carry on the family line. In this way, brothers are becoming more and more rare now, this is really a strange world.

Regarding the news about my brother, the original owner had only read it in the book, but had never seen it in reality. It could only be used as a reference. After Lu Xiuyuan secretly recorded these characteristics in his heart, he made sure that there was nothing missing, so he got up and went to the next door. The place where the original owner of the room used to write and read.

It was just a small cubicle made of wooden boards in the room. In the small space, there was a bookshelf against the wall, and it was full of stacks of pamphlets made of straw paper. The original owner had a good memory and never forgot. .These are all the contents he kept silent when he was studying before, and he bound them into a volume with the cheapest straw paper, and prepared to give them to Xiaolian for enlightenment in the future, but now the original owner has no chance to give them to her personally.

After cleaning the dust on the shelf, Lu Xiuyuan looked at the dilapidated small square table next to him. The book spread out on the top contained some medicinal herbs and prescriptions. The title of the book was Miscellaneous Notes of Mountain People. .

He put away the books, tidied up the table, found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the side, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, picked up the pen and began to silently write the thousand-character essay on the paper. He didn't deliberately control his hands, and wrote by instinct.

After writing it almost twice, Lu Xiuyuan was probably familiar with the fonts commonly used by the original owner. He looked at the delicate handwriting on the paper, and nodded in satisfaction. What he wrote now is very similar to the original owner, so he will write in the future. In this situation, others will not be able to find out.

The reason why he was able to get used to it so quickly was thanks to the results of the original owner's hard work for several years. The angle and strength of writing have long been deeply engraved in his muscle memory. As long as he relaxes and thinks about what to write, he will come out. up.

As for his original font, the scribbled doctor's font, the one I don't recognize after writing it, it's better not to mention it.

After making sure he had all the information about the original owner, he opened the door and went out.

All I could see was Xiaolian's pouting buttocks, with her back turned to him, and she didn't know what she was busy with.

Simple and funny, Lu Xiuyuan smiled, but before he could speak, a gust of cold wind blew by, his throat itched, and he coughed again while leaning against the wall.

When Xiao Lian heard the movement, she hurriedly turned around, her palm-sized face was painted red and black, seeing Lu Xiuyuan coughing so badly, she couldn't help worrying: "Uncle, do you want me to call grandma back?" ah……"

Lu Xiuyuan waved his hand, indicating no need.This body was just recovering from a serious illness, so it was better not to blow the wind, and hurried back to the house to put on a coat, and then looked at the things Xiao Lian was tinkering with.

Looking carefully at this, he was startled. Xiaolian got the pokeweed from nowhere, and the fruit was all crushed into dregs and soaked in the basin for washing feet. Her hands were also dyed red. All of them, including the face, were contaminated.

This is poisonous!

Lu Xiuyuan hurriedly pulled Xiao Lian who looked dazed to the water tank, and fetched water for her to wash her hands and face.

"This thing is poisonous, what did you do with it?"

When Xiao Lian heard that it was poisonous, her face turned pale, "Grandpa carved peach sticks to sell for money, I want to help grandpa dye peach sticks..."

Seeing that Lu Xiuyuan hadn't spoken, she was afraid of suing her mother, so she weakly defended, "I see that the children in the village pick it up to play with... Uncle... can you not tell my mother?"

Lu Xiuyuan rubbed her for a while, but found that the water was not clean enough, so he simply took out some cool plant ash from the bottom of the stove, applied it on the stained area, scrubbed it carefully, and at the same time paid attention to her expression. When the tears were about to fall, I slowly opened my mouth: "I won't tell your mother, but you are not allowed to pick this up and play with it in the future. This thing is poisonous and you can't touch it. Do you understand?"

Xiao Lian was half embraced in her arms, sniffed, and nodded hurriedly upon hearing this.

This is the first time that she has grown up so close to her uncle. She is usually too naughty, and her family doesn't let her disturb him for fear of affecting his study, so she has been very honest in front of him. This time Although she was told a bit, it also broke her previous understanding of Lu Xiuyuan. This little uncle was not as scary as he thought!

After cleaning, Lu Xiuyuan took care of the rest, and Xiao Lian remembered her task.

He hurriedly told Lu Xiuyuan that grandma and mother went to the third grandma's house to help, and there was some rice left for him in the pot, just heat it up.

Lu Xiuyuan nodded, sent Xiaolian away, let her go out to play, turned his feet, and turned to the back room. He wanted to see the original owner's father first.

When he entered, the other party was half lying on the bed, his hands were constantly moving, and he was seriously carving a wooden stick.

The original owner's father, Lu Dafu, is an honest and hardworking farmer. He usually goes to the fields to tend his crops, or goes out to do short-term work for others to make money. He is a restless person. This time he hurt his leg. It is difficult to stand up, let alone continue farming.

This was a huge blow to him. He still couldn't think about it when the original owner went up the mountain. Now that he is serious about it, it seems that his mentality has changed a lot.

Lu Dafu noticed the change in the light at the door, looked up and saw Lu Xiuyuan coming in, he stretched out his hand to beckon him over, grinned and said, "Erlang is back, come quickly and see if the peach wood stick carved by Dad looks like the one sold by others of?"

Lu Xiuyuan approached and picked up the peach wood stick in Lu Dafu's hand. Since ancient times, there was a saying in the Daqing Dynasty that carved peach wood figures and stood in the house to ward off evil. into.

But in ancient times, labor was the most worthless thing. It would not be worthwhile to sell this kind of thing by yourself. You can get a lot of it for a penny on the street, so you can't expect it to make money at all.

As if he had guessed what Lu Xiuyuan was thinking, Lu Dafu smiled cheerfully: "Your father didn't do this to make money, he used it for practice, and he could also send favors by the way, and when he became proficient in the craft, he would engrave other gadgets. At that time, let's see if we can make some money, and subsidize it at home..."

Regardless of whether he succeeds in the end, Lu Dafu is a very thoughtful person. Seeing the smile on his face and his optimistic attitude towards life, Lu Xiuyuan immediately felt a lot easier.

He came here for the first time, mainly to see what the condition of his injured leg is, whether it can be cured, and whether he can stand up in the future. In the memory of the original owner, the medical level here is not very high, let alone It's this kind of trauma.

Before he came here, he was quite afraid that Lu Dafu would be overthinking and lose his temper, so he couldn't make the request to see his injured leg, which would be like poking someone's wounds.

Now that he no longer has such worries, he simply lifted up the quilt. The sooner this kind of injury is dealt with, the better.

"Father, let me see how your leg is recovering."

Lu Xiuyuan checked both legs symmetrically and carefully just like in the previous ward rounds, to determine the location of the injury, whether there was thrombosis, and whether there was any nerve damage around it.

After investigation, he found that the middle and lower part of Lu Dafu's right leg was slightly deformed, which most likely belonged to a severe transverse fracture in the middle and lower part of the tibia. The contact surface of the broken bones at both ends is too small. If it is not reset in time, even if it grows well in the future, it will not be able to support it. The body stands.

The medical technology here is too poor. The old village doctor who treated his father just applied herbal medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and wrapped it in gauze. Whether he can stand up in the future depends on his own luck.

And because the right leg was not properly treated at the beginning, the edema of the right leg has gone down, and the fibrous callus has formed. It's a headache.