After being adopted by five nonhumans

Yan Ji can learn all the content taught by the master just by listening to it from the sidelines, while his cousin, who is also his nominal young master, is so stupid that he can't remember the knowledge even if he scratches his head.

The aunt in charge of the family was jealous, so she no longer asked Yan Ji to be a book boy for her cousin.

Yan Ji's uncle had always known about his wife's torture of his sister and her children, but he had never said anything, but this time he did, and wanted Yan Ji to go back to school.

He knew that his son was stupid, and if the Yan family wanted to continue their glory, they had to rely on the efforts of the next generation.Yan Ji is a good choice. He is smart and has no background. He only needs to give Yan Ji some small favors in exchange for Yan Ji to repay the Yan family.

Soon, Yan Ji became known as a child prodigy, and his aunt's son became a real idiot in comparison. The aunt was displeased, and since then she has allowed her son to bring other boys of the same age with him in the school. Bully Yan Ji.

At that time, Yan Ji was only four or five years old, and he was as thin as a bean sprouts plant, which would fall if the wind blows. His textbooks were filled with graffiti left by other students all the year round, and his pen was broken in half. It was bad luck. Sometimes, he would be punched and kicked in the corner by his aunt's son.

Yan Ji was thin and depended on others, she didn't dare to resist at all, she could only bear it silently, and didn't dare to tell her mother about these things.

At a young age, he already knew to report good news and not bad news.

The days passed so slowly and painfully, Yan Ji also learned to be smart, and every time after school, he was the first to run outside to avoid being stopped and bullied.

When Yan Ji was ten years old, he was selected as a scholar in the first examination, and he was still the first among many scholars.

As for his stupid cousin, he is naturally famous.

After becoming a scholar, my aunt's overt and covert bullying was much less, and she even took the initiative to hand over a few taels of silver to Yan Ji, asking him to take the money to see a doctor for his mother.

Other branch elders also posted up. They thought that Yan Ji was talented in reading and would be promising in the future, so they came to congratulate and give gifts one after another.

Yan Ji received her very graciously, and then hurriedly invited a doctor to see her mother.

But...it was too late.

Miss Yan has been depressed since the death of the poor scholar, and she has been relying on Yan Ji for six years, but now she has no cure.

In the few days before Miss Yan's death, Yan Ji seemed to feel something, and she didn't even go to school, and only stayed with her mother who was weak every day.

On a rainy night, Ms. Yan died silently, so peacefully that even Yan Ji, who was sleeping beside her bed, didn't notice.

When Yan Ji woke up again, what she saw was her mother's cold body.

His mother left a note for him, telling him to study hard and move out of Yan Mansion as soon as possible.

For so many years, Yan Ji is her own child, so she doesn't know that Yan Ji is bullied in the house, but she has no way to maintain Yan Ji's studies, and the price of books and school fees are high.

There is another way, that is to stop Yan Ji from studying... But Miss Yan knows how smart her child is, and she wants to give him the best future.

The current one is already the best possibility she has calculated for Yan Ji.

In the middle of the night, Yan Ji woke up from her sleep, and wanted to see her mother, but saw her pale, bloodless face.

He didn't scream or cry, he was calmer than ever.

Yan Ji clearly realized that... she no longer has a mother.

The only person in the world who was willing to take the trouble to plan for him was gone after all.

After dealing with his mother's funeral, Yan Ji returned to school. He worked harder than before, and he still remembered the note left by his mother.

He wants to study hard and leave the Yan family.

The following year, at the age of 12, Yan Ji was elected in the court and became famous.

Then, Yan Ji was 16 years old, and after four years of hard work, he was admitted to Jinshi, and was appointed as the number one scholar by the emperor in the Golden Palace.

The Yan family beat gongs and drums, flocks of fawning clansmen came, Yan Ji responded indifferently, with neither sadness nor joy on Qingjun's face.When the hustle and bustle cleared up, Yan Ji placed her mother's memorial tablet in the hall, and let her see that she had fulfilled her expectations.

After that, Yan Ji was arranged to enter the Imperial Academy, where he lived step by step. Under the introduction of another official, he worshiped a well-known old scholar as his teacher.

Yan Ji's apprenticeship is to go with the crowd, but this old pedant likes Yan Ji very much, knowing that there is no one in his family, he often invites him to the mansion for reunion during holidays, and he has no reservations about Yan Ji in terms of study.

Gradually, Yan Ji felt the warmth of home again from the old pedant.

Although he was born intelligent, he didn't have any big ambitions. He just got by in the Hanlin Academy until he saw several colleagues being taken away by the emperor's guards one after another.

Yan Ji didn't know what was going on at the beginning, but the incident got bigger and bigger, and finally it involved his teacher.

All of these are due to a Fu written by an old scholar, who mentioned in the Fu that if the flood in the south of the Yangtze River is not handled properly, it may cause trouble.

It was a casual remark, but the emperor believed that it was an old pedant accusing him of being useless. He was furious, and the officials who were about to be involved in this matter were detained one after another, and they were sent to the prison to wait for questioning.

Yan Ji was anxious, and ran around because of this, but after all, he was only a junior official of the seventh rank, and he was usually not good at socializing, so he couldn't find any way out.

He watched helplessly as his mentor died in front of him. The head of the always kind mentor fell to the ground after a short while, blood spurting out.

A few days later, not only did the flood not improve, but it actually intensified as the teacher said. The people were displaced and became refugees.

The emperor became more angry and sent people to the south of the Yangtze River for disaster relief. Yan Ji thought that although he was unable to save his mentor, he could try to solve the flood in the south of the Yangtze River that his mentor had never forgotten.

He wrote an excerpt and asked for an order to go to the south of the Yangtze River to help an adult who specializes in flood control.

The emperor agreed, and also rewarded Yan Ji with silver, praising Yan Ji for worrying about the country and the people, and not afraid of hardships.

Only then did Yan Ji realize that the emperor didn't even know that the old scholar was his mentor.

Otherwise, how could the emperor easily let him go to the south of the Yangtze River? He must feel that Yan Ji and the old pedant, the master and apprentice, joined forces to slap him in the face of gold and jade.

In this way, Yan Ji and Mr. Zhang, who was in charge of the matter, came to Jiangnan. However, after arriving in Jiangnan, for several days, Mr. Zhang was looking for flowers and flowers with his subordinate officials, showing no intention of dealing with the disaster.

Confused, Yan Ji went straight to Mr. Zhang.

"My lord, may I ask what your next plan is?"

Mr. Zhang lay in the arms of a charming woman, eating the grapes fed by her: "What's the next step?"

Yan Ji frowned, and turned her face sideways: "Naturally, it's a disaster relief plan."

Master Zhang responded casually: "Oh, disaster relief, this matter can't be rushed."

Yan Ji: "Then it's time to distribute relief food, the people are already too hungry..."

The smile on Mr. Zhang's face disappeared, and his tone was cold: "Mr. Yan, do you know the total amount of relief money this time?"

"10 million taels."

"That's the amount stated in the imperial decree. In fact, I only got 3 taels in total when I got it," Mr. Zhang said.

Yan Ji showed a little astonishment, and quickly said: "Then the 3 taels can also be used to buy some rice noodles first."

Mr. Zhang laughed again: "3 taels, where did you get 3 taels? I just received the money, and someone came from the prince's mansion..."

After worshiping all the great gods, under layers of exploitation, 10 taels of silver, only a few thousand taels left in the end.

Thousands of taels of silver are just a drop in the bucket in the face of such floods. Mr. Zhang knows that everything is over, so he just let go and just let it go. How many days can he be happy.

He also said: "Master Yan, please take advantage of the present to be happy for a few more days, and then you will die."

He thought to himself that Yan Ji was really an idiot, other officials would avoid things like disaster relief, yet someone would come forward by himself.

He was drinking, so drunk that he didn't know what night it was.

He knew that he was selected to do this job, so he was doomed. He had arranged for his children to escape in advance, and now he was waiting to die in vain.

……

Yan Ji took out all her savings to buy rice and noodles, but it was all in vain.

Soon, someone filed a report to impeach him and Mr. Zhang, saying that they embezzled the disaster relief money.

Yan Ji knew that the matter had come to this point, and everyone pushed the wall down.

On the day when Yan Ji and Mr. Zhang were captured, Mr. Zhang smiled beside him and said that fortunately, he had prepared for it. Yan Ji was about to ask what the preparation was, when Mr. Zhang bit the poison hidden in his mouth , He vomited blood and died on the spot.

Yan Ji was twisted all the way back to the imperial city. The interrogator obviously had been bribed long ago, and he was forced to sign and draw a pledge without interrogation.

Then, Yan Ji was pushed by the soldiers and hung on the city wall. They said that they wanted to let the world see how worthless Yan Ji was, and he even had to pay for disaster relief money.

After hearing this, Yan Ji even wanted to laugh.

But those common people didn't know that they only thought it was really Yan Ji's doing, and spontaneously brought rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and cursed at Yan Ji.

Yan Ji was hung up for three days and three nights, and finally died at midnight.

His body was left unclaimed and left on a mass grave where wild dogs gnawed on him.

As for the Yan family, Shang Zhezi had separated from Yan Ji from the very beginning, saying that he was just a servant in the family and had no blood relationship with the Yan family.

Many emotions were intertwined in his heart, and Yan Ji couldn't escape for a while, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

"Brother?" At this moment, Xiao Guyu woke up for some reason, rubbing his eyes, with obvious worry in his tone, looking at Yan Ji with a bad expression.

His call immediately brought Yan Ji back to reality.

"Brother is here." Yan Ji's voice was a little hoarse, agreeing to Xiao Guyu's words.

"Brother, are you unhappy?"

Yan Ji shook her head, but her expression was obviously bad.

Xiao Guyu knew at a glance that his brother was lying to him. He sat up, leaned his upper body forward, turned his whole body out of the bed, and crawled towards his coat at the end of the bed.

The child sat there and took out his pocket for a while. In the pocket was the candy that Uncle Wang gave him.Xiaogu taro searched hard for a long time before finding the one that he thought tasted the best.

He crawled back to his brother on all fours, and handed over his favorite candy: "Brother eats candy, you won't be unhappy after eating candy."

At least Xiaoguyu thinks so.

Yan Ji listened to the child's childish speech, and finally showed a little smile on his face. He took the candy, peeled off the sugar coating and put it in his mouth.

The taste buds honestly convey the sweetness, the kind of sweetness that comes after suffering.

Thousands of years later, in the best era without wars and turmoil... he regained his family.