Chapter 1: A Dream of Five Hundred Years (Part 1) (《》)
The cool breeze is blowing, the night is blurred, and the veil-like mist sways the quiet county town.
The hazy moonlight shines on the clear river, and the river water flows slowly under the arch bridge. On the shore are lined with two or three black tiled buildings. The mottled walls are covered with green moss traces, and some are covered with evergreen vines, revealing only a series of windows that open on the side of the river.
It was already midnight at night. Apart from the sound of frogs in the river and the barking of dogs at the end of the alley, there was no sound anymore. Only a narrow window at the east end was dimly lighted, and there was also a faint sound of speech...
Looking in from the open window, I saw only a table, a stool and a bed. A black oil lamp was lit on the table, barely illuminating between three feet. A thick porcelain bowl with a missing mouth was placed on the bench, and eight or nine arhat beans were stored. A man in his forties, squatting on the side, taking care of the small clay stove in front of him, while talking to the teenager lying on the bed opposite.
He spoke a mouthful of Wunong's tone and said hoarsely: "Chaosheng, please stick to it. Once you decoct the medicine for your father, you will be cured after you take it."
The boy on the bed sighed in his heart and said to himself: "This should be the thirty times, right?" But he knew that he was worried about himself, so he did not blame him. He turned his head slightly. When the boy saw that his strange and friendly face was full of sweat and anxiousness, he felt warm in his heart. He knew that he was too busy for a while, so he slowly closed his eyes and recalled the incredible things that have happened in recent days.
He was originally a young deputy director and was in the stage of success in his life, but he woke up and possessed himself in this dying boy. When the boy's soul was weak, he inexplicably merged with it, gained the boy's consciousness and memory, and became this boy five hundred years ago.
Is it Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly? Is it the original me or the current silent? He is completely confused, as if it is true and true, it seems neither is nor is it, or it is already a brand new silent.
Things were so absurd, but it did happen, which made him unable to face it for several days. But later he thought, he was an unmarried orphan, and he was free from worries, so where wasn't he going to make a living? Besides, he used his former deputy director level to exchange his body as a young teenager, and it seemed that he had made a profit.
But suddenly there were many emotions that belonged to the boy, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
The fittest survives, so you must adapt. Shen Mo said to himself.
Once he was relieved and accepted his new identity, some memories of the boy came like a tide. He knew that his name was Shen Mo, his nickname was Chao Sheng, thirteen years old. He was the only son of Shen He, Yongchangfang, Kuaiji County, Shaoxing Prefecture, Ming Dynasty.
If you want to say that Shen He was born in the Shen family of the Shaoxing clan..., his family is still well-off. He has been educated in the clan since he was a child, so his knowledge is very good. At the age of eighteen, he took the county examination, the government examination, and the college examination one after another, and became a student who received the monthly rice... The student was a scholar, but the scholar was not necessarily a student, because only a few people who passed the first class could be supported by the state.
Shen He was able to rely on this scholar who ate imperial food, so he made great contributions to his parents.
However, the fortune is reversed and fate is a mess. Mr. Shen failed four times in succession since he participated in the autumn examination at the age of 19. This is very normal, because the Jiangsu and Zhejiang area are a place of cultural heritage, and Shaoxing Prefecture has also drawn up all the cultural heritages in the south of the Yangtze River. Almost every family in Yuyao, Kuaiji, Shanyin and other counties study, and can be said to be hidden and hidden. Every year, a large number of excellent scholars are expected to be selected.
The quota is limited, and the competition is cruel. People like Chen Xianggong have already passed the exam elsewhere, but in Shaoxing, they can only become a foil for others year after year. Later, his parents passed away one after another, and he kept mourning for five consecutive years. When he came out for the exam again, he was already in his thirties, and his best age to take the exam was over...
But Shen Xiucai went to school in this life, what could he do without taking the exam? He was unwilling to fail, so he took two more exams, and the result was self-evident... He didn't even say the good time he was empty, but he also ruined his wealthy family. His life was extremely difficult. He ate braised vegetables for many years and could not see any meat.
Last summer, Shen Xiucai's wife was caught in heat and her weak body suddenly collapsed. In order to treat her wife, he even sold the house that she had lived in Sanjinshen. As a result, people bullied him and forced a house worth hundreds of taels to forty taels. Shen Xiucai was very angry and despised Yu Zhou's relatives and friends, and actually gritted his teeth and sold the property. He rented a cheap building in a remote alley, settled his wife and children, and asked for medicine for his wife.
As a result, the money went out like flowing, and the silence was getting worse and worse. He was bedridden in autumn and finally passed away before the New Year. Chen He buried his wife with the remaining money, but found that he could not afford to rent the cheapest building, so the father and the father had to "built a house and live in a house."
Of course, this is the gentle statement of Xianggong Chen. In fact, it is to use bamboo and wood as the roof tile and cover it with straw mats, and build a wet house to the end. Although it is narrow and wet, there is finally a nest, right?
At this time, the only source of income for the family was the county school-produced rice, which was six dou of rice per month. It was said that it was a bit easier and could barely make dou, but "half-year-old boy, I starved to death." Chen Si was the time to grow up, and his appetite was larger than his father. How could this little japonica rice be enough? Shen Xiucai had to go to the grain shop to exchange for the worst indica rice, so that he could get nine dou. Chen Si went to the countryside to dig some wild vegetables and catch some loaches, so that he could just deal with the meals of the two.
As the saying goes, misfortune never happens, it is not true at all. A few days ago, I went to the mountain to dig wild vegetables in silence, but I was bitten by a frightened poisonous snake. When I was sent back by my brothers and I was already covered in blackness and was about to fail.
After that, I didn't know what happened later. When he woke up slowly, he found that he was already in an attic. Although the roofs of the purlin columns were full of spiders' webs, and the air was filled with a rotten and sour smell, it was much better than the air-exposed, dark and humid grass shed.
He was looking at a spider trying to spin silk and listened silently... His father said, "It's OK, I'm going to take medicine." He was helped up. He leaned on the pillow and measured the man he would call him the father in the future. He saw that his hair was messy, his face was pale, his eyes had wrinkles, his mouth seemed to have some bruises, and some fresh scars on his cheekbones. His long gown was also dirty and torn, as if he had been in conflict with someone, and he had lost it unexpectedly.
Seeing Chen Mo open his eyes to look at him, Chen He's eyes were filled with excitement and joy, and said excitedly: "I'm so happy, thank you Miss Yin. If she doesn't have her help, we will be separated by Yin and Yang forever..." As he said that, his eyes turned red and tears fell from tears.
Seeing him crying, his silent nose felt a little sore. He wanted to comfort him, but his throat seemed to have a plug, and he couldn't say a word.
Noting the change in his expression, Chen He quickly wiped his tears and said, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing Chen Mo looking at the medicine bowl, Chen He said embarrassedly, "I almost forgot." Then he picked up the bowl, scoop a spoonful of brown soup medicine, blow it a few times on his mouth, and then carefully put it on his mouth.
Chen Si frowned and took a sip, but it was not as bitter as expected, but it was a little bitter and sweet. Seeing his brows relaxed, Chen He said happily: "You have never liked to take medicine since you were a child. I bought some apricot nectar and mixed it in. The doctor said it would help you recover." He then served him and drank a bowl of medicine.
Using a towel to wipe Chen Si's mouth and then lay him back, Chen He breathed a sigh of relief with a sense of accomplishment, as if he had done a big thing. Then he stood up, put the empty medicine bowl and the broken bowl on the table, sat on the stool, bent down tiredly, and took a deep breath.
Chen Shi saw him filling a bowl of boiling water and twisting three green and yellow broad beans from the broken bowl. After hesitating, he shook his hand and dropped two of them back into the bowl, with only one left in his hand.
After looking at the bean for a long time, Chen He closed his eyes and slowly put it into his mouth. He chewed it slowly. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was savoring endlessly and could not extricate himself for a long time.
After a long time, Chen He slowly opened his eyes, shook his head slightly and wrote a poem: "Cao E brought the sprouts of green beans, and Qianyu and Xi Jinping rose to the good soy sauce; Dongguan invited him to cook his hands and eat them until they were soft and soft."
He was silent and ashamed. He never knew that eating a bean would cause such a great sense of happiness.
Seeing him showing a dissatisfaction, Chen Heqing took a sip of boiling water and said, "Chaosheng, you haven't tasted it, this
The bean meat is cooked but not rotten, soft but not rotten, and it is full of salivation when chewed. It has rich spices, salty and fresh, and has a slightly sweet aftertaste... If it can be accompanied by yellow wine, I am afraid that the land father will come to taste it."
'Don't the Land Lord have eaten anything good?' Chen He rolled his eyes, but was thought to be complaining about him eating alone. He quickly explained: "It's not that I don't share it with you for my father, but the doctor told me that you can't eat hot and cold foods, so I'd better wait until you recover."
He nodded weakly. Seeing that Chen He had eaten two more at the same speed, he wiped his fingers on the rag, drank a bowl of water, and said with satisfaction: "I have used supper, it's time for us to go to bed."
His silent eyes widened, and Chen He said seriously: "The saint said: 'Things are not three things'. This is called tasting for the first time, the second is called enjoyment, the third is called filling the hunger, and eating more is a waste of gluttony." He said, and he winked at him and said, "Let's go to bed." Then he blew out the oil lamp and slept on the table.
Chapter completed!