Chapter 1: People don’t panic when they first arrive

Author: Farmers' pot

Chapter 1: People don’t panic when they first arrive

The sky is gloomy, just like the mood of those who are preparing to harvest rice in autumn.

In another twenty days, the rice can be harvested, dried and put into the warehouse. But God is not good at it. If a heavy rain hits, the losses will definitely increase.

The weather has not changed with people's wishes. The thunder kept ringing, and it seemed that it was about to shake the house down.

In Xiaqiu Village, Huangchi Town, Xuancheng, Ningguo Prefecture, at night, villagers looked at lightning after lightning outside through the paper window, listening to the thunder of successive thunder, their eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Mom, will Brother Han Han be afraid on the mountain? What if he thunders strikes him?"

One is a teenage girl lying on the bed and talking to her mother worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, there is a mountain god blessed in the temple on the mountain, and a mountain god blessed... Alas!" A woman's voice sounded.

"I'll go and see it tomorrow morning. Mom, remember to cook an egg." The girl was still worried.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow. If I had known this, I would have let Hanhan live in the temple. He insisted on going to the temple on the mountain." The woman's voice came out again.

"Yeah! It must be fine." The girl muttered and turned over.

Some people talked about it in the whole village, and everyone was worried about Hanhan.

Hanhan is a fool. He was invited by the village twelve years ago. At that time, he was in war and saw a child from other places. He was also stupid. He couldn't speak when he was two years old and laughed at everyone he saw.

Such a child feels good in the village, so please come over and be a village guardian.

The rules passed down by our ancestors must be a village guardian in the village, who must be stupid and stupid, and they must be well-raised until they die, and then find someone who is almost the same.

The rule says: If there is no villager guarding the village, there will be a source of disaster.

The original surnames of the people in the village were more than ten, mainly Zhu. Later, due to the victory or defeat of the war, all other surnames followed the surname Zhu.

There are 141 households in the village, with a 550-odd entries, and Zhu Hanhan has 551-odd entries.

Everyone doesn’t want to call it a fool, but it’s a village guard! It’s not good to call it a fool, so they call it Hanhan.

After raising it for twelve years, the villagers would give Hanhan a portion of the delicious food when they cooked, and the villagers provided things on weekdays.

Usually, Hanhan would arrange to live in a house or sacrificial hall, and there were people accompanying him in the sacrificial hall. Occasionally, Hanhan would go to the mountain temple and everyone would worship it, and the things left were eaten by Hanhan.

Today's day is unfortunate, and various factors add up. Han Han didn't stay in the sacrificial hall, and he never lived in the house of the eldest child, so the villagers couldn't help but worry.

The lightning was accompanied by the rumbling thunder, and everyone in the village was thinking about the villagers.

"No, I have to go and see." The inner-camp stood up from the collapse, lit the oil lamp with flint, and then went to the outer room to take out the oil paper lantern.

When he was moved, the door of another room opened, and a young man rubbed his eyes: "Dad, I'll go with you."

"Go, put on your straw raincoat, go outside, see if your third uncle's house is sleeping? Call him if he doesn't sleep." The inner child nodded.

The two came out and looked at other people's houses. As a result, the families who couldn't sleep followed them to the mountain temple.

Their idea is the same. The villagers can’t have any trouble, let alone humans! Even a dog has been raised for twelve years.

***

Thunder and lightning remained uninterrupted, and an eternal lamp was placed in front of the shrine.

Zhu Wentian, who had a dream, opened his eyes and looked at the environment blankly.

"Where is this? I thought I was dead, but I was still alive. What is around me? A temple? It looks like it is not a temple, absolutely not a view, and it is different. Then I am..."

Zhu Wentian muttered, but was not worried at all, with a smile on his face and a happy look.

He is a descendant of a family that is said to be cursed, and none of the entire family lives beyond thirty years old.

Everyone in the family is awesome, such as him, who can never forget everything at a glance.

His father, his father, got six doctoral degrees.

The key is that the fucking family is the same, her mom has seven PhDs.

Then his father and his mother were not convinced! We are so powerful, why should we die early? Let’s combine!

So he was born. When he was seven years old, his parents suddenly died. They fell asleep and never woke up, leaving him with many property.

He is also awesome, and he has obtained a lot of doctoral degrees, a large group of houses at home, including store houses, etc., and a private laboratory.

He wants to enjoy a short life. Generally, people in the officialdom are regular customers. The main purpose is to ask for money and let him open a new company to increase the employment rate.

His main job is the administrator of the library he owns, and he just reads and plays every day.

Every day, I look for various books on the Internet, such as science magazines, county annals, etc., and I bought them after seeing them, and turned them into physical books and placed them in the library.

Some people enjoy women, today's woman, tomorrow's woman.

He was willing to study, especially when he saw someone coming into his library to find books, he gave him guidance. It was so cool.

Be happy is daily life, and you will wait for the moment to die, and you will have no regrets in life.

I really died. I was less than 30 years old. The only thing I am grateful for is that I have already arranged the assets I want to die.

All the assets of billions have been added to your own funds. I don’t care whether the subsequent professional managers can keep it. Anyway, I have been thinking about it.

"I died, and then I lived again. Does this mean? Is it the interstellar era? It doesn't look like it, and it feels a bit primitive."

Zhu Wentian used the crackling lightning and oil lamp to observe his environment, and he was not afraid at all.

At the same time, he also had some memories in his mind, which were very simple. Someone gave him food and ran around, and then he grew stronger and helped him work.

"What year is this? Why did you pull the plow in your memory? Ox? Just eat, be happy, and play with your children?

Your life is over, I have occupied your body, I want to say, your life is really enviable!

Everyone in the whole village is kind to you, even when you come to plow the land as a cattle."

Zhu Wentian muttered to look at the surrounding environment, then picked up the glutinous rice cake offered by others, took a bite, and slap it, making it sweet.

"Fool, how can fool get along with others? Oops!"

Zhu Wentian, who had eaten a glutinous rice cake, looked at the rain curtain in the lightning and looked sad.

He knew that he needed to continue living with this body, so how should he arrange his character?

"Hanhan, Hanhan, are you here?" As Zhu Wentian was thinking hard, a group of people shouted from outside.

He hesitated a little and took a deep breath: "Hehe, hehe..."

"It's great to be alive, hurry up, see how he is doing." A happy voice sounded outside again.

A moment later, a group of people ran to the entrance of the mountain temple. The inner leader was the first to step over the threshold and looked at the villagers guarding the village with a light and carefully said: "Sanhan?"

"Hehe!" Zhu Wentian accepted his fate.

The inner length got closer, touched Zhu Wentian's head with an empty hand and shouted, "I haven't been struck by lightning, I'm not stupid. I don't run out when I know it's raining and thunder."

Zhu Wentian: "..."

"Okay, OK!" The others cheered and squeezed in, wanting to see it with their own eyes.

People who can't squeeze out have waited for others to see and change positions. Someone went to adjust the eternal lights to see how much oil there is left.

"Hanhan, go, come home with me." The village chief put his hat on Zhu Wentian's head and began to take off his straw raincoat.

"Use mine, the village head, use mine." The villagers rushed to give the clothes to Zhu Wentian.

The inner-cup had already taken off the straw raincoat and put it on for Zhu Wentian again: "I'm leaving, it's time to wash my clothes."

"Dad, I'll take the offerings back to Hanhan." The son, who was born in the village, put glutinous rice cake in his pocket.

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the group returned to the village, with joy on their faces.

Zhu Wentian, who followed the team, originally considered leaving the village and living in another place, and the fool's character was difficult to maintain.

Seeing everyone worrying and happy for him alone, he found that he could not convince himself.

When he saw everyone's clothes and dresses, he compared the knowledge he had learned, it should belong to ancient times, plus the title of "little village chief", so... Ming Dynasty?

In which year of the Ming Dynasty? Was there a war? Where was it?

After thinking all the way, when I reached the range of someone, the people in the team shouted, "Han Han was not struck by lightning, I want to go home with the inner leader" to reassure others.

The lights in the room were extinguished one after another with shouts, and it was obvious that the villagers were waiting for news.

"Hehe, hehe..." When Zhu Wentian maintained his character, he tried hard not to let his tears fall.

He used to be a shortage of friends, he had too much money, and he was surrounded by good people. As for who really cared about him...

It’s different now. He is obviously a fool, but the whole village is concerned about it.

When Zhu Wentian came to the largest courtyard in the village, the head of the village was busy again, and the ginger candy water was poured.

***

The next morning, the sun was shining.

Based on "Memory", Zhu Wentian found the thatched house of the family to solve physiological problems and threw away a handful of hay, which was much better than bamboo slices and sticks.

"Hanhan, eat eggs, everyone will bring you something to eat, so I will leave you two eggs."

The head of the village smiled and put two boiled eggs in front of Zhu Wentian. Obviously, the eggs did not need to be peeled by others.

Zhu Wentian saw what others ate, thick rice porridge and pickles, were gone.

He thought about it again and again, and finally: "Hehehe, eat."

He peeled the eggs, stuttered in small bites, and tasted them carefully. It was so delicious that he had never eaten such delicious eggs since he was a child.

After a meal, the inner child touched Zhu Wentian's head: "Go and have fun, harvest rice in a few days, and then find you to work."

"Work, hehe! It's time to work!" Zhu Wentian jumped out.

It was raining heavily last night, and the roads in the village are now muddy, with small puddles one by one.

Based on his memory, Zhu Wentian came to his favorite place to stay, under a big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

In my memory, he likes to sit on the millstone under the tree and sees the villagers passing by, and he will go over to help if someone carries things.

If anyone grinds the noodles, he will be very happy and pushes the grinding.

Or some friends from the village are looking for him to play or call him to have a meal.

"The village doesn't seem very wealthy. Where is the key here? Looking around, there are only two small hills, the other plain, and behind the trees is a small river. How do I ask for useful information?"

Zhu Wentian sat on the millstone and continued to worry while swaying his legs.

There was a movement in the river behind him. He turned his head to see the ripples of water rippling irregular circles on the river surface.

Immediately afterwards, the two fish jumped out, and the ripples continued to ripple.

"I'll catch some fish, can I eat?" Zhu Wentian jumped off the millstone and started looking for tools.
Chapter completed!