Speaking of reincarnation, Li Ping'an couldn't help but feel any excitement at this time. After all, thirteen years have passed, and the memory of his previous life is still very vague, and he usually won't think of it if he doesn't think about it deliberately.
He didn't feel sorry for the death in his previous life, but felt a sense of relief. He was born under a red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. Like most ordinary people, he had a harmonious family and had a happy time, but everything changed when he was seventeen years old.
He was diagnosed with systemic lupus erythematosus—an autoimmune inflammatory connective tissue disease that affects multiple organs and affects multiple organs, with a male-to-female ratio of 1:10—and later developed mild pulmonary hypertension that turned into severe disease. He died at the age of thirty after rescue failed.
During the thirteen years of illness, he always endured the torment of illness. Ordinary families were also affected by his illness. His parents' hair turned gray early, and even his brother, who was two years younger than him, lost the money he earned from working. After using it on him, he actually had no savings at all after ten years.
Until the year he died, his family didn't even have the tens of thousands of yuan in gift money for his younger brother's wedding. It wasn't that he couldn't get it, but he didn't dare to get it, for fear that one day he would suddenly have to go to the hospital for rescue.
Li Ping'an felt that it was a good thing that he died. For him, he could finally be freed from the torture of his illness, and for his family, he no longer had to bear this heavy burden.
I just feel sorry for my parents, who sent a white-headed man to a black-haired one, I feel bad that my brother's good years were dragged down by him, and I feel bad that their long-term investment has finally been wasted.
For some unknown reason, after he died and opened his eyes again, he came to this world and became a newborn baby waiting to be fed, still carrying the memories of his previous life.
In the past thirteen years, he has cautiously explored the world bit by bit. This is an era similar to ancient China. The current country is named Jing, and the current emperor is the founding emperor. The reign name is Kaitong. The year he was born was the fourth year of Kaitong. Year.
Before the founding of the Dajing Kingdom, this land was torn apart. There were many separatist regimes inside and outside, and it was also invaded from the outside. The war lasted for more than seventy years.
Li Pingan feels that it is similar to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms he knew in his previous life. Even the experience of founding the country today is similar to that of Song Taizu in his time and space. But the difference is that after the Dajing Dynasty spent seven or eight years to quell internal troubles and unify the country, it spent a few years sharpening its sword to regain the lost territory. In the past seven years, it went on three expeditions, all of which were complete victories, and all the lost territory was recovered.
I heard that the army set out again in the spring of this year, this time heading north, aiming to open up new territory. Today, I want to use his tremendous achievements in opening up new territories to eliminate some disgraceful opinions about his means of ascending to the throne.
This was what Li Ping'an heard from a passing businessman from the capital in the county town. There was also some other news, such as the fact that this year the prince began to supervise the country. Li Ping'an doesn't care about the outcome of this expedition, nor does he care about who is sitting on the throne. Those are too far away from him. He only knows that if the wars continue for years, the lives of the people will be difficult.
However, although there is insufficient food and clothing, and food prices are relatively high, the troubled times are finally over, and people's lives can be considered stable. For most people, this kind of life is very good, at least they don't have to worry about sudden changes. If there are bandits and wars, don't worry that there will be no tomorrow after today.
He would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. Li Ping'an is lucky. He did not grow up in troubled times. His grandfather fled with his family from a separatist regime in the south to the Jing Dynasty in the first year of Kaitong in order to escape the war. His father married and raised his son here, and he was able to grow up in a relatively stable environment.
But compared with his previous life, his life in this life has plummeted. What's even more cruel is that he has the memory of his previous life. In order to integrate into the backward and ignorant feudal era, the ideological collision made him struggle and torture.
What makes him sad is that he has lived in this world for thirteen years, and the modern knowledge of his previous life as an ordinary person did not allow him to find an easy way to make a fortune here. So far, he has only brought one heirloom business to his family, which is making tofu and bean cakes.
"What are you thinking about? It's all on fire."
The woman's voice brought Li Ping'an back from his thoughts. He quickly pushed the firewood in and turned to look at the woman who came in from the door with an oil lamp. "Mom, are you up?"
"When I went to your room, I only saw Fugui and Xinglong. I looked at the light in the kitchen and came over to have a look." The woman put out the oil lamp, opened the lid of the pot and took a look, "When did you wake up? Why didn't you go back to sleep? "
"I had a nightmare. I woke up with a fright. I couldn't sleep. I don't know what time it was, so I stopped sleeping." Li Ping'an told his mother Chen Dajuan about the content of the nightmare, "Mom, I'm very panicked now. What did you say? If it is true, what should we do? Do you think this is a warning from God? "
He had never encountered a major disaster in his two lives, and this was the first time he had such a nightmare. Even in his dream, he seemed so small and powerless in the face of the wrath of nature. , the more I think about it, the more I get scared.
In the light of the fire, Chen Dajuan saw her usually steady eldest son showing a rare expression of panic. She quickly hugged his head and pressed it against hers, gently touching him and comforting him: "Nightmares are also dreams. Don't worry too much. Mother knows you." He is a child with an active mind. When it gets brighter, I will ask your father to go and have a look in the stream."
After greedily enjoying the maternal love for a moment, Li Ping'an moved his head away from his mother and said, "Mom, I'm fine. I'll go take a look with dad later."
"You might as well go and have a look. At least you can feel at ease after seeing it." Chen Dajuan said, opening the wooden barrel covered with wooden boards next to the stove. It contained the soybeans soaked last night. She said distressedly, "Can we go out today?" I went to sell tofu, and these few kilograms of soybeans were soaked in vain."
"It's not soaked in vain. If we can't sell it, we will make it for ourselves. My aunts, uncles, grandparents, and aunts will send some to their homes." Li Ping'an poured out the soaked soybeans in the bucket, filtered the water, and then took the stone Grinding pulp in the mill shed.
Chen Dajuan looked at Li Pingan's figure, turned around, walked back to the room angrily, and slapped the snoring Li Erlin.
His son was already up working, how could he, a father, sleep? Still sleeping so soundly?
Li Erlin slept deeply. Chen Dajuan was worried about disturbing her younger daughter on the bed and her eldest daughter in the back room. She didn't dare to shout loudly, so she kept pushing and hitting her. It took a lot of effort to wake Li Erlin up.
"What's going on?" Li Erlin's mood was very stable, and he had no temper after being woken up so abruptly. Instead, he was concerned about his little daughter who was sleeping next to him, and subconsciously lowered his voice when asking questions.
Chen Dajuan told Li Erlin about Li Ping'an's nightmare. Li Erlin immediately became more energetic when he heard the sound of wind and rain outside. He quickly got up and got dressed, "I want to go and have a look. Even if the river water doesn't rise, the fields will also be flooded." have a look."
It is now May, which is the maturity period of rice, and the summer harvest is around the corner. If the rice is flooded, the yield and harvest will definitely be reduced. You must know that the output of this field is the most important and largest income for farmers. Apart from paying taxes, the rest will basically be sold. In addition to buying some daily necessities that cannot be self-sufficient, the money earned is to buy Cheap, aged brown rice that lasts until the autumn harvest.
Only in this way can we barely eat enough and save some money at the same time. It’s really impossible to have no money, otherwise you won’t be able to hire a doctor or buy medicine if you get sick.
From ancient times to the present, farmers' lives have always been so difficult if they just farmed and had no other livelihood.
