Boom...Rumble...Boom...Rumble...
There was muffled thunder in the sky, and the earth was scorched by the sun.
Waves of heat were rising on the ground, and the fierce sunlight made the trees listless. Only Zhizhi screamed tiredly.
Lying under the shade of a tree, a skinny man was crawling up slowly!
This person's surname is Zhang, ranked sixth, also called Zhang Liu, and he is sixteen years old this year. name? There is no name for a person who doesn't have enough to eat. People in the village call him Gouzi, which was given by his mother. Children in the countryside all use a nickname to make a living.
He is quite handsome, and his skin is a little tanned by the sun. His body was thin and his skinny frame showed malnutrition at a glance. He is about 1.7 meters tall, which is considered an extraordinary performance of his genes in this era.
I live in Guangxi and come from a village called Datong not far away.
Due to hunger and illness, he was left alone at home. With a poor family, he didn't expect to have any land inheritance, so he could only rely on renting three acres of low-grade farmland from the landlord Huang's family in the town.
According to previous years, when the gods were kind, the yield per mu was about one stone. According to the principle of splitting the land rent in half, after excluding miscellaneous taxes, there would be about two bushels per mu left. There are six bushels per three acres, and with some wild vegetables and bran grains, you can barely eat enough, and you can still live a good life.
This year, however, the weather has been dry and not a drop of rain has fallen for several months. There are deep cracks in the rice fields. Although there is no shortage of water in the south, there is no rain for a long time, and the harvest of crops on the ground is very few.
The court would not care whether the harvest was good or not, but the tax revenue could not be reduced, and the income of the landlords and Manchu men could not be reduced either. Regardless of whether the untouchables sold their children, daughters, or themselves, they had to pay the money.
All kinds of exorbitant taxes and bandits from the surrounding areas also have to be involved, so the ordinary people are poor, the poor are poorer, and the poor are even poorer.
The tattered linen clothes on Zhang Liu's skinny body were extremely torn and dirty. The dirt here and there and the sweat stains turned the ephedra black and gave off bursts of sour smell.
Some people may say that he is too lazy to take a shower and change clothes. No one knew that he was busy working all day long. If it doesn't rain for a long time, the crops in the fields are not good, so we have to carry water from the river several miles away every day to spread on the crops.
Otherwise, what should I do if someone from the dynasty wants to collect taxes? How do you give the landowner a harvest when he comes to ask for it? How to pay back the rent owed? How to deal with other miscellaneous taxes?
Working from morning to night, there was no food to eat every day, so they could only eat thin rice porridge with wild vegetables and bran without oil and salt. The tattered linen clothes on my body were the only clothes in the house, and I spent all my time in the shower and changing clothes as a luxury!
This way, I can survive as long as I can.
However, a few days ago. The bandits who were directly connected to the mountain dozens of miles away told them that they would come to collect grain in two days and asked each household to give at least one load of rice. Anyone who dared not to give it would be sent to see the King of Hell.
Looking at the rice vat with only a few handfuls of rice left, Zhang Liu, like most of the villagers, packed up his last possessions and ran away to escape. The crops in the fields were not fully mature, so naturally he couldn't control much. .
In order to save some food and eat for a few more days, he ate one meal of gruel every day. Therefore, Zhang Liu, who had been hungry for a long time, lay in the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness and passed away like this.
Zhang Liu was happy when he was sleeping, dreaming of eating all kinds of feasts he had never seen before. The people who woke up at this moment came here eating a feast of various foods.
A different Zhang Liu, a soul from the future traveled into the body of this deceased person.
At this moment, Zhang Rui woke up with a splitting headache. Looking at the two skinny hands, I couldn't help but soften my eyes. He touched his head in disbelief, and was even more surprised to find that there was a shameful greasy braid in the middle of his bare head.
At this time, Zhang Liu's memory slowly followed. Pieces of memories were constantly impacting Zhang Rui's thinking. After a period of splitting headache, Zhang Rui finally understood the fact that he had traveled through time.
"It's me, the Qing Dynasty, or Mr. Qianlong, Huang Ama who returned the pearls. Wearing the Qing Dynasty will not rebel, and the chrysanthemum will cover the electric drill. But this is Mr. Qianlong. At this time, most of the wars that should be settled have been put down, and the remaining little It's just a small joke. The key is that this is the prosperous age that Qingchui's slave Baoyi said. Without the majority of people who can't live, it's still a joke." After obtaining Zhang Liu's memory, Zhang Rui murmured.
Finally, Zhang Rui, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, couldn't help but yell. But in the end the only thing that responded to him was the echo of the open space, and a few calls of passing birds! ! !
"This is absolutely the abyss mode. God wants to play with me, so that's not how I play!" After a wry smile, Zhang Rui could only face reality.
On a hot noon, there was thunder but no rain, and only cicadas could stop shouting tiredly.
His stomach was growling, and Zhang Rui, who had taken over Zhang Liu's body, began to feel hungry. What I remember is that I just had a big meal, but now I know the ironclad fact that my stomach does not lie.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Rui couldn't help but ask God again whether he had been tortured by the above and was thrown to this damn place to suffer.
"Hey, I really miss the air conditioning and soda drinks at home! A few more steaks would be great. A few bowls of rice with meat would also be fine!"
Fantasy is always intoxicating, but reality is: "jijijigugu"
My stomach growled again.
Sure enough, being hungry is not an ordinary discomfort. Without the support of calories, the body is constantly trembling in protest, and bursts of cold sweat break out.
"No wonder people who don't have enough to eat rebel even if they risk being beheaded."
Zhang Rui can no longer endure hunger. If he doesn't eat anymore, he may become the most tragic time traveler.
The ant is still alive, let alone that he has just been resurrected. If you die just after being transported through time, and if you die again, it’s hard to say whether you will be able to travel through time again. Maybe it will be interesting if you cross over to a primitive society.
"Hey, it's better to die than to live. You can only look at your own ability and take it one step at a time." Zhang Rui, who had figured it out, no longer struggled.
With the help of Zhang Liu's memory, Zhang Rui found the only bit of food in the package - a rice ball.
Looking at the leftovers, Zhang Rui couldn't help but complain. Zhang Liu was prepared to eat just this for two days.
Zhang Rui didn't want to think too much at this time. After eating the last few cold leftovers in the package, Zhang Rui still didn't feel them entering his stomach at all.
I looked at the package and carried it with me in a bamboo tube filled with water, regardless of whether it contained raw water or not. After pouring water into my stomach and drinking water from the bamboo tube, my stomach felt a little better.
Then, Zhang Rui stood up. Relying on Zhang Liu's memory, he walked to the village to see if he could find something to eat.
The sun sets in the west, evening
After walking for a long time with twists and turns, uphill and downhill, Zhang Rui finally returned to this familiar yet unfamiliar village - Datong Village.
A small village with only about thirty households. Most of the people in the village are farm tenants who moved from outside, so their surnames are quite mixed. The total population is not large, about two hundred people, about sixty or seventy years old.
The village is built around a valley. There is a small river not far away, which is convenient for fetching water for drinking, washing, and cooking.
The clear, sweet and cool river water is a good place for swimming and splashing in the hot summer. However, the current water in the river is only up to the ankles, which is only enough for fetching water for cooking.
The entire village, except for the two landlords Huang Fugui and Li Decai in the town, had brick houses that they used to collect rent. The other six families, whose families were slightly better off, built mud-brick and tile houses, while the rest were mostly mud-brick and straw houses and a few wooden straw houses.
The houses were built a bit haphazardly, and they didn't look much better than those messy slums.
"We're finally back." At this time, Zhang Rui, who was standing on the hillside looking down, gasped and said
"This is the so-called prosperous age. If I could travel back in time, I wouldn't even be an emperor. God wouldn't give me any time-travel artifacts or anything like that. It's really unfair. Don't other people who travel back in time bring some highly intelligent systems or artifacts with them? Why do I have nothing?"
After half a day of inspection, Zhang Rui found that he had nothing but strength.
There is no strange intelligent voice in the brain, no spatial system, no belt-wearing artifact. This strength is probably inherent in this body. It can probably carry one or two hundred kilograms of things, and can shoot a one-stone bow with two or three arrows.
In ancient times, which were known for their strength, this strength could only be said to be strong for ordinary people, but for those who practiced martial arts, it was only average. There is no need to think about divine power or anything like that.
"Chi Chi Chi Gu Gu"
My stomach protested again. What I ate in the morning could not sustain me until the evening. I couldn't help feeling bored here.
"No need to call, we will eat it soon." Zhang Rui weighed the pheasant in his hand and said.
It seems that Zhang Rui was lucky. When he was walking back to the village, he found a patch of wild vegetables that had not been picked. When he was going to pick wild vegetables, he found this pheasant.
At that time, he was still about 20 meters away from the pheasant. Zhang Rui threw the iron pan and the kitchen knife he was carrying without thinking, and the unlucky pheasant died like this.
The reason why Zhang Rui is so accurate in throwing is also due to the fact that when he was a boy, his neighbor's grandfather, who was known as the "Special Forces", trained him for several years out of boredom.
Looking at the pheasant in his hand and feeling the weight of the wild vegetables on his back, Zhang Rui felt that he had food in his hand and was not worried.
Zhang Liu's house is on the west side of the village, on the edge of the village. Because it is relatively marginal, he didn't meet anyone on the way back.
Being familiar with Zhang Liu's memory for most of the day, Zhang Rui returned to his home naturally.
Looking at this low, dark, mud-brick and straw house, Zhang Rui couldn't help but feel depressed again, and cursed again in his heart: "What bad thing did I do to come here to suffer such a crime? It's really hahaha, it's just that it's better than the wooden one." Just a little!”
Opened the only lock with the only key. After entering the house and taking a quick look, Zhang Rui felt that his brain instantly understood the word "house with four walls".
There was a stove set up with three pieces of wood next to an empty wooden frame window on the left side of the house. There was an iron pot on top and firewood was burning underneath. There was some unburned wood inside, and there was a lot of firewood placed next to it.
Not far away was a water tank with some corners missing, covered with an old wooden lid. In the middle of the room, there is an old and simple wooden table and two benches.
There are three rooms on the right. Except for the room near the door, which has a rag covering the door, the other two rooms have firewood and urinals respectively. You can smell the mixed smell of these two things at the door.
When a person is hungry, his brain will only think about how to find something to fill his stomach, instead of lamenting about this and that.
Zhang Rui now only thinks about making fire and cooking to fill his stomach. So he took off the iron pot from his back and put it on the shelf. Fortunately, he didn't smash the iron pot when he threw it out, otherwise he would be in trouble.
There was still some water in the water tank at home that had not been used up before, so Zhang Rui directly used a spoon to fill the iron pot with water. He picked up the flint next to him and crackled for more than half an hour before finally lighting the fire.
From cooking to eating, it took more than two minutes. This was still the fastest method: after plucking the pheasant, throw away the internal organs and put it directly into the water to cook with the wild vegetables.
It was around eight o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, it was summer, the days were long and the nights were short, and it was not completely dark yet.
Even so, it was dark inside the house. There was no oil lamp at home, so we had to rely on the light of the campfire for lighting. Logically speaking, most people in this era have night blindness. I don’t know if Zhang Liu ate too many wild vegetables or if he is a bitch and has no life. Anyway, this body does not have it. This is the only existence that Zhang Rui is relatively satisfied with.
Looking at the wild vegetables in the broken bowl and the chicken in the pot, Zhang Rui felt that he was finally relieved and could eat.
"It's a pity that there is no salt, otherwise it could be more delicious!" Zhang Rui sighed after eating a chicken leg with a bowl of wild vegetable soup.
If I hadn't always had the common sense not to eat when I'm hungry for a long time, I'd probably have eaten the whole chicken and the half-pot of wild vegetables in a short time.
People are most afraid of being quiet after eating a chicken leg and two bowls of wild vegetable and pheasant soup. While quietly looking at the crackling light of the burning firewood, Zhang Rui realized how terrifying the silence was. It felt like a scourge was about to engulf itself, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
On a hot day, you should be spending time lying on the sofa with the air conditioner blowing, eating snacks, drinking soda, and watching TV. But now you can only quietly warm yourself by the fire on a hot day.
Since ancient times, it has been easy to go from poverty to luxury, and from luxury to poverty. If it's still Zhang Liu's knowledge or nothing. But Zhang Rui, who had seen electric lights and air conditioners, eaten ice cream, drank soda, and enjoyed all kinds of delicacies, felt that he just wanted to cry at this scene, but in fact he couldn't help but shed tears.
After crying sadly for a while, Zhang Rui suddenly felt uncomfortable all over and realized that he hadn't taken a shower yet.
As a modern person, I can't stand this hot weather without taking a shower, and I haven't taken a shower in the past few days. Today's work made the smell of sweat all over the body even stronger, and the whole body became sticky.
By the light of the fire, when the last bit of water in the water tank was used up, Zhang Rui finally completed the most basic bathing and washing of clothes for a modern person, that is, the greasy tail on his head was not washed.
There is only the rat tail on the bare head, so naturally it can't be said to be blowing. Zhang Rui, who was tired and didn't dare to think too much, just fell asleep!
A tiring day, a sad day, a day without enough to eat, this is a day that travels back to a prosperous age.
