The sky was overcast, just like the mood of people preparing for the autumn rice harvest.
In another twenty days, the rice can be harvested, dried, and put into warehouses. Unfortunately, God is not good. If there is a heavy rain, the losses will definitely increase.
The weather did not change according to people's wishes. The thunder kept ringing, and the sound seemed to shake the house down.
In Xiaqiu Village, Huangchi Town, Xuancheng Town, Ningguo Prefecture, the villagers looked at the lightning one after another through the paper windows at night, and listened to the continuous thunder, their eyes full of sadness.
"Mom, will Brother Hanhan be scared on the mountain? What if such a big thunder strikes him?"
One is a teenage girl lying on the bed, talking worriedly to her mother.
"Don't be afraid. There is a mountain god in the temple on the mountain who will bless you. The mountain god will bless you... Oh!" A woman's voice sounded.
"I'll go take a look tomorrow morning, mother, remember to boil an egg." The girl was still in a state of confusion.
"Okay, I'll go tomorrow. If I had known this, Hanhan should have been allowed to stay in the sacrificial hall. He has to go to the mountain temple." The woman's voice came up again.
"Yeah! It must be fine." The girl mumbled and turned over.
Something like this was said in the whole village, and everyone was worried about Hanhan.
Hanhan is a fool. The fool was invited by the village twelve years ago. At that time, there was a war. I saw a child from somewhere else. He was also silly. He couldn't speak at the age of two. He laughed at everyone he saw.
The village thinks it's a good idea for a child like this to come over and be a village guard.
According to the rules passed down from our ancestors, there must be a village guard in the village. He must be silly and naive, and he must be raised well until he dies, and then find someone similar to him.
The rule is: if there are no people to guard the village, there will be disaster.
People in the village originally had more than ten surnames, with Zhu as the main surname. Later, affected by the outcome of the war, other surnames followed Zhu.
There are 141 households in the village, with a population of 550, including Zhu Hanhan, who has 550 people.
You don’t want to be called a fool, you are a village guard! It's not good to call a fool, it's called Hanhan.
After raising it for twelve years, Hanhan would be given a portion of delicious food by any of the villagers. On weekdays, it was the village chief's family who provided food.
In normal times, Hanhan will arrange to live in a house or a sacrificial hall, and someone will accompany him in the sacrificial hall. Occasionally, Hanhan will go to the mountain temple, where everyone will make offerings, and the food left behind will be eaten by Hanhan.
Today was an unlucky day. Due to various factors, Hanhan was not at the memorial hall, let alone staying at the elder's house. The villagers couldn't help but worry.
The crackling lightning was accompanied by the roaring thunder, and everyone in the village was thinking about the village guard.
"No, I have to go take a look." The headman got up from the collapse, lit the oil lamp with flint, and went to the outhouse to take out the oil paper lantern.
As soon as he made any movement, the door of another room opened, and a young man rubbed his eyes: "Dad, I'll go with you."
"Go, put on your raincoat, go outside and see if your third uncle's house is asleep? If not, call him." The head of the house nodded.
The two of them came out and looked at other people's homes. As a result, people who couldn't sleep followed others to the mountain temple.
Their thoughts are the same. Nothing can happen to the village guards, let alone human beings! Even a dog will develop affection after being kept for twelve years.
***
The thunder and lightning continued, and an ever-burning 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 died, but I'm still alive. What is around me, a temple? It looks like it's not a temple, definitely not, nor a temple. The layout is different, so this is..."
Zhu Wentian muttered, but he was not worried at all. He still had a smile on his face and looked happy.
He is the descendant of a family that is said to be cursed. No one in the entire family has survived past the age of thirty.
Everyone in the family is awesome, like him, he has a photographic memory.
His father, his dad, has six doctorates.
The key is his mother, and the same goes for his family. Her mother has seven doctorates.
Then his father and mother were not convinced! We are so powerful, why should we die early? Let's get together!
So he was born, and his parents died suddenly when he was seven years old. He fell asleep and never woke up, leaving him with a lot of property.
He is equally awesome, has a bunch of PhDs, and has a large house in his house, including a commercial building and a private laboratory.
He wants to enjoy a short life. Generally, people in the officialdom are frequent visitors, and the main purpose is to ask him for money and let him open new companies to increase employment.
His main occupation is the administrator of the library he runs, and he just reads and plays every day.
I look for various books on the Internet every day, such as science magazines, county chronicles, etc. I buy them when I see them and turn them into physical books and put them in the library.
Some people enjoy women, this woman today, that woman tomorrow.
He is willing to read, especially when he sees someone coming into his library to look for a book and can't find it, he gives them advice and shows off, which is great.
Being happy is your daily life, and waiting for it to die all the time, you will have no regrets in life.
In the end, he died, and he was less than thirty years old. The only good thing to be thankful for is that he had arranged his assets well after he died.
All the billions of assets have gone into his own fund. It doesn’t matter whether the subsequent professional managers can hold on to it. Anyway, they have their thoughts in mind.
"I died, and then I came back to life. Is that what you mean? Is it the interstellar era? It doesn't look like it. It feels a bit primitive."
Zhu Wentian used the crackling lightning and the oil lamp to observe his environment. He was not afraid at all.
At the same time, he also had some memories in his mind, which were very simple. He was given food to eat and ran around. After he grew up and became strong, he helped with the work.
"What year is this? Why do I pull a plow in my memory? Cow wow? Just eat, be happy, and play with the children?"
Your life is over and I have taken over your body. I want to say that you are so enviable in this life!
The whole village is kind to you, and you smile even when you are plowing the fields as a cow. "
Zhu Wentian muttered and looked at the surrounding environment, then picked up the glutinous rice cake offered by others, took a bite, and his mouth tasted sweet.
"Idiot, how can a fool get along with others? Oops!"
Zhu Wentian, who had eaten a glutinous rice cake, looked at the rain curtain in the lightning with a sad face.
He knows that he needs to continue living in this body, so how should he arrange his character?
"Hanhan, Hanhan, Hanhan, are you there?" While Zhu Wentian was thinking hard, a group of people shouted from outside.
He hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath: "Hehe, hehehe..."
"Hanhan is alive. That's great. Come on, let's see how he is doing." Another happy-sounding voice came from outside.
After a while, a group of people ran to the entrance of the mountain temple. The head of the village was the first to cross the threshold. He picked up the lamp and looked at the village guard carefully: "Hanhan?"
"Hey!" Zhu Wentian accepted his fate.
The chief came closer, touched Zhu Wentian's head with his free hand, and shouted: "I haven't been struck by lightning. I'm not stupid. I know it's raining and thundering and I don't run out."
Zhu Wentian: "..."
"Okay, okay!" Others cheered and squeezed in, wanting to see it with their own eyes.
Those who couldn't fit in waited for others to take a look and change their positions. Some people ran to adjust the everlasting lamp to see how much lamp oil was left.
"Hanhan, let's go home with me." The chief put the bamboo hat on Zhu Wentian's head and began to take off his raincoat.
"Use mine, Li Chang, use mine." The villagers scrambled to give the clothes to Zhu Wentian.
The headmaster had already taken off his coir raincoat and put it on for Zhu Wentian: "Let's go, it happens that the clothes need to be washed."
"Dad, I'll bring the offerings back to Hanhan." The eldest son put the glutinous rice cakes 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 somewhere else, but it was difficult to maintain a fool's character.
At this moment, seeing everyone worried and happy about him alone, he found that he could not convince himself.
He saw the clothes and grooming of everyone, and compared it with the knowledge he had learned, it should belong to the ancient times, and with the title of 'Li Chang', then...Ming Dynasty?
What year is it in the Ming Dynasty? Are you going to fight? Where is your location?
After thinking about it all the way, when we reached the area where there were people, the people in the team shouted, "Hanhan has not been struck by lightning, please go home with the chief" to reassure others.
The lights in the house were extinguished one after another along with the shouts. It was obvious that the villagers were all waiting for news.
"Hehe, hehehe..." Zhu Wentian tried hard not to let his tears fall while maintaining his character.
He used to have no 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 cares about him.
After Zhu Wentian arrived at the largest courtyard in the village, the village chief's family was busy again, making ginger syrup.
***
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
Zhu Wentian found the hut of the village chief's family based on his 'memory', solved the physical problem, and threw away a handful of hay, which was much better than bamboo chips and sticks.
"Hanhan, eat eggs. Everyone has to bring you food, so I will leave two eggs for you."
Li Chang smiled and placed two boiled eggs in front of Zhu Wentian. Obviously, the eggs did not need help from others to peel them.
Zhu Wentian looked at what other people were eating. The thick rice porridge and pickles were gone.
He thought again and again, and finally said: "Hey, hey, eat."
He peeled the eggs, ate them in small bites, and tasted them carefully. They were so fragrant. He had never eaten such delicious eggs since he was a child.
After finishing the meal, the manager touched Zhu Wentian's head and said, "Go and play. I'll harvest rice in a few days and I'll find you to work again."
"Work, hehe! Work!" Zhu Wentian jumped out.
It rained heavily last night, and now the roads in the village are muddy, with small puddles one after another.
Based on his memory, Zhu Wentian came to his favorite place, under a big willow tree at the entrance of the village.
In his memory, he loved to sit on the millstone under the tree and look at the passing villagers. If someone was carrying something, he would go over and help.
If anyone grinds flour, he will be very happy and grind the mill.
Some friends from the village might come to play with him, or call him to eat.
"The village doesn't look very wealthy. Where is the key point here? Looking around, there are only two small hills, the rest is a plain, and behind the trees is a small river. How can I get useful information?"
Zhu Wentian sat on the millstone, dangling his legs and continued to worry.
'Poof' There was movement in the river behind him. He turned around and saw water ripples rippling in irregular circles on the surface of the river.
Then two fish jumped out, and the ripples continued.
"Shall I catch some fish?" Zhu Wentian jumped off the millstone and started looking for tools.
