Big week.
God bless the first year.
In Youyang County under the jurisdiction of Jiangning Prefecture, there is a small village called Xiyin Village.
It was already midnight at this time.
The cool breeze blows, the night is blurry, the hazy moonlight shines on the clear river, and the gauze-like mist lingers.
Xiyin Village was supposed to be quiet in the dead of night, but in a small courtyard there were people barking and dogs making it very noisy.
Wei Chen's consciousness was in a trance, floating in the endless darkness, until the discomfort coming from his body woke him up.
The feeling of exhaustion emanates from the bone marrow, the whole body is cold and weak, and the limbs seem to have been separated from the body. This feeling is enough to make people despair.
But Wei Chen was very happy, because after a long period of unconsciousness, he finally had such a thing as "feeling" for the first time.
Regardless of whether this feeling was pain or pleasure, at least it proved that he was still alive.
Wei Chen was an orphan. He was admitted to the university and passed the graduate school through his own efforts. After graduation, he stayed in school and worked as a glorious librarian in the school library.
The job is stable, the salary is enough to support myself, I tidy up the bookshelf every day, and I can freely access the books in the library. My life can be said to be quite leisurely and comfortable.
However, a sudden fire disrupted Wei Chen's peaceful life.
The fire swept through the library covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, and countless precious classics were reduced to ashes in an instant. Under the raging fire, Wei Chen, who was in the library, was not spared, and was eventually buried in the sea of fire together with millions of books.
Since then, his consciousness has fallen into boundless darkness, unconscious.
But now, Wei Chen finally has consciousness and can even hear the vague sounds from the outside world. Although he is still weak and cannot open his eyes, no matter what, this is a gratifying thing.
until……
"Wei Chen? Who is that!"
Wei Chen, who gradually regained consciousness, was suddenly shocked. He suddenly found that there was an inexplicable memory in his mind that did not belong to him.
This memory named "Wei Chen" is not long, only about six or seven years old. Although it is trivial, it is very complete, as if it is a completely different person's life.
Wei Chen struggled to open his eyes to see what was going on around him, but his thin eyelids were so fragile that even though Wei Chen tried his best, he could barely move his eyelids once or twice.
"Wake up, wake up! Dad, aunt, brother Chen is awake!"
A slightly childish voice sounded, and the tone was full of surprise.
Then there was the noise of people walking and pulling stools, and Wei Chen heard the excited voices of a man and a woman.
"Okay, okay, it'll be good if you can move. After drinking so much medicine, I'm finally getting better!"
"Oh, this baby has a really hard life. His parents passed away early, and now he is infected with wind evil. In order to cure the disease and get medicine, all the more than ten acres of good paddy fields left at home have been used. He is only ten years old. If you have no one to rely on, how will you live in the future?"
"Why are you talking about this? Brother Mingzhao has been so kind to me. Now that he is gone, I must keep his only incense even if I sacrifice my own life!"
Wei Chen's heart sank little by little as he listened to the conversation between the couple.
"Really, time travel? Is this the Ming and Qing Dynasties, or the Tang and Song Dynasties? It can't be the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, right? That would really kill you!"
Recalling some time-travel novels he had read in the past, Wei Chen's mood became more and more confusing.
If you really go back to the past world after a thousand years, how should you face all this, and how should you live on?
The chaotic thoughts continued to consume Wei Chen's little energy, and soon he fell into an endless sleep again.
…
After not knowing how long he had been asleep, Wei Chen woke up again. This time, he finally had the strength to open his eyelids.
Opening your eyes, the first thing that caught your eye was a flickering dim light and a puff of slightly pungent smoke.
"It's really an oil lamp."
Seeing this thing with obvious flavor of the times, Wei Chen couldn't help but sigh.
He rolled his eyes and scanned the room he was in.
The room was very small, only about five or six square meters, and the furnishings in the room were even more simple. There was only a table, a bed and a stool. A dark oil lamp was lit on the table, which could not fully illuminate even such a small room.
Although he couldn't see the whole house clearly, Wei Chen could still see the rough wall made of rammed loess beside him, and the surface of the wall still had black color accumulated over time.
"It seems that we have really traveled through time."
After seeing clearly where he was, Wei Chen smiled bitterly and finally confirmed the fact that he didn't want to admit.
If time travel happened in a novel, it might be interesting, but if it happened to me, it would be a blessing and a curse.
If nothing else, the medical conditions in ancient times were very worrying. The experiences of his predecessor were still there. A small bout of typhoid ruthlessly took away his life.
Although Wei Chen came from time travel, he was still a mortal body. He was not so naive as to think that his aura protected his body, and even diseases would give him a small amount of skin.
"Anyway, I probably won't be able to go back for a while, so I'd better understand my situation first..."
Wei Chen let out a long breath, tried to straighten his mood, and began to search carefully for the memory he had obtained before, hoping to find some useful information.
Today is the first year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a dynasty that Wei Chen has never heard of in his previous life.
Today's emperor is named Zhao Zhen. He came to the throne at the age of thirteen and has been in power for thirty-four years.
In the winter of the year before last, Zhao Zhen suddenly fell seriously ill, and all the medical officials in the imperial hospital were helpless. The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were well prepared for the death of the emperor and the mourning of the whole country.
However, when spring came and flowers bloomed the next year, Zhao Zhen's illness miraculously improved. Even the well-informed imperial physician could not find the reason. In the end, he could only attribute it to the emperor's virtuousness and heaven's blessing.
Zhao Zhen, who narrowly escaped death, changed his reign name to Tianyou in order to thank God for his blessing and protection. This year is the first year after the change of reign name, and it is the first year of Tianyou.
The body of a ten-year-old child occupied by Wei Chen, whose real name is Wei Chen, is a hard-working schoolboy who has been in elementary school for three years and cannot even memorize the Three-Character Classic.
Last winter, Wei Chen slipped and fell into the water and almost died.
Although he was fortunate enough to be rescued by a kind-hearted person who was passing by, Wei Chen was young and weak, and he had been soaked in cold water for too long. He fell seriously ill as soon as he returned home, and his illness lasted to this day.
Wei Chen's parents died, and he was all alone. During these days of lingering on the sickbed, if the Zhang couple next door had not taken good care of him and provided him with medical consultations, Wei Chen might have died in the house without anyone knowing.
In fact, before Wei Chen fell ill, the conditions of his family were not bad. This was all due to the wealth that Wei Chen's father had saved for him during his lifetime.
Wei Chen's father was named Wei Mingzhao. He was smart since he was a child. At the age of twenty-two, he passed the college entrance examination and became a junior student who received rice every month.
The so-called Linsheng refers to selecting some outstanding talents from among the scholars who have passed the county examination, government examination, and college examination, so that they can enjoy the support of the state, so that they can concentrate on their studies.
Wei Mingzhao had no background and no connections. He was able to receive such treatment because he stood out from the crowd based on his ability. From this, we can also see that he was highly talented in the imperial examination.
After passing the examination as a scholar, Wei Mingzhao did not slack off at all. Instead, he worked harder and studied harder. He would get up when he heard the rooster crow at five o'clock every day, and he would still stay up late at night to study at the third o'clock in the night.
In the eyes of his teachers and classmates, Wei Mingzhao was the most promising talent among all the students in Youyang County that year to pass the provincial examination high school.
something unexpected may happen any time.
Wei Mingzhao, who arrived in the provincial capital to take part in the provincial examination, suddenly fell ill for some reason on the eve of the provincial examination.
Illness comes like a mountain.
Wei Mingzhao had a high fever and his consciousness was a little blurry, but he was unwilling to miss the triennial provincial examination and insisted on taking the examination despite his illness.
With the help of his classmates and friends, Wei Mingzhao reluctantly entered the examination room, but found that he could not even hold a pen.
In the cramped examination room, Wei Mingzhao looked helpless, anxious and helpless. His mouth was dry and his eyes were filled with stars. Finally, he was so angry that he let out a weak whimper, then lost consciousness and collapsed in the examination room. among.
After the first round of the provincial examination, when the clerk who came to collect the papers found Wei Mingzhao, Wei Mingzhao was already dead.
News of Wei Mingzhao's death soon spread to Xiyin Village. Wei Chen's mother, Song Ying, who was waiting for her husband to return from high school at home, suddenly heard the bad news. She vomited three liters of blood on the spot and passed away soon after due to excessive grief.
The originally happy and prosperous little family was shattered almost overnight, leaving only the ignorant little Wei Chen, who was not yet three years old this year.
Fortunately, Wei Mingzhao left more than ten acres of good paddy fields to Wei Chen before he passed away, so that Wei Chen could rely on him and not follow his parents to the underworld not long after he was born.
Before Song Ying died, she entrusted Wei Chen to her neighbor Zhang and his wife, and the dozen acres of land at home were also given to the Zhang and his wife for farming, which probably meant Wei Chen's alimony.
Zhang Ming is a foreigner. When he first came to Xiyin Village, he was often bullied and bullied by other villagers. It was only with the help of Wei Mingzhao that Zhang Ming was able to gain a foothold in Xiyin Village. In addition, Wei Mingzhao already had a crush on Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming could be said to be grateful to the Wei family for saving his life.
Under the love of the house, Zhang Ming treated Wei Chen, Wei Mingzhao's only flesh and blood, as if he were his own. He not only followed Song Ying's last words to raise Wei Chen safely, but also kept emphasizing to Wei Chen that the dozen acres of land left by Wei Chen's parents He only cultivated the land for Wei Chen, and when Wei Chen came of age, he would definitely return it as it was.
With such a character, it was not in vain that Wei Mingzhao and his wife entrusted their youngest son to him.
However, Wei Chen vaguely heard the conversation between Zhang and his wife before, and it seemed that in order to hire a doctor to treat Wei Chen's illness, they had no choice but to sell all the land.
"So, am I not completely broke now?"
Wei Chen almost spit out a mouthful of blood when he thought of this.
The treatment I received during time travel is too miserable. It doesn’t matter if I don’t have a father or a mother. Now I don’t even have the foundation of my life left by my parents!
