‘Book?’

When Chen Shusheng saw the books in the soil, he was suddenly stunned.

But as a book lover, he immediately picked up the book and gently brushed away the rain with his sleeves.

Then, without thinking much, he picked up the oilcloth and walked towards the ruined temple in the rain.

Wait until you get to the temple.

I looked at the slightly cleaner straw mats around and a pile of slightly dry firewood and hay in the corner.

Mix and match hay and firewood.

Chen Shusheng took out the fire fold wrapped in oilcloth from his arms.

Although it was not soaked, given his strength, he blew hard several times in a short period of time before finally blowing.

Light the firewood.

He rubbed his hands, then suddenly remembered the book, and opened it carefully to prevent the pages from being easily torn after being soaked.

Who knows what kind of material these pages are made of, but the inside is as dry as new.

When Chen Shusheng saw this scene, he was also curious and couldn't help but look at the contents inside.

He opened the middle page, which described Huai County.

Huai County is a county within Lingcheng in the Wu Dynasty.

Although there is nothing special, the winter scenery illustrated in it makes people yearn for it, and people can't help but admire the artist's skills.

Looking at it, it feels like visiting the county in person, or standing on the official road outside the county, admiring the beautiful scenery in winter.

This made Chen Shusheng feel emotional, it would be great if he could go and see it with his own eyes.

But it also followed his thoughts.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when he woke up in the next moment, he found that the scene around him had changed.

In the ruined temple, he fell asleep next to the fire.

But in a dream.

Chen Shusheng was surprised to find that he appeared on a deserted official road.

There are dark mountains and forests on both sides, and the cold winter wind surrounds you.

Before he had time to think too much about this magical place, he couldn't help but tighten his tight clothes.

It's really too cold.

Everything here seems real.

Did he really come to the world in this book?

Chen Shusheng was thinking about it and was feeling surprised.

Not far away, eight merchants suddenly walked up.

They were towing a cart with a goat on it.

One of the leading merchants, when he saw someone wearing thin clothes in front of him, took a piece of clothing from the car and handed it to the scholar who subconsciously took it.

When Chen Shusheng reacted, he thought it was only for a moment, but when he turned around, he found that the eight merchants had walked into the forest, and only the sound of their words and conversation could be heard.

"Brother Li, I heard you say this, is this the nearest road?"

"If you go to Huai County, the shortest way is to take the detour through the forest..."

While they were talking, they disappeared for a moment.

Chen Shusheng didn’t find anything strange either.

However, he was favored by others, so he did not put on his clothes directly. Instead, he chased the eight people in the direction they left, preparing to thank them in person.

He just chased him into the forest, chased for a long distance, passed through the mountains and forests, chased him to the official road, chased him until the moon set and the sun rose, until he was out of breath and saw no one, but arrived in front of a county gate.
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The county name is ‘Huai County’

When Chen Shusheng saw the inhabited county town, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

It seems like he has been chasing for a whole day?

From yesterday evening to early this morning?

When did he have such good physical strength?

He approached the county in confusion and looked at the oil film and rice porridge on the food stall.

Now if he really chased for a whole day, then he had not eaten for more than a day.

But I don’t have any money, so the clothes were given by kind people.

So he can only stand here and smell the fragrance.

This stop only takes half a day.

Or maybe time flies by quickly.

Before he knew it, he stood from morning to noon.

When the stall owner closed the stall, he saw Scholar Chen looking at the remaining rice porridge on the stove, so he said hello, "Hey, scholar, don't stand and watch, come to us and have a taste.
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Although our rice porridge in Huai County is not as good as that in Qing County, it is still a craft that has been passed down from Qing County!"

"Qing County?" Chen Shusheng suddenly came to his senses after being called out by the stall owner, and found that he had been standing for a long time.

But he knew it, but he couldn't remember when they added these two counties to the court?

Huai County?

Qing County?

Which one is that?

But then, he remembered that this was the world in a book.

It was so real that he had forgotten that he was in the book world.

It's just that he just thought of this.

People were already sitting at the stall and eating this bowl of fragrant rice porridge.

Chen Shusheng was relieved of his hunger for a moment, and he was only grateful to the stall owner.

But again later.

An old man suddenly came from a distance and asked him if he knew how to learn.

Although Chen Shusheng didn't recognize the old man, he nodded.

As the only son of the chief registrar of Xiang County, he has attended private school since he was a child. He also loves reading and is quite knowledgeable.

So after the old man heard about it, he didn't ask where he was going or where he came from.

Just like that, I invited him to teach in a private school.

Thinking about his livelihood without food, Chen Shusheng also followed the dean of the private school to a private school in the north of the county.

Just like that, after a few days of familiarity.

He gradually started teaching in a private school in Huai County.

Although he occasionally thought that this place was in a dream, as time went by, his thoughts became weaker and weaker.

So indifferent that he forgot his own life experience and "Wu Bei Ji".

I just remember that he was traveling, and finally settled in Huai County, where he started teaching.

But every morning, he would still go to the stall at the beginning to drink porridge, thanking the stall owner for his kindness.

Just as March passed.

When he came to the tea stall to drink porridge again, he felt something was wrong with the porridge.

It’s different from the fragrance of the past few days.

Today's porridge seemed a bit bitter to him.

I didn’t think much about it.

I will go to teach in a private school soon.

There are new students here today, so we can’t be late.

Waiting to come to the tea stall again the next day.

The porridge has regained its previous taste and is still so delicious.

He stopped thinking about it.
To be continued...