A quietly coming autumn rain has been falling for ten days, and the rain is not heavy. With a hint of late autumn chill, it hits the vast field.

Piles of dark gray clouds pressed down on the earth. It was already late autumn, and the woods were bare. The autumn rain washed the old trees, but the ruthless autumn stripped off their beautiful clothes, making them stand gloomy. The brown moss covered the deep wrinkles on their bark.

This autumn rain that lasted for ten days also made the ground particularly muddy. Even the official road was filled with turbid puddles and mud, making it difficult for pedestrians to move forward. Only by relying on their animal power can they barely walk slowly on the muddy official road.

This is Tangyin County under the jurisdiction of Xiangzhou, the West Road of Hebei Road, the Song Dynasty. A wide and flat official road runs through the entire county. Usually, pedestrians travel from south to north and are very lively, but under God's tricks, it is difficult to see pedestrians again on the official road.

To the east of the official road is an endless large wheat field. The autumn wheat has been harvested, and the wheat fields have become bare, with human-shaped wheat piles standing everywhere. In the distance, you can see huge water trucks. There are water trucks and rivers. The soup is under the water trucks, flowing quietly to the east, and finally injecting into the wider sparkling Yongji Canal.

A few miles west of the official road, a small village was shrouded in the misty rain and fog.

A man finally appeared on the empty official road. He was about thirty years old, but his eyebrows were quite pretty and had a long and sick yellow face. However, I believe that if he had a few meals, his skin on his face should be whiter than that of a big girl. At first glance, he was not a rude farmer who was fiddling with farm work, but a scholar.

He did not hold an umbrella, and his thin and thin body was trembling with cold wind and rain. He had to hold his hands on his chest, try to wrap his small body like a sorghum pole as tightly as possible in a white cool shirt, and run towards the village opposite the official road with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

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The village is called Li Wencun, with thirty or forty families. Half of the people in the village have the surname Li, and most of them have blood ties that are far or near.

As soon as the man walked to the entrance of the village, he suddenly screamed in surprise. He saw something under a tree. His legs seemed to have thrown away a heavy lead bag. He ran over quickly and picked up a dying weasel from under the tree. The weasel's feet were two feet long and his fur was bright and complete.

"Haha, twenty dollars are available!"

The man was immediately overjoyed and was so excited that he was wandering around in place.

"Li Chudao, we discovered it first, let it go!" A cold voice suddenly came from behind.

Of course, the man was not called Li Zhaodao. His name was Li Daqi, and his courtesy name was Chengcai. Li Zhaodao was his nickname and was also a poisonous sting in his heart. He was called behind his back for five years.

Of course, no one would ask him to catch a knife in person, and he would usually call him great things, but he often spoke in a child's way of saying the comments behind the adults in person.

Li Daqi couldn't hold his face and turned around angrily. There were three children about seven or eight years old standing opposite him. The leader was a fat man with a wide body of flesh on his face, wearing a good black satin short jacket and deer leather boots. He was majestic and proud, like a fat little cock. Although he was covered with water droplets, there were sweat stains on his forehead and heat on his head.

"So it's Brother Fu, didn't go to school today?"

Li Daqi's originally angry face immediately filled with a smile, and his waist was bent a little instinctively. The little fat man was the son of the butler Liu Chenghong, so he couldn't afford to offend him.

The two naughty boys behind him are also surnamed Li, and they are his nephews by generation, but there is no trace of the respect they should have when they meet their elders in their contemptuous eyes.

"It's up to you to go to school or not. Put down what you have in your hands and get out of here!" The little fat man showed his father's face very clearly.

Li Daqi was already used to this kind of scolding. He looked at the weasel in his hand reluctantly, and intuition told him that this weasel should be the spoils of his big black dog, worth twenty cents! These children will definitely ruin it.

"Good Brother Fu'er, I'll give this weasel to me!"

"fart!"

The little fat man shouted, "Call me!"

Three evil children smashed the mud balls that had been prepared at him. Li Daqi was caught off guard and was splattered all over his face. One of the mud actually had a sharp stone wrapped in it, hitting his forehead, and blood suddenly flowed out.

Li Daqi's forehead was so painful that he felt dizzy. He was panicked, but he couldn't bear to let go of the weasel, covered his forehead with his hands, and fled to the village in a panic.

"Bastard, put Wong Tai Sin down!"

The three evil children refused to let go, chasing Li Daqi, and just grabbed the mud and stones on the ground and threw them hard behind him.

Li Daqi's home is located in the southwest corner of the village. It is surrounded by branches and soil, a small courtyard wall half a person high. There are only three thatched huts in the yard that are tilted.

The room vividly interprets the meaning of the idiom "The Four Walls of the House" in the room. There is no window, and a piece of tattered straw mat is used to shelter the wind and rain. However, there is at least a dilapidated wooden door. There is only two pieces of furniture in the whole room. There is a completely painted camphor wooden box on the corner of the room, and then a small table tied with hemp rope to the broken legs on the earthen kang.

At this time, a child was sitting cross-legged on the earthen kang, reading a book full of his body. He was about five or six years old and wearing an old yellow sheepskin coat.

The child has a horn of his head, his eyebrows are thick and dark, and his hands and feet are long. Although he is only five or six years old between his eyebrows and eyes, his figure is very tall, like a seven or eight-year-old child.

A magnificent black dog squatted beside him, drooling, and his shiny little eyes stared at half a vegetable bun in a broken bowl on the small table.

It secretly stretched its head to the vegetable bun when the little owner was unprepared. As soon as the dog's mouth reached the edge of the bowl, the child held it down, "I have eaten half of it, but I still don't give up!" The child knocked the dog's head with a book and scolded with a smile.

The big black dog lowered his head and whimpered in a low voice, while his little eyes were still staring at half of the vegetable bun.

"Okay! OK! I'll share half of you."

The child put the book on the table, tore the vegetable bun in half, and threw it away casually. The big black dog jumped down to the ground immediately, but after searching for a long time, he didn't see the vegetable bun. It looked back in confusion.

The child spread his hands with a smile, and it turned out that both half of the vegetable buns were in his hands. The black dog was so angry that he raised his head and barked, jumped onto the earthen kang, threw the little master down, and licked his face wildly.

The little boy giggled, "Stop licking! Stop licking! Give you half."

The big black dog finally ate half of the vegetable bun, jumped off the kang with satisfaction, and ran to the yard to play.

The little boy is named Li Yanqing. In another world, he is also named Li Yanqing. He lived in a remote rural area in the south since childhood. His family is as poor as he is now. That year, he was admitted to a famous institution in the north with the first place in the province. His old father borrowed all over the village to save him enough tuition.

He studied hard in college and ranked first every year, but for life and to pay off his father's debts, in his junior year, he did something indecent and used his outstanding advantages to take the college entrance examination for others.

But he was not sure, and he let a rich child who could not even do junior high school mathematics take the first place in the district. The truth was revealed, and he was dropped out of school and went to the news. He had no face to see his old father.

With regret and exhausted, Li Yanqing was lying in the hospital and was soon sent to the intensive care unit of the oncology department.

One day when he woke up, he found that he was being fished out of the well and turned into a six-year-old little boy from the Song Dynasty.

It has been more than a month since he arrived in the Song Dynasty. Li Yanqing's eyebrows and eyes were always a little depressed. He didn't think his family was poor, but he was already familiar with the village and the neighbors around him, but he didn't understand the era he was in. He only knew that there were Khitan barbarians and the Liao Kingdom, which should be the Northern Song Dynasty, but which stage of the Northern Song Dynasty was it?

His father told him that it was the first year of Zhenghe, but what year was the first year of Zhenghe? He was still confused.

It was not until ten days ago that his father, who was annoyed by him, finally gave an important information he knew. Eleven years ago, the emperor passed away and the temple name was Zhezong. Then the current emperor should be Song Huizong in history.

It turned out to be the late Northern Song Dynasty, how could he be happy?

What made him even more troubled was that his father asked people to borrow a lot of books for him, and instilled the importance of imperial examinations every day. The biggest setback in his life seemed to have happened yesterday. He vowed that he would never go to take any exams in his life and would not take any imperial examinations again. However, the father of the Song Dynasty regarded the imperial examinations more important than the sky.

"This is the reality. If you don't study or take the imperial examination, you will never have the chance to make a name for yourself!"

Early this morning, the father and son had a dispute over the imperial examination. After his father scolded him severely, he left the sentence and left, which made him feel bad for a day.

Li Yanqing carefully folded a memorandum of the Song Dynasty he had sorted out. He had a small gain today. His father told him that the late emperor had passed away eleven years ago. From the era of the Jingkang shame and the reign of Emperor Huizong of Song, he calculated that this year should be 1111, and there were still fifteen years before the first year of Jingkang. Alas! The country was about to be destroyed and the family was destroyed, and his father would force himself to participate in the imperial examination.

"Wang!Wang!Wang!" Suddenly, a dog barking came from the yard, and the screams were very rapid. Li Yanqing felt a little strange, so he jumped off the kang and went to the yard.

"Big Hei, what's wrong?" Li Yanqing squatted beside the Big Hei Dog and asked, gently stroking his neck hair.

Dahei is not a dog who barks casually. He is sensible and well-behaved. He is very good at catching field mice and domestic mice, which makes all the cats in Li Wencun unemployed.

Its advantage has won the love of the villagers, made it eat a hundred families of food, and saved Li Yanqing from feeding it.
Chapter completed!