Leng Feng slept until noon of the next day. After waking up, he felt much better. Except for the pain in the area where he hit his head, there were almost no problems in other parts of his body. After all, Leng Feng often
Exercise, and Wu Zhi advocates martial arts and martial arts. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his physical fitness is still very good, so he recovers quickly.
After getting up and putting on his clothes, Leng Feng went to the bathroom and prepared to wash up. When he picked up the toothbrushing utensil, he couldn't help but be shocked. The toothbrushing utensil in his hand looked almost exactly like a modern toothbrush: it had a bamboo handle and one end.
When you put a ponytail on it, it's called "brushing your teeth." It's simply a modern version of a toothbrush! Dip it in tooth powder made of green salt and medicinal herbs, drink water, and brush left and right. It's very modern! Leng Feng feels that he
It's like returning to modern times again.
Surprised, he couldn't help but sigh: Our ancestors were quite wise!
After washing up, Leng Feng went to the kitchen to eat some pickled vegetable porridge. Seeing that Xiao'e hadn't gotten up yet, he said goodbye to Feng Niang, walked towards the small study opened from the wing, pulled up the curtain and walked in.
When you walk in, you can see a long jujube wood desk in the middle of the house. On the left side of the desk are pens, inks, paper and inkstones. On the right side is a jujube wood square stool. Behind the desk is a jujube wood armchair.
, there is a row of bookshelves standing against the wall behind the chair, with three floors, as tall as a person, with many books neatly arranged on the shelves. There is an unknown ink painting hanging on the walls on both sides of the house. Although the entire small study looks relatively simple.
, but also elegant.
He came to sit behind the desk, picked up a wool pen, held it in his hand, and didn't write anything, just sat quietly.
No matter how unbelievable Leng Feng is and how unbelievable he feels, now it seems that the fact that he has traveled through time has been confirmed, and he cannot go back no matter what. He will continue to live in the Song Dynasty from now on, and he is no longer Leng Feng
, but to face the reality as Wu Zhi and Wu Dalang. Fortunately, Wu Zhi is not the timid and timid boy, and he is finally lucky in misfortune.
They come, the security!
Leng Feng thought for a while and made up his mind. He took out a piece of yellowed linen paper from the left side of the desk and scrawled on the paper the six words "I'll make peace with it now". He wrote in cursive font,
It is written with great momentum, vigorous and powerful.
When Leng Feng was a child, he practiced regular script, cursive calligraphy, and calligraphy. He also wrote well, and cursive calligraphy was faster, so he came here. Looking at the written words, he put the brush on the pen holder.
He leaned back and fell into deep thought again.
There is no place in life without green hills.
I have no one I care about in modern times. Since I can't change the fact that I traveled through time and my current identity, I will adapt to this society as Wu Zhi from now on. With my knowledge and experience in my two lives, I don't believe that I can.
Let’s wait and see if we can make some vigorous achievements in this era!
Leng Feng thought for a moment and secretly made up his mind. He no longer had the hesitation he had before. A sense of confidence arose spontaneously, and his eyes became sharp. After all, his thinking was not comparable to that of the frivolous seventeen-year-old Wu Zhi.
As an orphan, he experienced countless hardships and ups and downs during his lifetime. The cold words and insults he received during his lifetime are too many to describe in words. The sweat he shed and the efforts he made during his lifetime are hard to describe. He has already gone through many vicissitudes at the age of twenty-six.
, his mind is mature, calm, persevering, and sometimes even a little cold.
"Then I will be called Wu Zhiwu Dalang from now on! Haha..." Leng Feng chuckled secretly: "Wu Dalang will be Wu Dalang, Northern Song Dynasty, here I come!"
Wu Zhi (from now on it will be Wu Zhi without Leng Feng) no longer dwells on the identity change. He stood up directly, turned to the bookshelf, and looked around at the rows of books. These books were new and old, and some were even older, but there was almost nothing. There is no dust, and the books are well preserved, which shows that they are well taken care of and protected.
Most of the bookshelves are filled with books such as the Four Books and Five Classics, including "Book of Changes", "Book of Songs", "Shangshu", "Zhou Rites", "Book of Rites", "Spring and Autumn", "University", "The Analects of Confucius", and "The Doctrine of the Mean". ", "Mencius", etc., and even Wang Anshi's "New Meanings of the Three Classics", Su Shi's "On Punishment and Reward Loyalty", Wang Shao's "Pingrong Policy" and other books. These books are all essential learning tools. The rest are some essays and other books.
After spending a long time, Wu Zhi finally found some of the books he wanted to find most, including "Tianxi Nine Regions Chronicles", "Xining Nine Regions Chronicles", "Shaosheng Nine Regions Chronicles", and "Huangyou Fangyu" "Illustrated Notes", "Yuanyou Shifang Map", etc. As if he had found a treasure, he took them all off the shelf and looked them up eagerly. He now needed to have a better understanding of the geography, mountains, rivers, customs and customs of the Song Dynasty. ,in case for need.
After spending most of the day, Wu Zhi finally finished reading the book in hand. He had a good memory and memorized everything. He had a general understanding of the Song Dynasty he was currently living in.
The era he lives in now is a bit like what he knew in the late Northern Song Dynasty, that is, the second year of Emperor Zhezong's Shaosheng reign, that is, 1095 AD. The emperor was still the same Zhao Xu, and the Empress Dowager Gao had just passed away two years ago, and "Yuanyou changed." It had just ended. Zhang Chun was appointed as prime minister by Zhao Xu and was implementing the new law. The capital of the country was located in Bianliang City, Kaifeng Prefecture. The Song Dynasty was also surrounded by enemies. There were Dayue and Li Dynasty in the southwest, Dali, Tubo in the west, and Tubo in the northwest. There are the Uighurs, Xixia, the Liao Kingdom in the north, and Korea and other countries in the northeast. The countries that fought the most fiercely with the Song Dynasty were also the Xixia and Liao Kingdoms. This feels a bit familiar.
But there are also differences.
He is Wu Dalang, but not the Wu Dalang mentioned in the novel. He was born in Qinghe County, Enzhou, Hebei Province, not from Shandong, nor from Sancun Dinggu Tree Bark. There is no younger brother Wu Song around him. As for whether there is Pan Jinlian, Song Jiang, Ximen Qing and other people still don't know.
"It's a bit familiar." It seems that everything can only be left to chance. Let's be content with the situation. With a long sigh, Wu Zhi put the books back one by one and put them away. Without further delay, he walked straight out of the small study and went to the dining room. Walk to the kitchen.
He stayed in the small study for a long time. During this period, Xiao'e came in four or five times, specifically watching him read, adding some tea to him, and even picked up the words written on his desk: "As soon as you come, settle down." "I read the six words again and again, gesturing with my fingers on the paper, and looking up at him from time to time, as if he was hesitant to speak. He didn't care at the time. The last time Xiao'e came in was to call him to eat. For dinner.
Walking in the yard, he looked up at the sky. The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was full of red clouds. The sea of clouds on the horizon began to spread out into pieces of night. Judging from the sky, it was probably late in the evening, and he spent most of the day in the small study. It was time and I was really hungry.
Wu Zhi stepped into the kitchen and saw an oil lamp swaying with dim light on the dining table. Wu Xiu, Feng Niang and Xiao'e were all sitting around the dining table waiting for him. When they saw him coming in, they all looked towards him.
He, Xiao'e stood up and pointed to the jujube wood stool next to her, and said quickly: "Brother Dalang, sit here!"
He smiled, walked straight over, touched Xiao'e's head, then sat down gently and nodded to Wu Xiu and Feng Niang: "Hello, second uncle, hello, aunt!"
Wu Xiu waved his hand and asked him to sit down, and they had slowly begun to get used to what he said and what he did.
There is a small pot of millet porridge carefully cooked by Feng Niang on the table. Next to it are two plates of side dishes, one is pickles and the other is pickled courgettes. There is also an egg placed unexpectedly on the side of the plate. It is probably because Feng Niang thinks Wu Zhi
The injury is not healed yet. Do you need to eat porridge and eggs to supplement your nutrition?
When Wu Zhi faced his second uncle's family, he still felt a little unnatural. Although he had accepted his fate and regarded himself as Wu Dalang, this change of identity was indeed too shocking. The adaptation process still takes time and cannot be done overnight.
I can let nature take its course.
After sitting down, as soon as he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, Feng Niang picked up the egg on the table and handed it to him. He wanted to reject it, but then he took it. Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Wu Zhi knocked the egg on the table slowly.
Slowly peeling off the skin, and after peeling off the eggshell and skin, he casually put it into Xiao'e's bowl: "Xiao'e, eat it, my injury is healed."
Seeing that Xiao'e was surprised and wanted to put the eggs back into his bowl, he held down Xiao'e's hand and forced her to finish the eggs. She looked very happy and enjoyed it, and then he touched her intimately.
He touched her head, smiled, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and scooped out a bowl of porridge from the basin, then sat down and began to eat.
Wu Xiu and Feng Niang were a little stunned when they saw his operation. They looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise and surprise. Wu Zhi has changed now. He seems to have become more sensible and cheerful.
They were happy and surprised.
It is estimated that the family conditions are not very good, the livelihood is a bit difficult, and the nutrition is not keeping up, Xiao'e is a bit thin and has not yet grown in appearance. From the first day he woke up, Wu Zhi had a better impression of Xiao'e.
He may be a little embarrassed when facing his second uncle and aunt, but for Xiao'e, he is full of joy and sincerely accepts this little cousin, and wants to treat her sincerely, care for her, and dote on her.
He ate the millet porridge and side dishes, and felt that the food prepared by Feng Niang was quite delicious, so he ate more. When Wu Xiu and Feng Niang saw that he was eating happily, their faces also broke into smiles.
During the dinner, Xiao'e hesitated several times. He felt a little strange. After finishing the meal, Wu Zhi couldn't help but ask her: "You look like you have something to say to me?"
"Yes, girl, do you look uneasy?" Feng Niang also asked a little strangely.
"Dad, Mom, you don't know, Brother Dalang's handwriting is much more beautiful after he wakes up than before, really!" Xiao'e said with excitement.
Seeing that Wu Xiu and Feng Niang didn't believe it, she became a little anxious. Without saying hello, she got up and ran towards the small study. Soon, she brought a piece of paper from the small study, handed it to Wu Xiu, and then
While gesticulating.
Wu Xiu took it and looked at it. He immediately raised his head and looked at Wu Zhi in surprise: "It is indeed more beautiful than what I wrote before!"
After that, he handed the paper to Feng Niang. Feng Niang took it and looked at it, her eyes suddenly lit up and her face was full of surprise.
When Wu Zhi took a look at it, he knew it was the piece of paper on which he had written the six words "I'll make peace with it now" in the small study room during the day. He suddenly felt uneasy. Who knew that the words he wrote casually would alarm someone?
The second uncle's family, he was a bit dumbfounded.
"How to explain it?" He thought to himself.
Everyone is looking at him.
"Oh, it's like this..." He pondered for a moment, then suddenly his mind changed, and he said wisely: "When I was injured and fell asleep, an old god taught me how to write and speak in my dream, so when I woke up, I could write better than
It was better before, and my accent has also changed!"
Ancient people were very superstitious, and were in awe of ghosts and gods. Attributing this matter to ghosts and gods was definitely a big killer for ancient people, and they should be able to deal with it. A slight change in the accent,
He felt that it had not been explained clearly, and Wu Xiu and his family were still a little confused, so now they have solved it together.
Sure enough, after Wu Xiu, Feng Niang and Xiao'e heard Wu Zhi's explanation, all their doubts were gone, and they couldn't help but nodded in surprise: "No wonder, no wonder, our ancestors of the Wu family have appeared!"
They were overjoyed, and Xiao'e was so happy that she jumped up and down.
"What a risk!" Seeing that they believed everything, Wu Zhi was relieved. He almost broke into a cold sweat just now.
He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked Wu Xiu: "Second uncle, when was the last major exam? When will the next major exam be held?"
Wu Xiu frowned and thought for a while, then said: "The last time was last year, and this time I have been to Shaosheng for four years." After he finished speaking, he asked a little uncertainly: "Why do you ask? Do you want to...?"
"Last year? Oh, that was the first year of Shaosheng, that is, 1094 AD." Wu Zhi pondered for a moment, because he suddenly thought of something, that is: the tribute examination system of the Northern Song Dynasty.
There is a major exam every three years, and talents are selected every three years. He is still confirming some things. Now it seems that it is undoubtedly the end of the Northern Song Dynasty.
After hearing Wu Xiu's question and seeing the expectant looks in Wu Xiu and Feng Niang's eyes, Wu Zhi instantly understood what they were thinking.
"Yes, I want to take part in this scientific examination." He thought for a while and decided to say this first. They should like to hear such words.
as expected!
"Great! Our Wu family has hope!" After hearing this, Wu Xiu was inexplicably excited and murmured to himself.
Feng Niang was also so excited that she wiped her tears lightly.
Xiao'e seemed to be quite calm. She was only thirteen years old, and she was still at an age where she was ignorant. Obviously, she didn't have a clear understanding of what the imperial examination meant. She only felt that her elder brother was great and full of enthusiasm.
Admiring eyes.
There was nothing for entertainment in ancient rural areas, and burning oil lamps and candles was expensive, so people generally went to bed early at night.
After having dinner, chatting and talking about some things, the night was deep and the sky was completely dark. There was no moonlight, there were only a few stars in the sky. Looking out through the bamboo fence, the surroundings were dark and quiet, and the only sound in my ears was the wind blowing on the trees.
There was the sound of swaying trees, and the evening breeze also brought a bit of coolness. After all, it was not very hot in early June.
Originally, he wanted to take a shower before going to bed, because he already had a bit of a peculiar smell after sleeping for two days and two nights, but the injury was not completely healed yet, and his head still hurt a little. He was afraid that the wound would be easily infected if water entered the bath. In ancient times, wounds were prone to infection.
It was no small matter, so he gave it up after thinking about it. After taking some medicine and saying goodbye to the three of them, Wu Zhi could only go back to the bedroom hesitantly, continue to wrap his head in gauze and go to bed to rest. Maybe it was because he was still injured,
Feeling a little tired, he didn't toss and turn for long before he fell into a deep sleep and sleepwalked around the sky again.