After nervously running out to the front mountain, Chen Jianchen relaxed a little after meeting other tourists. When he saw his escaped donkey grazing on the roadside in the mountains, he took it and drove it down the mountain to go home.
Chen Jianchen's family lives in Jingyang Village, not far from Fengshan Mountain, only five miles away.
Jingyang Village is under the jurisdiction of Jiangzhou, with fifty-eight households and a population of two hundred and twenty-six people. There is a clear stream around the village, which flows by, making the scenery beautiful and a little spiritual.
On the way, Chen Jianchen still couldn't get rid of the white fox that behaved "out of the ordinary" in his mind. He vaguely felt that the world was not as simple as he imagined, but he couldn't tell what the situation was. After all, this person's
The previous owner was just a bookworm who "didn't hear anything outside the window, and only read the books of sages." He never left the front door and never even entered Jiangzhou City a few times. Naturally, he had very little experience in the wild.
"Could it be that there are demons and ghosts in this world?"
Chen Jianchen suddenly thought of a terrible possibility: "If there are really monsters and monsters, then there are also gods and goddesses? Ha, it must be that my imagination is too rich..."
The more he thought about it, the more absurd and senseless he felt, so he forced himself to suppress the idea.
After about a stick of incense, Chen Jianchen returned to the entrance of the village and led the donkey straight home. When people in the village saw him, they all bowed and saluted, respectfully calling him "Ms. Chen". When he walked away, the village girls
The village women whispered to each other and talked with envy, envying "Mo Sanniang" for finally coming out and having such a promising son, her career would be just around the corner.
Mo Sanniang is Chen Jianchen’s mother.
Chen Jianchen lost his father when he was young. He relied on his mother's hard work to raise him and support him in school. The mother and son were completely dependent on each other. But on the day when Chen Jianchen was admitted as a scholar, when the results were released, he was ecstatic after reading the results.
, clapped his hands, shouted "Okay", and then fell to the ground, his eyes turned white, foaming at the mouth, and he staged a living model of "Fan Jin passed the exam"; when he woke up, he was already a human being.
No, the soul changed hands. The people on Earth who had just crossed over did not dare to say anything, and quietly digested everything unfamiliar, including accepting the existence of a kind mother.
In the earth plane, his parents died early, and he had no relatives. He didn't have much resistance to this great mother's love in another time and space, and he quickly acquiesced. After getting along for a period of time, he sincerely
She accepted Mo Sanniang's motherhood and was extremely filial.
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When I returned to my humble home, I just entered the yard and saw my gray-haired mother struggling to chop firewood. The sweat was dripping from her forehead without even bothering to wipe it off. She was only thirty-six years old this year, but she already had a beautiful face.
Wrinkles are prematurely engraved with the traces of time and wind.
Chen Jianchen stepped forward and said, "Mom, didn't I tell you? These firewood are waiting for me to come back, and I will chop them." He stretched out his hand to grab the axe.
But Mo Sanniang held on tightly and said, "Liu Xian, how can you do such heavy work? Besides, you are now a scholar and have a status, so you can't do heavy work. If you are seen by others, they will laugh at you.
of."
Chen Jianchen didn't care about anything and grabbed the ax: "You are not a scholar, I will always be your son at home. It is natural for a son to help his mother work. Who can gossip?"
——In the Tiantong Dynasty, scholars were noble. The so-called noble is a self-proclaimed pretension, and others also admit it. There is a saying that "everything is inferior, but reading is high". The implication is that "scholars basically do not do housework." Therefore, they are rich in "four kinds of books".
A nerd who is not diligent in body and does not distinguish between grain and grain.
In the past, Chen Jianchen was also a man who never touched water.
However, things are different now. Although the body has not changed, but the ideas have changed. It is impossible for Chen Jianchen to let himself sit in the room and read "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye" while leaving his mother sweating profusely in the yard.
Yes, he can't do that kind of thing - his personality has always been stubborn, he came from time travel, and he doesn't pay much attention to the rules and regulations of dynasties in different time and space.
So he picked up the ax and started chopping in a graceful manner.
Splitting firewood is not a technical job, it is mostly a physical job. However, what Chen Jianchen lacked the most was exercise and strength. After only chopping for a while, he felt that his arms were sore and his palms were burning. He gritted his teeth and kept silent, one ax after another.
The ground continued to chop, and a voice in my heart shouted: No matter what, we must finish chopping all the firewood.
Over there, Mo Sanniang looked distressed and helpless, so she had to close the courtyard door first to prevent others from seeing Chen Jianchen chopping firewood - after all, the idea of scholars being noble is deeply ingrained, especially a scholar. If he went to light a fire and chop firewood or something,
If you do it, it will be considered as a "degrading" behavior, and you will be criticized and ridiculed.
A full hour later, Chen Jianchen finished chopping all the firewood. He was as tired as a dog. He was holding his axe, panting with his mouth wide open. The clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, and there were even several weeping on the palms of his hands.
Blood blisters.
"I've told you, you can't do these heavy tasks, what should you do if you're exhausted?"
Mo Sanniang quickly took a piece of sweat cloth to wipe her son's sweat.
Chen Jianchen forced a smile and said: "It's okay. From today on, I will take care of all the heavy work at home." As he said that, he secretly vowed to practice hard on this "weak" body. Thinking about his past, he
After all, he is a sports expert and loves to play basketball and football. After traveling through time and space, he really dislikes this powerless body and is unhappy with everything.
Looking at him, Mo Sanniang was slightly absent-minded. She felt that her son had been so happy that he fainted on the spot, and after he woke up, he had undergone many changes and became a little different.
"What am I thinking about? As long as my son is standing in front of me healthy, that is the best thing..."
Mo Sanniang immediately put aside the messy thoughts in her mind and started to make dinner.
The Chen family is poor. Mo Sanniang has been working hard for a year. Most of the money she earns is used for her son to attend a private school. What is left is only enough to maintain the daily food and clothing of mother and son. She can't eat more than three meals a day.
Okay, if you can eat one meal of meat a month, it’s not bad. But for three hundred and sixty-five days, every day, every meal, Chen Jianchen will have an egg to eat. In Mo Sanniang’s words: “It takes a lot of effort for my son to study.
"Make up." But she would never have thought that she would get up early and work hard in the dark. She was so busy that she actually needed to make up for herself even more.
Pity the hearts of parents in the world, no matter which world they are in, they are all reasonable.
However, recently, an egg in Chen Jianchen's bowl turned into half, because he forced the other half into Mo Sanniang's bowl.
"Mom, you are suffering more and more tired. You should eat better."
When Mo Sanniang heard this sentence, she was so relieved that she hid in the room and secretly wiped away her tears for a long time.
A loving mother and a filial son represent the happiness of a family. It seems that the son not only obtained the title of scholar, but also truly grew up.