Eight years have passed. Although Zhu San, the soul boy who was born as the son of the Red Emperor, is smarter and stronger than some other children of the same age, he is still within the scope of a normal human being. He does not have the legendary five-year-old spirit boy who spits out divine fire from his mouth.
Gradually, the villagers no longer paid special attention to this child who was born with a bright light in the sky, such as the miraculous phenomenon of growing up into an adult.
The name Zhu San was given to him by Zhu Laoshi. Poor people don't have much knowledge, so most names are related to their family ranking.
Over the past eight years, Zhu San has also gradually learned about the era of his reincarnation.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was a chaotic era in history. Taking the situation of his own family as an example, since the heavy rain in the year he was born, crops in many fields along the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers were destroyed, resulting in a sudden drop in the harvest of that year.
And in the next eight years, God seems to be displeased with human beings. Natural disasters have become more and more frequent, and the harvests of the fields have naturally become less and less. If natural disasters alone are nothing, they can grit their teeth and survive, but the court
Round after round of tax increases began, and many people's meager harvests were forcibly collected by the court, resulting in many people starving to death.
As a large number of people starved to death and the corpses were not disposed of in time, a plague began to occur. Zhu San's second sister, Erya, who watched him be born, and his fourth baby, who was born the following year, both died of illness in a severe plague two years ago.
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In the previous life, Zhu San was just born in the 1980s and did not study medicine. He was just a civilian who had served in the military. Looking at the natural and man-made disasters that followed one after another, he was completely powerless and could only watch his second sister and fourth brother leave one after another.
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In ancient times, people had nothing to entertain themselves. After working in the countryside during the day, the only way to kill time after returning home was to climb on top of the mother-in-law and do exercises. Zhu Laoshi should be considered a rare one, because there were only two rooms in his house.
The whole family slept in the same room, and Zhu Laoshi only sought out his wife Chen to satisfy his desires in private occasionally when the children were not at home. Even so, without contraceptive measures, after Erya and Siba died of illness, another child was born.
The fifth girl is already five years old.
Shigang Village is located near the Huaihe River and is under the jurisdiction of Moling County. It is only one mile from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, and there are only twenty households in total. The typical sky is high and the emperor is far away.
Zhu Laoshi's family is one of the two fishing households in Shigang Village. They rely on mountains to eat and water to eat. They make a living by fishing in addition to planting rice. The eight-year-old boy is already a major labor force in the family in this era.
You can choose one of them, farming or fishing. Zhu San asked for orders to cruise on the Huaihe River in a small fishing boat ten feet long since he was six years old.
The bright sunshine is shining softly down, and the river breeze is blowing from the river. There are green bamboo leaves on both sides, and the mountains in the distance are surrounded by clouds and mist. The mountains are looming in the clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth.
The beauty of the mountains and rivers and the fresh breath of heaven and earth could only be found in the Han Dynasty more than a thousand years ago.
"The behavior of heaven is always constant. If it is not for Yao to survive, not for Jie to perish, if it is to be managed, it will be good, if it is to be chaotic, it will be bad. "If you strengthen the foundation and use it sparingly, then the sky will not be poor; if you provide for it and move it, then the sky will be poor.
If you cannot get sick; if you follow the Way without hesitation, then Heaven cannot cause harm;... Therefore, if you understand the difference between Heaven and Man, you can be said to be the perfect human being."
On the calm Huaihe River, the sound of children reciting loudly echoed between the mountain walls. From time to time, water birds looking for food would rise up in the waves. Looking closer, in the middle of the two banks, there was a dark-skinned young man.
Wearing a hemp shorts, with bare arms, hair tied on the back, legs crossed, holding a roll of bamboo slips, looking relaxed.
"Xunzi's "Tian Lun" actually talks about the nature of materialism. If you don't read it, you won't know. At first, I thought that these Confucius and others were just old Confucians who talked about the principles of ethics and ethics. It seems that later generations of Confucianism have many problems.
Paranoid." He shook his head and whispered, his voice was clear and childish, but his eyes revealed an incompatible maturity.
This young man is Zhu San. He was from a later generation. He died unexpectedly and his soul returned here for unknown reasons.
He stretched out, stood up straight, covered his forehead with his left hand, looked at the sun, and guessed the time: "It's almost time to set the time. It's time to close the net and go back."
Zhu San's fishing boat is a little different from ordinary fishing boats. He made some modifications. He added a sail to the boat to save energy when the wind blows. He also added a water tank in the hollow space at the bow and stern of the boat for storage.
Beat the fish alive to keep the fish fresh.
"Hi!"
Zhu San put the scroll in his belt, stretched out his hands, untied the hemp rope along the side of the boat, and slowly pulled up the fishing net...
The mesh of the fishing net is very large, and the nets are all big fish. Lift them up slowly, left and right. The fishing net is very heavy, and there are probably a lot of fish, but it is naturally very difficult for a boy with such an ordinary weight, but it is not worth mentioning to Zhu San. He pulls it up while
While swinging the fishing net, try to shake off some of the mud inside.
When the fishing net was pulled to the side of the boat, he pulled the fishing net out of the water with force. It was very heavy. When he pulled the fishing net onto the boat, he felt the beating of the fish inside. Zhu San quickly opened the fishing net, and there were big fish.
The fish suddenly appeared in front of him, jumping around unwillingly on the board of the boat. Pushing them a little, they automatically fell into the water tank he created.
After a while, he pushed all the big fish into the water tank, and asked him to throw some small fish back into the water. Then he turned up the fishing net, cleaned up the branches and other things stuck on it, and washed it in the water.
One day's work is almost done.
Raised the sail, tightened it, patted the pole, took a breath of the pure natural air, walked to the stern of the boat, raised the oar, swayed it, and went down the water.
On the Huai River outside Shigang Village, close to the branch of the Yangtze River, Zhu San was riding a fishing boat and watching the rolling waves on the river. He suddenly remembered the theme song of CCTV's Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He felt something in his heart and sang it.
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"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine happily meets each other, so many things in ancient and modern times
, all in laughter and conversation.”
In this situation, he felt that only this poem could express his inner feelings, so when he returned to the Three Kingdoms, he would sing the song of the Three Kingdoms.
The east wind blew up the white sails, and the ship suddenly went very fast and disappeared before our eyes in an instant.
When Zhu San docked the fishing boat at the ferry outside Shigang Village and tied the hemp rope to the wooden pile, he could see smoke rising from the village in the distance.
After removing the water tank from the stern of the boat, Zhu San hurriedly walked towards a pond next to the ferry, holding it on his young shoulders and tilting his head. The pond was three acres in size and was dug by Zhu San and Zhu Da together a year ago.
One waterway leads directly to the Huaihe River, and two layers of fishing net wooden boards are nailed together to form two sluices to form running water.
According to Zhu San's idea, after returning from fishing, if there are any leftovers, they will be kept in captivity and then transported to the county town to sell them. Over time, they will become a fortune.
Not to mention the mountain villages of this era, the folk customs were simple and simple, which made Zhu San feel that the world was declining in the later generations. The huge ponds held so many fish, and the villagers never stole them privately, only after Zhu San's family earned money.
, another fisherman in the village followed suit and dug a pond.
It's just that the two are completely different.
The fish caught today were poured into the pond with a splash. As soon as the fish got out of the cage of the water tank, they swam away happily and freely, but they didn't know that they had just slipped into another cage that was dozens of times larger.
That's all.
Leave two tails behind, tie them with straw ropes, hold them in your hands, and start walking home.
Most of the neighbors in the village have returned from farming and are busy inside and outside their houses. When they looked up and saw Zhu San, they all said hello: "Sanwa is back from fishing. These two tails are really fat. Today's harvest is good."
"Aunt Wu, it's easy to talk. Today is indeed a good day. Come to my house later to have a bowl of fish soup!" Zhu San nodded in greeting and replied one by one.
Zhu Laoshi's home has been slightly expanded since eight years ago. Since last year, a wooden house has been built, and the fence has been made of mud mixed with fences.
Pushing open the wooden door of the wall, Zhu San shouted loudly: "Dad, grandma, I'm back."
In the room, in front of the stove, Mrs. Chen rolled up her sleeves and was busy back and forth. When she heard her son's voice, she put down her hands and walked out. Mrs. Chen was less than forty years old, but she had gray hair on her forehead.
Zhu San walked up to him and lovingly rolled up his sleeves to wipe his son's sweat: "San'er, give the fish to mom. Your dad and your eldest brother will be back soon. You go and get down first."
"Hey! Got it, grandma." He handed over the fish. After Mrs. Chen returned to the house, Zhu San turned around and went to a corner of the courtyard. There was a large water tank there. He went to the Huaihe River to fetch water regularly every morning.
Fill it to last for one day.
"Crash!"
"It's so cool!" Zhu San exclaimed happily. At this time, two girls, one older and one younger, walked in with baskets in their hands. The older one was about eleven years old and had already started to tie up her hair.
, the youngest was only five years old, with two pigtails tied up, and shouted: "Third brother, third brother, you are back, tell me a story quickly!"...
Throwing the basket aside, he ran to Zhu San and shook his arm.
Zhu San pulled up the linen cloth on the wooden pole, wiped the water stains on his face, turned around and squatted down, pinched the girl's little face, and said: "Where did you go to play today? Why did you come back and didn't help me do it with you?"
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The little girl is Zhu San's fifth sister.
"No one else is going to play. I went to pick wild vegetables with my little sister." Zhu Wumei tilted her mouth, pointed at the green plants in the small basket, and said dissatisfied: "Don't treat me like a child anymore.
I’m embarrassed, I’ll ask my little sister to tie my hair back another day.” His tone was filled with the envy of a child towards an adult.
Like boys, farm girls were given random names. The fifth girl was naturally named Zhu Wumei by Zhu Laoshi. The little sister was the youngest daughter of neighbor Zhang Daku, and her mother named her Zhu Wumei.
Wu, who delivered the third baby, was called Zhang Xiaomei by her neighbors. Since she was older than Zhu San and the others, they called her Little Sister.
Zhu San let go of his sister's little face and apologized lovingly: "Okay, Fifth Sister, Third Brother blamed you wrongly. How about after dinner, I will tell you a story for half an hour and then go to Uncle Wang's house later?"
"Keep your word!" Zhu Wumei smiled happily and hugged Zhu San affectionately.
Zhu San stood up and looked at Zhang Xiaomei, who was dressed in cloth. She had regular facial features and an air of purity and purity. Although she came from a commoner's family, her appearance would definitely make her a beauty. Her eyes looked at him with a little embarrassment.
At the age of 30, Zhu San's bare arms already revealed a slight masculine aura.
At the age of eleven, he already knows the difference between men and women. In two years, he will be able to get married and have children.
He bowed politely and said, "Thank you very much, little sister, for taking care of my five girls."