The Happy Life of Small Officials in Northern Song Dynasty

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If I asked you what would happen if you were hit on the head by a book; you would definitely say: "That's a shit thing, it's just a book, at most it hurts for a while, rub it a few times and it will be fine, at worst the result is nothing but a book." It's just a moment of confusion, and it will definitely not kill anyone."

Wang Feng also thought so, so when he saw his girlfriend, who had been chasing after four years, fling at him coquettishly and flirtatiously with a deluxe Chinese version of "Butterfly Effect", he chose to bring a cheap With a smile, he greeted him with his head parted in the middle.

However, when the corner of the book wrapped in copper flied towards him with a beautiful arc, he realized how stupid his behavior was, but everything was irreversible, and the impact of the copper horn hit his fragile body impartially. At the temple, with an inaudible sound of brittle bones cracking, he fell to the ground and was crushed to death by a book.

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"Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong with you?" The delicate voice shouted hurriedly, Wang Feng's head ached and cracked, and he really wanted to tell that voice to shut up, but he still opened his eyes, it's no joke to offend his girlfriend Yes, punished by not being able to go to bed and enjoy that amazing ketone body for a few days.

What slowly appeared in front of him was a young face with two scratches, two big eyes that were about to burst into tears, and the small red mouth kept opening and closing, calling him: "Young master, young master."

Son?Wang Feng was a little confused, who is this woman?Dressed like a maid, could it be a hospital nurse?When did it become fashionable for hospitals to call patients sons?

"My lord, you're awake, you scared the little servant to death." The young girl looked excited, and struggled to hold his head to help him up.

Wang Feng propped himself up and struggled to sit up following the direction of her force. He smelled a scent of sandalwood in his nose. He stared at the source of the scent, and finally he saw a red wooden bench standing in the corner. It was a hollowed-out copper pot, and the bird's beak on the top of the copper pot exhaled a faint blue smoke.

Turning his eyes again, he saw spider plants, brocade benches, calligraphy and painting banners on the wall, and two large bookshelves full of books against the wall, and then he saw an antique table behind him, on which A guqin that can only be seen on TV was put on it, and then he saw the window facing the table, which was a pentagonal wooden edge window covered with five-color fine gauze, and on the wall next to the window Hanging a long sword.

Wang Feng was tongue-tied, and before he could sort out his thoughts carefully, there was a bang in his head, as if a detonator had detonated in his head, and the blasted brains were in a mess inside. He suddenly felt that he had captured some information, but he couldn't wait Then the severe pain took away his consciousness, and he fell on his back and passed out.

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It was already the morning of the third day when Wang Feng opened his eyes again. During these three days, he had a high fever and kept talking nonsense, but his consciousness was extremely clear. He could hear many people crying beside the bed, and he also knew that someone would The bitter liquid was fed into his mouth, and he knew it was medicine.

In fact, at the dawn of the third day, Wang Feng woke up. He just didn't want to open his eyes to accept this fact. The feeling of muddyness in his mind had completely disappeared. At the same time, he knew that he had time-traveled and inherited his own body. of all memories.

"Su Jin, 16 years old, the only son of the Su family, one of the four richest families in Luzhou Prefecture. An elite college student was thrown into ancient times by a book. This dynasty was called the Song Dynasty, and this year was called Qingli.

"I'm scumbag Ma Le Gobi, what is this called? Will my lovely Xihua and I be separated by time and space from now on, and I'm afraid she will kill me with a book, and she will be arrested and locked up in a women's prison Cleaning the toilet; and my parents, will we never see each other again?" Wang Feng was so up and down that he couldn't stand it.

"The first year of Qingli? Isn't this the reign name of Song Renzong?" Wang Feng's superficial historical knowledge really doesn't have a specific impression of this era, but he, who is a Chinese major, suddenly thought of a few names: "Fan Zhongyan... Yan Shu... Ouyang Xiu... ...Aren't these great writers of the Northern Song Dynasty all in this era?"

Wang Feng opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, startling the two maidservants surrounding the bed.

"My lord, you're awake... that's great, Xiaomi, hurry up and report to Madam..." the green-clothed maidservant shouted joyfully; another pink-clothed maidservant hurried out to report to Madam.

Wang Feng's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth and said, "If you come here, you will be at peace. I just have some literary questions and I want to discuss it with these guys. If I lose the Sangyu I get, I will be assigned as a branch. At least I can be regarded as a professional counterpart." .”

Mrs. Wang hurried to the room, hugging Wang Feng's head, crying and laughing.

"Son, you're all right. You're the only seedling in our family. If something happens to you, how can mother explain to your father and the ancestors of the Su family..."

Wang Feng was wiped all over by her snot and tears, he finally broke free and said bravely: "Isn't the baby well, mother, don't cry."

"Yes, yes, I'm hungry. Xiao Sui'er quickly asked Aunt Wu to bring a bowl of bird's nest porridge. My poor son has been hungry for a few days. Look, his eyes are sunken." His hands touched Wang Feng's face again.

Wang Feng was strongly uncomfortable, but considering that she was his biological mother, and the feeling of licking the calf was real, so even though he didn't adapt, he didn't hate it.

The hot bird's nest porridge was brought up. Wang Feng had never eaten this stuff before. He didn't expect to pour meat here. He was really hungry. He brought a bowl and drank it for two times in front of everyone's concerned eyes. Bowl, tears rolled in the eyes of the distressed Mrs. Wang.

Wang Feng waited to drink again, Mrs. Wang said: "My son, I have not eaten for three days and my body is weak, so I should not eat too much. First nourish the stomach, and slowly increase the amount of food, so as not to hurt the stomach."

Wang Feng knew what she said was right, so he stopped eating; the mother and son chatted for a while, and Mrs. Wang went to deal with the business by herself, and asked Xiao Sui'er and Xiaomi to take good care of her.

Wang Feng leaned on the bedside and chatted with the two little girls standing on the bedside. The two little girls were born in poor families. When asked, they didn't know anything about the important figures in the world. After asking for a long time, they only found out that the current capital city is called Bianliang. Based on this alone, Wang Feng confirmed his judgment. The information in the memory of the skin he possessed was extremely limited. After searching carefully, Wang Feng found out that this son named Su Jin was a man with two ears. A nerd who doesn't hear anything outside the window and only reads sage books, he knows a little about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he doesn't know anything about worldly relationships.

Wang Feng rolled his eyes and thought, "There really are such people in the world."

There was a question in his mind that hadn't been solved, so he asked the little maidservant named Xiao Sui'er in Tsing Yi, "How did I faint, I can't remember anything."

"My lord was knocked unconscious by a book that fell from the bookshelf." Xiao Sui'er replied crisply.

Wang Feng wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Unlucky people always have the same misfortune. He traveled through time when he was smashed by a book, and the skin he possessed was also killed by a book. Wang Feng suddenly thought interestingly: According to this inference , this nerd named Su Jin should also be transported to someone in a certain dynasty who is being crushed to death by a book, isn't this a mess?

People have a strong ability to adapt, and everyone has the characteristic of being happy with the situation, and Wang Feng is the same; after only half a day after waking up, he accepted his new identity with peace of mind.

Life is like that, instead of complaining, it is better to adapt and even enjoy it. From today, Wang Feng no longer exists, and only Su Jin appears. <For the first time in Haitang's life, she began to seriously think about life.

Su Jin's body is a bit thin and thin, but he is proficient in etiquette knowledge of the Four Books, Five Classics, Poems, Books, and etiquette, but this Su Jin seems to be a dull master of affairs. This can be seen from the attitude of the people around him towards him. The whole family seemed to treat me like a child, and even the two maids, Xiaomi and Xiaosui, who looked younger than me, talked to me like a big sister to a little brother.

Dressing needs to be served, eating needs to be reminded, and when he sleeps in the middle of the night, he will come to help him pull the quilt from time to time. During the day, they follow him wherever he goes like two little tails. , making Su Jin dumbfounded.

This guy looks like a good-for-nothing of the rich second generation!A disabled person who cannot take care of himself.

Wang Feng wondered viciously whether this good-for-nothing had anything to do with the two tender little girls beside him, but it seemed that the situation was not what he expected. This good-for-nothing had nothing to do with the girls beside him. Not only that, even the young women in the house, and none of the cooks in the kitchen seemed to have any ulterior connections with this Su Jin.

Wang Feng was deeply disappointed. This was the Song Dynasty. Could it be that the life style of Ximen officials was fabricated by others?The book said that in the Song Dynasty, such things were commonplace, did rich families often have them?Fabrication, all fucking fabrications!All the writers are liars!