Villager of Daming

Chapter 1

The sky is gloomy, just like the mood of people who are waiting for the autumn rice harvest.

In another 20 days, the rice can be harvested, dried, and put into warehouses. Unfortunately, if there is a heavy rain, the losses will increase.

The weather did not change according to people's wishes, and the crackling thunder kept ringing. Listening to the sound, it seemed to shake the house down.

In Xiaqiu Village, Huangchi Town, Xuancheng, Ningguo Prefecture, the villagers looked at the lightning after another through the paper window at night, and listened to the thunder after another, and their eyes were full of sadness.

"Mother, will Brother Hanhan be afraid on the mountain? What if such a big thunder strikes him?"

One was a teenage girl lying on the bed, talking to her mother worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, the temple on the mountain is blessed by the mountain god, the mountain god blesses... Alas!" A woman's voice sounded.

"I'll take a look tomorrow morning, mother, remember to boil an egg." The girl was still troubled.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow. If I knew this, Hanhan should be allowed to live in the sacrificial hall. He insisted on going to the temple on the mountain." The woman's voice sounded again.

"Hmm! It must be fine." The girl turned over while muttering.

The same thing was said in the whole village, and everyone was worried about Hanhan.

Hanhan is an idiot, the idiot invited by the village 12 years ago, when the war was in chaos, I saw a child from another place, and he was still stupid, he couldn't speak at the age of two, and he laughed at everyone he saw.

This kind of child feels good in the village, please come and be a village guard.

According to the rules handed down from the ancestors, there must be a village guard in the village, who must be silly or naive, who must be raised well until he dies, and then find another similar person.

The rule says: If there are no guards in the village, there will be disasters and chaos.

People in the village originally had more than ten surnames, with Zhu as the main surname. Later, affected by the outcome of the war, all other surnames followed Zhu.

The village has 140 households with a population of 550, plus Zhu Hanhan with a population of 550.

Everyone doesn't want to be called a fool, but a villager!It is not good to say that a fool is called a fool.

After raising it for 12 years, the villagers will give Hanhan a portion of delicious food, and the head of the village will provide things on weekdays.

In normal times, Hanhan would arrange to live in a house or a sacrificial hall, accompanied by someone in the sacrificial hall. Occasionally, Hanhan would go to the mountain temple, where everyone made offerings, and what was left was Hanhan's food.

Today's day is unlucky, various factors add up, Hanhan is not in the sacrificial hall, let alone live in the elder's house, the villagers can't help worrying.

The crackling lightning was accompanied by rumbling thunder, and everyone in the village missed the village guards.

"No, I have to go and have a look." The chief got up from the slum, lit the oil lamp with flint, and went to the outer room to take out the oil-paper lantern.

As soon as he made a movement, the door of another room opened, and a young man rubbed his eyes: "Father, I'll go with you."

"Go, put on the coir raincoat and go outside to see if your third uncle's house is asleep? If not, call him." The chief nodded.

The two came out and looked at other people's homes.As a result, people who couldn't sleep followed each other to the mountain temple.

Their thoughts are the same, the village guards can't have any accidents, let alone human beings!Even if a dog has been raised for 12 years, it will develop feelings.

***
The thunder and lightning continued, and an ever-burning lamp was placed in front of the shrine.

Having had a dream, Zhu Wentian opened his eyes and looked at the environment blankly.

"Where is this? I thought I was dead, but I'm still alive. What's around me, a temple? It looks like it's not a temple, definitely not, and it's not a temple. The layout is different, so this is..."

Zhu Wentian muttered, but he wasn't worried at all, he still had a smile on his face, looking happy.

He was a descendant of a supposedly cursed family, none of whom lived past the age of thirty.

Everyone in the family is amazing, such as him, who can see ten things at a glance and never forget.

His father, that's his dad, got six doctorates.

The key is his mother, and the same is true of his mother's family. Her mother has seven doctorates.

Then his father and his mother were not convinced!We are so powerful, why should we die early?Let's unite!

So he was born, and his parents died abruptly when he was seven years old. They fell asleep and never woke up, leaving him a lot of property.

He is also awesome, with a bunch of Ph.D. degrees, a large group of houses in his family, including shop houses, and private laboratories.

He wants to enjoy a short life. Generally, people in official circles are frequent visitors. The main purpose is to ask him for money so that he can start a new company to increase employment rate.

And his main occupation is the administrator of the library he opened, and he reads and plays every day.

I look for various books on the Internet every day, such as scientific magazines, county annals, etc., buy them when I see them, and put them in the library as physical books.

Some people enjoy women, this woman today, that woman tomorrow.

He is willing to read, especially when he sees someone enter his library to find a book and give him advice. It's cool to pretend to be aggressive.

Coolness is the daily life, and waiting for the moment to hang up, life without regrets.

In the end, he was really dead. He was less than 30 years old. The only good news is that he had already arranged his assets after he was about to die.

Billions of assets have all gone into their own funds, and it doesn't matter whether the follow-up professional managers can keep it, anyway, it's on their minds.

"I died, and then I lived again. Is that what you mean? Is it the interstellar era? It doesn't look like it, it feels a little primitive."

Zhu Wentian observed his environment through the crackling lightning and the oil lamp, he was not afraid at all.

At the same time, he also has some memories in his mind, which are very simple. Someone feeds him, runs around, and then he grows stronger and helps with work.

"What year is this? Why does the self in memory pull the plow? Niu wow? Just eat, have fun, and play with children?
Your life is over, I have taken over your body, I want to say, your life is really enviable!
Everyone in the whole village treats you well, even when you plow the land like a cow, you laugh and laugh. "

Zhu Wentian muttered and looked at the surrounding environment, then picked up the glutinous rice cake offered by others, took a bite, smacked his mouth, it was sweet.

"Fool, how can a fool get along with others? Oops!"

Zhu Wentian, who ate a glutinous rice cake, looked at the rain in the lightning, with a sad face.

He knows that he needs to use this body to continue living, so how should the character be arranged?

"Hanhan, Hanhan, are you there, Hanhan?" When Zhu Wentian was thinking hard, a group of people shouted from outside.

He hesitated a little, took a deep breath: "Hey, hey..."

"It's great that Hanhan is alive, come on, let's see how he is doing." There was another happy-sounding voice outside.

After a while, a group of people ran to the gate of the mountain temple. The head of the village stepped over the threshold first, turned on the lamp and carefully looked at the village guards: "Hanhan?"

"Hey!" Zhu Wentian resigned to his fate.

The chief came closer, touched Zhu Wentian's head with his free hand, and shouted: "I haven't been struck by lightning, I'm not stupid, I know it's raining and thundering, so I won't run outside."

Zhu Wentian: "..."

"Good, good!" The others cheered and squeezed in, wanting to see it for themselves.

Those who couldn’t fit in waited for others to look at it, and changed their positions. Someone ran to adjust the long-burning lamp to see how much lamp oil was left.

"Hanhan, let's go, come home with me." The chief put the bamboo hat on Zhu Wentian's head, and began to take off his coir raincoat.

"Use mine, chief, use mine." The villagers scrambled to give Zhu Wentian the clothes.

The head of the village had already taken off the coir raincoat, and put it on for Zhu Wentian again: "Let's go, the clothes just need to be washed."

"Father, I'll take the offerings back to Hanhan." The chief's son put glutinous rice cakes in his pocket.

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, a group of people returned to the village, each with joy on their faces.

Zhu Wentian, who followed the team, originally considered leaving the village and living in another place, and the foolish person setup was not easy to maintain.

Seeing that everyone was worried and happy for him alone at this moment, he found that he could not convince himself.

He saw the clothes and attires of the people, and compared the knowledge he had learned, it should belong to ancient times, and he added the title of 'Li Chang', so...Ming Dynasty?
What year is the Ming Dynasty?Do you want to fight?Where is the location?

After thinking about it all the way, when they reached the range of someone, the people in the team yelled, "Hanhan was not struck by lightning, I want to go home with the village chief" to reassure others.

The lights in the house were extinguished one after another with the shouts, obviously the villagers were all waiting for news.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Zhu Wentian tried his best not to let his tears fall while maintaining his personality.

In the past, he had no shortage of friends, had too much money, and was surrounded by good people. As for who really cared about him...

It is different now, he is obviously a fool, but the whole village remembers him.

After Zhu Wentian arrived at the biggest courtyard in the village, the village chief's house was busy again, making ginger syrup.

***
The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

According to 'memory' Zhu Wentian found the hut of the Li Chang's family, solved his physical problems, and threw away a handful of hay, which was much better than bamboo chips and sticks.

"Hanhan, eat eggs, everyone wants to give you something to eat, so I'll leave you two eggs."

Li Chang smiled and put two boiled eggs in front of Zhu Wentian, apparently the eggs did not need help from others.

Zhu Wentian looked at what other people ate, the thick rice porridge and pickles were gone.

He thought and thought, and finally: "Hey, eat."

He peeled the egg, ate it in small bites, and tasted it carefully. It was so delicious. He had never eaten such a delicious egg since he was a child.

After a meal, the head of the village patted Zhu Wentian's head: "Go and play, harvest the rice in a few days, and then I will find you to work."

"Work, hehe! Work!" Zhu Wentian jumped out.

It rained heavily last night, and now the road in the village is muddy, with small puddles one after another.

Based on his memory, Zhu Wentian came to his favorite place to stay, under a big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

In his memory, he likes to sit on the millstone under the tree, watching the villagers passing by, and he will go to help when someone is carrying something.

If someone grinds noodles, he will be very happy and push the mill.

Or some friends in the village came to him to play, or called him to eat.

"The village doesn't seem very rich. Where is the key? Looking around, there are only two small hills, the other is a plain, and there is a small river behind the trees. How can I find useful information?"

Zhu Wentian sat on the millstone, dangling his legs and continued to worry.

There was movement from the small river behind 'Puff Tom', he turned his head to look, and the water rippled in irregular circles on the surface of the river.

Immediately after the two fish jumped out, 'puff tom', the ripples continued to rippling.

"Shall I catch some fish?" Zhu Wentian jumped off the millstone and started looking for tools.

(End of this chapter)