My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 12 12. Continuous heavy rain, incomprehensible style

The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder roared, and bursts of raindrops were like thousands of arrows. From the deepest part of the sky, all the coldness gathered and fell on this earth.

From that day on, the heavy rain never stopped.

It's been one month now.

Zhao Xuanqi walked out of the dormitory and stood on the corridor, his brows like dark clouds that never relaxed.

His face looked a little pale: "It's been a month, why has it been raining so heavily? What should I do?"

The continuous heavy rain has little impact on modern people living in modern cities, and they have to live.

However, for the hard-working mountain villagers in this ancient world, this is a disaster. Natural disasters will deal the most ferocious blow to the poor.

These days, it is harvest time, and the fields are full of ripe crops. However, under this heavy rain, it is unknown how many crops will be destroyed.

These crops are the entire investment of farmers throughout the year. If the crops are destroyed and the harvest is gone, what will we eat in the following days?If there is no food to sell, where will the money come from?

"Third uncle said that this year's harvest is very good, and the crops in the fields are growing very luxuriantly. If we can sell more food, then the study expenses will not be a problem, and you can also send me more food to eat..."

Zhao Xuanqi dug his nails into his palms, silently looked at the unattractive sky, and murmured to himself:
"Oh my God, the next imperial examination will be held in half a year. Why don't you give me this little time? Are you going to make it more difficult for me too?"

He clasped his hands together, silently hoping that the heavy rain would end soon.

Time passed slowly.

one day.

Ten days.

half moon.

Another half month passed.

It rained continuously.

I don’t understand the customs of the world.

There is not a day without rain in this half month.

Finally, at the end of the month, Zhao Asan came to the college.

This man had a happy face, his messy hair was covered with rainwater. He put the money bag into Zhao Xuanqi's hand, and held Zhao Xuanqi's hand tightly with both hands:

"Don't worry, these heavy rains can't do anything to our people. We have already finished harvesting the food and sold it at a good price. So the tuition and food expenses for you this month are much more than usual. You can buy some good ones. Eat something to fill your stomach, but don’t go hungry!”

Payments in the academy are made monthly, which is expensive. If students cannot pay for their studies in a certain month, they will be kicked out of the academy.

At the same time, you also need to pay for meals in the academy. If you have money, you can choose to eat in the academy. If you do not eat in the academy, you can also bring your own food.

Zhao Xuanqi had always brought his own food to eat, and ate the dry food noodles prepared by the village, not because it was delicious, but because he had no money.

"Uncle Third, thank you."

"You're welcome. They're all family members. I have to go back to the village early, so I'll see you first."

"Don't you want to take a walk around the city?"

"No, I have to go back before dark. Otherwise, staying overnight in an inn in the city will cost several copper coins. I don't want to waste this money..."

Uncle Zhao grinned widely. He also said that Zhao Xuanqi could study with peace of mind. There was money in the village now, so he wouldn't have to worry about studying fees for the next six months.

This man is gone.

Zhao Xuanqi stared at his staggering back and wet linen clothes without saying much.

Instead, he turned around and walked towards the market.

There is relatively little rain today, and it is also a market day. Many villagers will definitely take advantage of this day to come to the county town to conduct transactions, sell or buy things.

He found a familiar stall owner who was a villager from the next village. The villager looked sad.

He asked the villagers about the situation in the village.

The villager sighed: "Stop talking, it's raining too much. I finally came to the city to sell my mother-in-law's dowry while the rain was light, so I could get some money to eat. Damn it!" This young man! The middle-aged man cursed: "The crops in my village have been destroyed... there is no harvest, and the same is true in Zhaojia Village. It is now difficult for several surrounding villages to eat..."

Zhao Xuanqi was silent.

A good year?

Harvest?

Uncle Zhao really thought that he would believe his lies. He was not a child, so he could be fooled so easily.

It rains continuously, how can there be a good year?

Looking at it now, everyone is just pretending to have a good year so that they can study with peace of mind.

He returned to the academy gate almost in despair.

He stood on the steps of the academy, listening to the loud sound of books in front of him, and felt that his mood was like the dark clouds in the sky, it was so fucked up.

After finally succeeding in studying in the academy, and the results are so good, it seems that I can see the dawn of hope and usher in a new life.

However, this dawn was shattered and fell to the ground in pieces at this moment.

"If you want to blame it, blame God. Don't blame the people in the village. They have worked very hard to send me to study."

He weighed the money bag in his hand. It was a bit heavy, and it was more money than he usually gave in a month.

In Zhao Xuanqi's opinion, this was just trying to make someone look fat.

I can't imagine how the villagers of Zhaojia Village saved these copper coins under such a natural disaster, when the crops in the fields were destroyed and it was difficult to even eat.

There is no harvest in the village. Where will the money come from next month?Conjured out of thin air?
Zhao Xuanqi held this bag of copper coins in his hand. He understood that the one month's study fee in his hand should be the last month's study fee that Uncle Zhao and the others could afford.

It is impossible to take out the extra money no matter what.

"It's useless to stay in the academy for another month. The imperial examination will be held in half a year. Rather than wasting this month's money in the academy, it is better to leave directly."

"Return this little money to the villagers and let them spend it in the second half of the year."

Zhao Xuanqi hesitated for a long time.

There is no way that I can stay in the academy with peace of mind regardless of the life and death of the villagers. What's the use of staying for one more month?

Thinking of Uncle Zhao's pretending to be innocent today, he felt distressed and helpless.

Finally decided to leave the academy early.

Back to the village!

As for reading?

The worst thing is, come back later!
Who says that once you leave the academy, you can't come back?

He recalled Uncle Zhao's haggard face and couldn't bear to let him go back to collect money from the villagers again. If the villagers were allowed to collect money again, people might starve to death!
Although very unwilling.

But this is the wisest thing to do.

He returned to the dormitory. It was a huge dormitory, and he didn't know when he would come back next time. He packed and tidied up his miscellaneous things.

Two or three pieces of clothes were washed and turned a little white.

The dry biscuits made from half a bag of whole grains are very hard and chewy, even unpalatable, so they have to be packed away.

There was also a small amount of paper and a simple brush.

All these things must be taken away.

These tattered gadgets may be worthless in the eyes of other students in the academy.

However, this is his only property.

The world laughs at beggars who beg with broken bowls with missing corners, but who knows that is the only thing he can take out?

(End of this chapter)