My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 7 7. Now that we are rich, we leave the village for the first time

However, there are thousands of people, and some people refuse.

Zhao Liuzhi was born with six fingers, so he was named "Liu Zhi". He was an honest man and had always been strict with his wife. His wife Wang Dazui had an irritable personality, was aggressive, unreasonable and unkind, and refused this matter very much. .

Wang cursed loudly and put his hands on his hips: "Why should we send this orphan to study? My children don't have any books to study, so why should we pay to send that kid? Impossible, no way!"

The woman opened her mouth and cursed harshly.

However, when her husband, who was a strict wife and husband, heard that Zhao Xuanqi had a talent for reading, he changed from his usual cowardly silence. He smoked cigarettes one after another, returned to the house in a muffled voice, took out a shriveled bag, and shivered from inside. took out the copper coins.

Zhao Liuzhi kept swallowing his saliva and said firmly: "Read! My mother-in-law doesn't understand, but I understand. Wenquxing is a precious person. Since you have talent, you must read!"

"Jinggui" means "precious" in the accent here, meaning "one in a million".

Wang Dazui was furious and wanted to grab the money bag, but was slapped away by this honest and stupid man. This was the first time that he beat his wife for someone else.

In the end, the village chief, accompanied by Zhao Asan, managed to collect enough money despite his old age.

After working for most of the night, there was no time to sleep, but it was daybreak.

……

in the shrine.

Gray tiles, moss, statues and ancestral tablets.

Zhao Xuanqi found a dry corner and slept on a haystack. He pillowed on the smell of dust and incense ash and had a nightmare all night.

Unable to study, there was no other way to get ahead in this ancient world!

The hard work and suffering of these days were constantly magnified in the dream. He dreamed that he would stay in the fields for the rest of his life and really become a slave, farming the land for others to survive, and being beaten and scolded at will.

Not enough to eat, not warm to wear.

How has he experienced these sufferings in modern society?
It was too tiring and painful. After working hard for so long, it all came to nothing. He was not recognized by the village chief. When he lost the way to break the situation, his spirit was gone. He no longer had the motivation to fight, and all kinds of grievances came to his heart.

He found a river in his dream and even wanted to jump in and drown to end it all.

In a daze, Zhao Xuanqi felt something moving around him, as if someone had been shaking him. He opened his eyes sleepily and saw an old face.

The old man's cheeks were covered with wrinkles, like tree bark, layer by layer, and there were dark circles around his eyes. It seemed that he had not slept all night and his energy was very low.

But the old man steeled himself, tried hard to cover up his fatigue with a smile, took out the money bag from his arms and stuffed it into Zhao Xuanqi's hand, and said cheerfully: "We are rich now and can study now!"

Zhao Xuanqi took the money bag blankly from his calloused hands, somewhat in disbelief.

For a moment, he woke up from his sleep, pinched his thigh hard, and the pain came: "It's not a dream, I can study now?!"

There is a way to break the situation.

As long as you can study, you have a chance to get ahead!
The village chief laughed and said: "Read, you must read, don't waste this talent, everyone supports you!" Only then did Zhao Xuanqi know that this old man, with his old body, had been struggling all night, carrying a lantern and going from house to house. He came to the door and begged for money, but he was speechless for a while.

I touched the money bag in my hand and opened it. They were all copper coins with the smallest denomination. It took every household to collect so many loose copper coins. I weighed it and found that it was heavy. I don’t know why. It feels a little hot.

It was so hot that he wanted to throw the money bag out and throw this potato as far away as possible.

However, when he thought that this was the hope of the whole village, he immediately grabbed the money bag tightly in his arms and refused to let go. Finally, he looked at the old man moved and solemnly swore:
"I will definitely study hard to get ahead, stand out, and repay all my clan members!"

"One day, the clan will grow stronger!"

Zhao Xuanqi knew that the reward for his hard work this year played a very important role in it, but he was still grateful.

Because he understands that it is a great thing to send others to study when his own son cannot study.

I also understand how courageous it is for an old man to give up most of his life's dignity and go door to door to borrow money for an unrelated person like himself in the middle of the night.

These people, when they were young, allowed themselves to eat a lot of food and grew up, and now they have loaned out most of their savings to gamble on an illusory future with themselves...

……

The next day, Zhao Xuanqi sat on the donkey cart. There were many things on the saddle, all of which were gifts from the villagers. There were cakes, fruits and other food, as well as clothes and trousers and other specially sent changes of clothes.

He sat on the donkey cart and looked around, and found that the things he brought were all dazzling, but none of them belonged to him. He was penniless, and all the things were collected by the villagers from house to house!
"Weed, be careful when you go to study in the county town. I heard that the masters in the academy are very fierce, so be obedient and don't cause trouble..." The village head woman said goodbye with tears in her eyes.

Zhao Xuanqi touched his head and responded with a smile: "Auntie, don't call me weed. I already have a name. Call me Zhao Xuanqi!"

The aunt immediately reproached herself and said, "That's right, that's right, it's my fault. You are now the noble Wenquxing master and an upright scholar. How can you still call you a shameless name like weeds? I will call you Zhao Xuanqi from now on!"

Zhao Xuanqi choked at the aunt's politeness, waved his hand, and immediately said unbearably: "No, aunt, you are too raw like this, you'd better call me a weed!"

The village head lady had a look of reluctance on her face. Although she was not her own child, she had regarded her as her own son over the years. She said: "Weeds, you have to study hard. No matter how hard and tired you are, you have to get a good name. You will never die from exhaustion." Just read to death..."

Halfway through, he changed his words with a heartbroken face: "If studying is too painful and tiring, then don't hold on. At worst, stop studying. Just come back. No one in the village will blame you..."

Others also followed suit.

Zhao Xuanqi was going to study in the academy, and they were filled with reluctance. Even if they had a dog for several years, they would have feelings for him, let alone a person who would get along with him day and night.

The villagers followed the donkey cart for a certain distance to see Zhao Xuanqi off. Until they reached the entrance of the village, they still thought about it and refused to leave.

The road is wide and there are many trees along the way.

The donkey cart walked along the main road towards the county seat. Zhao Asan was the driver of the car and Zhao Xuanqi sat on the donkey cart to rest.

After coming to this world for so long, this was the first time he left the village. He looked towards the direction of the village. It was too far away to see the people at the entrance of the village, but he could vaguely see a few small dots on the pestle. As it continues, the dots continue to blur until they are no longer visible...

(End of this chapter)