Chapter 1: Reborn as a fleeing old lady
Shu Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and looked up at the swallows in the sky. She bent her waist and carefully looked for wild vegetables on the ground.
Mother-in-law diced, shepherd's purse, bracken, duck feet, water onions.
She dug a basket.
Behind her was a seven or eight-year-old boy. He was pretty, but his clothes were in tatters, and his shoes had holes in them. He looked so pitiful.
The boy also dug wild vegetables with his grandma, and was still reciting the scriptures he had learned in school earlier.
The boy recited one sentence.
"Learn and practice from time to time, that's why."
Shu Yan smiled.
"I haven't forgotten it yet."
The boy replied: "The teacher said that I started school late. I am looking for children who have already taken the boy's exam. If I go to the northwest, I might be able to take the exam."
Shu Yan stood up and turned to look at his serious-looking grandson.
Hehehe smiled.
"We, Yu'an, are smart. We will definitely pass the exam when we are ten years old."
Children in this era also have to study all day long. Children as young as seven or eight years old have fame and fame in their hearts.
Shu Yan led Chen Yu'an to a small pavilion halfway up the mountain. The two settled down to rest. Chen Yu'an took out the gourd and handed it to his grandma.
"Grandma, drink some water."
Shu Yan took the water, took a sip, and looked at the rolling sea of clouds in the distance.
I remember many things from my past life.
Shu Yan was a workaholic in his previous life, working overtime every day, and then died of cancer in middle age.
There are no objects and no descendants.
The original body she wore was similar to her own age, but she was already a pampered old lady.
The old lady has already accomplished all the major events in her life, and has many children and grandchildren, but the dynasty she was reborn into is not very good, and it seems to be at the time of the handover between two dynasties.
However, the old lady seemed to have a bad relationship with her family and children, and she was always sick.
Just when the Han army came to the south of the Yangtze River, Shu Yan's cheap husband led a group of his children to leave the old house and fled to the northwest, leaving only the old lady and a nephew from a branch to guard the old house.
In fact, it sounds like abandonment.
After the old lady got well, she left Hangzhou with the branch disciple and a young grandson with a special status, and headed northwest.
But as soon as the disciple from the side branch left the city gate, he was hacked by the rebels.
Along with most of their property, the rebels took pity on the old lady and her grandson Chen Yuan, so they spared their lives.
Now these two people are on the way to escape. Because they have no money, they can only go to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger.
Shu Yan took out a broken pot from the package, told Chen Yu'an to get some stones, and set up a bonfire in the pavilion.
She ordered Chen Yu'an to light the fire while she went to wash vegetables in a nearby stream.
Perhaps God took pity on their poverty, so he found a nest of bird eggs by the river. Shu Yan quickly carefully placed them in his arms, washed the vegetables, and returned to the pavilion.
Chen Yuan has already lit the fire.
Shu Yan hurriedly cooked the wild vegetables and bird eggs. After the meal was ready, he shared it with his grandson.
The two of them ate deliciously, but they never noticed a handsome young novice monk walking from a distance. The young novice monk held a Zen staff in his hand, and followed behind him was an outstanding-looking woman.
The woman looked confused, her face was full of tears, but she didn't know what sad thing had happened to her.
When the young novice saw the smoke curling up from the pavilion, he hurried over. He must have been very hungry.
When he saw the clean food in the pot, he sighed.
The young novice monk was a thick-skinned man, so he asked bluntly: "Madam, do you still have food to eat?"
Shu Yan shook his head.
"We also picked wild vegetables from this wild field."
The woman cried harder, and the young novice monk said: "Don't worry, female donor, I will go look for her later."
Shu Yan quickly put away his pot and left with his little grandson.
The two of them walked far away, and Chen Yu'an asked: "Grandma, why don't you rest a little longer?"
Shu Yan said: "I'm afraid those two people are murderous because of our blame."
Chen Yu'an was speechless after hearing this.
The two of them walked until dusk and finally went down the mountain and arrived at the official post road.
The post road was crowded with refugees from the south.
This time the rebels attacked the southern city very intensively, and there was no news in advance. Therefore, many aristocratic families had no time to escape, so they were killed by the rebels. Now among the refugees, it is difficult to tell what kind of life they lived before.
Chen Yu'an held her grandma's hand tightly. They had just walked for a few days and were not too hungry. Many refugees who had fled from the capital were already so hungry that they collapsed on the roadside and were picked apart by wild dogs.
Eaten.
Shu Yan covered Chen Yu'an's eyes, not wanting such a young child to see this.
Shu Yan said softly: "Chen Yu'an, when we get to the northwest, we don't have to be afraid."
Chen Yu'an nodded and followed Grandma forward.
In the middle of the night, many people stopped and went to work under the shade of the trees on the roadside.
Shu Yan took out his extremely tattered bedroll, spread it on the ground, and slept with his grandson.
At the third watch, it started to rain. Shu Yan was woken up by Chen Yu'an. People around him were complaining. Shu Yan put the quilt over his head, hugged Chen Yu'an, and said softly: "Spring rain is as precious as oil, and it is a good thing.
The harvest will be good next year.”
After Shu Yan finished speaking, an old man sighed quietly beside him.
"If you want a good harvest, you also need people who farm the land. Now that the world is in chaos and refugees are everywhere, how can anyone grow food?"
Shu Yan looked at the speaker with his old eyes and saw an old man about the same age as himself nestled under a tree not far away.
The old man was wearing tattered clothes, but he had a really good temperament.
"Then I will find a place, plant some land, and feed my grandson and I, then I will be worthy of this gift from God."
Shu Yan got terminally ill when he was just 36 years old in his previous life.
After resurrecting his life, even though he is already old and faded, he still manages to save a life, which is considered a blessing from God.
The old man laughed, but because the night air was too cold, he actually started to cough.
Chen Yu'an quickly took out the gourd from the bag and handed it to the old man.
"Grandpa, please drink water."
The old man took the gourd and said with a smile: "He is a well-educated child, but is he enlightened?"
Chen Yu'an said: "I have learned the Analects of Confucius."
The old man's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "That's not bad, if only...that's all, now a cart full of knowledge can't be exchanged for a steamed bun."
The old man felt a little depressed and turned around to go to sleep.
The drizzle continued until morning and then stopped.
But when the rain stopped, the rebels came.
A yellow scarf horse army came here on fast horses, like a leader.
The leader reined in his horse, stood on both sides of the post station and said, "The general has an order, ordering you to go thirty miles north to serve as a corvée on the river."
After the leader finished speaking, a quarrel broke out in the crowd.
The river corvee was the most severe form of corvee. Nine out of ten people died, but they still had a way to survive when they went to the north.
When the leader saw the crowd rioting, he became angry and chopped off the head of a refugee man.
Blood spurted two feet high, and the family members around the man screamed, and the refugees who had been gathered together began to flee.
Chapter completed!