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Author: Crazy Chen

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The second year of Guanghe, late February.

Qingzhou, Jinan Kingdom, Licheng.

At this time, the spring cold has not subsided, and although the sun has risen, I can't feel much warmth.

Zhang Chong was wearing a single coat and leading his younger brothers and sisters, pulling weeds on his family's 20 acres of thin farmland.

This morning, before my father left home, he told him repeatedly to clear the grass from the ground and plant crops when he came back.

Zhang Chong didn't know what grass was, but common sense told him that it must be the staple food for his family of six to survive.

Don't think that Zhang Chong is an insect who doesn't distinguish between grains and grains. He is not from this world.

Three days ago, while playing computer games, he got a black eye and ended up here.

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Zhang Chong opened his eyes and saw a thatched roof and clay walls.

The body he slept on was a painfully hard wooden board, and the body was covered with straw bedding.

There was also a foul smell in the house, which made him hold his breath.

After a while, he recovered and groped in the darkness again. Suddenly, a resentful voice came from the darkness:

"Second brother, you don't sleep in the dark? Why are you arresting me?"

When Zhang Chong was frightened, he stood up and subconsciously punched the sound.

Fortunately, Zhang Chong had good eyesight. Even though the hole was dark, he could still see clearly that it was a child and that the voice came from him.

"Shi Zaizi, are you a night owl? You have to get up early to do work, so go to bed quickly."

At this time, this rough voice came from another place in the darkness.

"Shi Zaizi? Are you talking about me? Where is this? Who are they? How did I get here?"

He wanted to get up immediately and rush out. He suspected that he had been kidnapped.

But he also thought that if his escape intention was revealed to the kidnappers, the ending would probably not be happy!

Besides, I don’t know where I am now, so where can I run to at night?

First, watch the changes quietly, as motionless as a mountain.

Motionless as a mountain, snoring like thunder...

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With his memories shattered, Zhang Chong retracted his thoughts.

After three days of information collection, Zhang Chong never for a moment did not hope that he would be kidnapped, that he would be kidnapped!

Being kidnapped, at least there is a chance of being rescued.

And now?

He came to a small rural area in Shandong during the Han Dynasty.

There is too little information here.

In three days, he walked around in a circle. Without being exposed, he only barely knew that this was Dahan, this village was called Dasangli, and the people living in Dasangli were mainly people with the surname Zhang.

It just so happened that his name was Zhang Chong in the two previous lives.

The name of this life was given to him by his father, Zhang Gouzi, who brought two pieces of bacon to the elders of the clan when he turned fifteen years old two years ago.

For fifteen years before that, people in Lishe had been calling him Shi Zaizi.

The reason is that when his mother gave birth to him, she almost had dystocia. Fortunately, the witch in the temple handled it properly and everything went smoothly.

After that, the baby's mother brought back a Taishan stone from the ancestral temple, and the baby was named Shi Zaizi.

Shi Zaizi Zhang Chong still can't figure out whether it is the Western Han Dynasty or the Eastern Han Dynasty.

However, from the place name in Dasangli, he was basically certain that this society was in the Qin and Han stages.

Because the natural villages or administrative villages in this society still use the township as the unit, the concept of "village" in later generations is still relatively rare at this stage.

But he was confused as to which stage it fell into during the Han Dynasty.

The social status of the family in this world is obviously too low. For three days, he looked around the house but could not find a single inch of bamboo with writing on it.

On the other hand, I saw a lot of wooden farming tools, and even an iron plow head, which was one of the few metal products in my home.

The family also raises six Lu chickens and a sow.

What he couldn't bear was that the sow's pen was right behind the earthen hut where he slept. No wonder he smelled a foul stench the day he just crossed over.

In addition, there are two pairs of fishing nets hanging outside the house, which are the joint property of his father and two uncles.

It's February now, which is the fishing moratorium, so the fishing nets and fishing gear are hanging out by the door. Dad only mends them when he has some free time.

Zhang Chong estimates that the fish caught in the net are all eaten by his own family, and he probably won't be able to sell them.

Before that, he had walked to the north of Dasangli, where there was a river 70 meters wide.

From chatting with the aunts who were washing clothes there, he knew that this water was one of the famous four rivers, Jishui.

He saw a big pond on the edge of Jishui River.

Seeing Zhang Chong looking at Pitang, the aunt beside him said in an envious tone:

"Shi Zaizi, stop looking. Zhang Tiehu just asked his family's Changyong to plant seedlings in the pond. If you continue to steal like last year, how many pigs are there to take it?

You don't know that last year, Zhang Tiehu collected 600 shi of fish and followed this river to sell it in the city.

He said that he brought back baskets of copper coins and almost capsized the boat. Now Zhang Tiehu is very concerned about these fishes, so don't be a coward!"

This iron door is the nickname of Zhang Hong, the third elder in Dasangli.

The tribesmen in Lishe said that this man was just like having an iron gate at home, he was stingy and greedy towards his tribe!

In Zhang Chong's opinion, Zhang Hong's family is a powerful family in Dasangli. It is said that one-third of the land nearby is tenanted by his clan members.

As a local tycoon, he not only controls the economy of Dashangli, but also has a son who works as the director of the pavilion next door.

As for the chief of the pavilion in Dasangli, he is the powerful man next door.

It seems that the local tycoons are not bad, and they also understand the benefits of exchanging goods.

After three days of investigation and visits, he got a lot of information. But the more important unexpected gain was that he slowly accepted the result of time travel.

The scenery here is so real and the characters are so flesh and blood.

Take the two younger siblings who are following him now, busy weeding together. Their faces are blue and red from the cold, and they are both twisted and distressed.

Obviously, the job of weeding is really tiring.

Look at your hands. You are only seventeen years old, but they are already as thick as an old farmer.

Looking at his nearly naked body, the layers of ribs are clearly visible.

That's right, Zhang Chong is not wearing any clothes right now. He only wears short nose pants on his lower body. They are so short that it looks like he is not wearing anything.

Before, his father asked him to follow him to the field. Seeing that he was still wearing clothes, he immediately gave Zhang Chong a few slaps, scolding him for being ignorant and not caring about clothes.

Can I wear clothes when I go to the ground?

After being educated by his father, Zhang Chong realized that his tattered linen clothes, which he had remade again and again, were actually worth two months' food rations for the six members of his family.

From their twenty acres of land, they can only produce sixty shi of shelled corn a year, and they have to pay four more shi. The rest is barely enough for six people to eat and drink.

This was after October, when the generals who did not work in the fields could only rely on drinking water.

In addition, they have to pay an annual payment of five hundred.

If it weren't for the mother-in-law who weaved day and night and went to the market to exchange for copper coins, their family would have gone bankrupt.

After my father said that, he looked helpless, and looked at Zhang Chong with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Seeing that Zhang Chong was unconscious, he couldn't help but give some advice.

"Shi Zaizi, don't complain, our ancestors have come down this way. I think your grandfather also pawned ten acres of land, so I found your mother.

Now I'm looking for a wife for your brother, and I've mortgaged another ten acres. If I find another wife for you, the family will be broken up.

You are old enough yourself, and you need to know things better. Hey, our family would only have one hectare of farmland when it was granted to us, but when it was passed down to me, we only had twenty acres left, which is a shame for our ancestors."

After saying that, he lowered his head in frustration.

Yes, Zhang Chong is already grown up.

In the Han Dynasty, he was fifteen years old. He is seventeen this year, and he is already seven feet six inches tall. Now he is also 1.75 meters tall. No matter where he is, he already looks like a well-established man.

As for what to know?

Zhang Chong is not stupid, he knows what his father means, that is, the family only has enough food for six people.
To be continued...