Using the excuse that the injury had not healed, he sent the middle-aged woman who was obviously a dentist with a message. Seeing that it was already evening, Wang Fulin returned to the house and ate something randomly to make her hungry. He felt physically and mentally exhausted, so he simply went to bed and fell asleep. In a daze, he vaguely heard the woman's voice coming from outside, but he was too lazy to listen to what they were gossiping.

When the matter really fell on his head, he realized that even the haze, toxic food, and water and soil pollution he had cursed on the forum, it would be better than being suddenly thrown into such a strange era!

This sleep was very stable. When Wang Fulin woke up again and saw the gauze tent above his head, the fir bed beneath him, Jinbao sleeping on the head of the bed, and the bright sky outside, he had to accept the reality and seriously consider what he should do next.

After all, the original owner of this skin seemed to have completely lost his soul, and he did not leave any memory of the world. Until now, he has only based on his clothes and dialogues, and has initially concluded that most of the time and space are now, and of course, it may also be completely different in different time and space.

He glanced around and suddenly found a book in the corner of the bed beside the wall. He was upset before and only had to take care of Jinbao's words. At this moment, he quickly moved his body carefully and reached for the book. When he opened it, he saw that the cover was "The Analects of Confucius Collection" and the author was Zhu Xi, and he was immediately a little upset.

He has never had any good feelings for Zhu Xi!

Although the cover of the "Analects of Confucius" was wrapped in mulberry paper, it seemed very old. It was obviously often read and even kept by his side at all times. But when he glanced a little, he found that there was a memory of the content in his mind, as if he could recite it through his eyes. He thought it was God's compensation for him, but when he closed his eyes and tried to recall and sort it out, he found that not only this, but also could think of many messy four books, five classics, eight essays, etc. He realized that this was probably because Wang Fulin had read too much, and what was engraved into his bones like an instinct could remain in a mess when other memories were all gone.

But these memories are very messy, one sentence after another, and it is simply delusional to expect these to take the imperial examination!

The blank spaces on the pages of the book are filled with small regular notes. At first, it was just the regular ones, which was the notes of the class when listening to the Master’s lectures, but after turning over more than a dozen pages, it gradually became more and more. He only saw that the words were getting smaller and smaller, and he had to use his eyes to barely see clearly, but it seemed like he was recording a diary, some were narrating the depression of reading, some complaining that he could not go out every day, some excitedly showing off his teacher’s praise, some were narrating the famous Wang family, some complaining that his two sisters were teasing, and some were sadly missing his sick father...

It turns out that these were written when I was struggling to get away with it. I just used such small words to be afraid that the elders would find out!

Before he knew it, he was fascinated by the sight. The originally vague Wang Fulin gradually became lifelike in his mind, and at the same time he finally realized the era he was in.

It is now the Longqing period.

He was a history enthusiast at least, and knew that Emperor Jiajing had become a thing of the past. As soon as Emperor Longqing ascended the throne, he delegated power to the cabinet of the powerful people such as Xu Jie, Gao Gong and Zhang Juzheng, and he indulged in his heart. Although there were often small chaos in the north, the Central Plains had been peaceful for a long time. But if you want to talk about specific major events, he could not remember them all. Moreover, he could not expect a small show in the mountains and fields of She County to record what happened in the capital thousands of miles away. It would be good to have a year name for reference. It was not mentioned in the diary. He could just go back and test others.

Fortunately, Wang Xiaoxiucai kept mentioning his family situation in his diary because of Chongmu's ancestors, and remembered it very carefully.

The Wang family is a large family in Huizhou. He respects Wang Hua, the Duke of Yue of Tang, as his ancestor. He has been thriving in the six counties of Huizhou Prefecture for hundreds of years. There are more than a dozen tribes in She County alone, and at least hundreds of people. Among them, the Wang family in Qianqiuli, Songming Mountain was originally inconspicuous. After moving from Xiuning County, it has been thriving here for more than ten generations. In the beginning, it has been farming in the valley for generations, and its family is at most well-off. Therefore, although there are private schools like other small mountain villages in Huizhou, no one has ever been to school.

Until several generations ago, a brave senior, Shouyigong, came out of the fields, and led a total of seven brothers to run the salt industry. He became the leader of the salt merchants who operated Huai and Zhejiang salt. After the wealthy brothers came back to the village and supported the major academies of She County. His eldest son, Mr. Sun Nanming, was a high school Jinshi and served as the governor of Fujian. However, for Mr. Nanming, the diary only mentioned this title, saying that he was a relative of the five wards of his family, and did not mention it. For Wang Fulin now, the most deadly thing is not only who did not write it in his notes, but also he did not recognize such a person standing in front of him!

Over the past twenty years, about five or six scholars from the Wang family in Qianqiuli have been among the scholars. Although Wang Fulin, a 14-year-old scholar, was not only the last place at the top, but also had an unfavorable reputation. It is not necessarily clear whether he could expect his clan members to help. What's more, his father had not returned home for many years and seemed to have not had much contact with his clan members. His mother, Wu family, was born in the Nanshanxia branch of the Wu family. His uncle Wu Tianbao is the leader of this branch. However, compared with the other branches of the Wu family, this branch has few people and has poor land, and the business is not good. Most businessmen are just well-off and have no effective clan members.

The eldest sister Wang Yuanwan married to the Xu family branch on Doushan Street, Fucheng, Huizhou. The Xu family has many people. His brother-in-law is not even a scholar. He is a little slight. The second sister Wang Shaoyun and the younger sister Wang Youhan are still at the courtesy of the name of the Boudoir. Judging from this situation, Wang Yuanwan should have been specially rushing back from the city because of the two elders in the family.

Wang Fulin is very self-aware. He was also a bit involved in ancient classics in his previous life. Now he still retains these fragmentary memories of the Four Books and Five Classics, but it does not mean that he can write a good eight-legged essay. This is a way to get the imperial examination. What's more, the waters of the Longwan Club have been too deep in recent years, and he lived too tiring in his previous life. Now it's good to be a leisurely little landlord.

But to enjoy leisure, not only must we deal with the orders of our parents, but also have to solve the problems in front of us first - not only what relationship has between me and the ghost Cheng Jung, but more importantly, who can't get along with me, and even cheating him with the crimes of unfilial piety and cheating. It not only concerns fame, but also in the future life!

The first priority now is to deal with this crisis, and there are no resources available for public relations in this crisis.

Suddenly, he saw a past of intercourse with Mr. Cheng appearing among the words as small as a needle. Wang Fulin first met someone in the county exam. The other party was two years older. The two ranked third and fourth in the county exam. Then the rankings of the government exam were still close to each other, one ranked thirteenth and one ranked fourteenth in the palace exam. However, the Taoist exam was probably due to the on-the-spot performance problem. The two of them had a slight difference in their articles and became brothers at the end of the list, but they became more familiar with each other. When he focused on seeing the end, he found the familiar name - Mo Xiang, and remembered several paragraphs, saying that Mr. Cheng had met him with Mo Xiang several times.

"There are no maids at home, only the tenant servants can clean it up. If you get the ink fragrance to accompany you to study, why worry about loneliness!"

At the end, I was excited when I was writing it. The last stroke of the word "Silent" was dragged out. Wang Fulin couldn't help but smile, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

After reading so many diaries in the past, he no longer felt as he had done at the beginning that Wang Fulin was deceived by ignorance, and thought to himself that the young man was really pitiful.

Since I was a child, I was sent to Wang's private school to read the books of sages, and I studied the Four Books and Five Classics boringly every day. I did not have winter or summer vacation, and I almost never participated in human relationships. Except for the private school teachers and classmates, I could not contact outsiders in normal times. When I was preparing for the county test office, it was even more terrifying than the modern college entrance examination training. I was locked up at home to ask a senior juren to give lectures, and I didn't know how many questions I had done, how many senior articles I studied, and how many common sense of eight-legged exams was taught. In my diary, I even solemnly wrote a memorial to write a hundred virtues as the leader, filial piety as the first one. Since he woke up, I have never seen a maid other than my sister, which shows that my family tutoring is strict.

But the elders forgot what kind of mentality should be for a fourteen-year-old boy! Fortunately, the thing he was most worried about didn't happen, and he was a false alarm. Thank God, thank God, Bodhisattva!

"No, don't sell my mother..."

Wang Fulin was in a daze when he suddenly heard these vague words. He immediately looked at the head of the bed, but saw that Jin Bao had not woken up, but was muttering in his mouth, and a little panic appeared on his face.

"Don't sell my mother...brother, please..."

"Mom... Stop crying... When I grow up... I will definitely go to find you..."

"The Master said, Isn't it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time..."

The first leader Wang Fulin frowned when he heard it, thinking that Jin Bao's brother Wang Qiu was simply a bad thing. He didn't even let his half-brother go, but when he heard the last mutter, he was a little amused. He listened with his ears and found that Jin Bao continued to recite the Analects of Confucius again. Although there were some unauthorized parts in the middle, the clear parts were smooth and skillful, and it was just a word. He was just listening interestingly, but the murmur suddenly stopped. He looked down and saw Jin Bao opening his eyes in a daze, looking up slightly with his eyes, and immediately sat up straight.

"Dad...you're awake!"

Can this name be changed?

Wang Fulin couldn't help but jumped in his temples again, and simply went straight into it: "Jinbao, do you talk to your sleep when you sleep?"

In this simple sentence, Jin Bao jumped up like a furry kitten. He took two steps back and realized that he had lost his composure. Then he bit his lip and knelt down and whispered: "Dad, I didn't mean it. My brother has beaten me many times, but I can't change it. What did I say in my dream?"

"You didn't say anything." Wang Fulin smiled with tolerance and generous smile. Seeing Jin Bao feeling relieved, the corner of his mouth bent a cunning curve, "I just recited the Analects of Confucius."

"Ah?" Jin Bao didn't think this was a joke. He immediately lost his bloody lips. He suddenly came to his senses and touched his head desperately, "Dad, I don't dare anymore, I won't dare again! I don't dare to go to school to eavesdrop on people's reading, let alone practice calligraphy secretly!"

Wang Fulin didn't expect that Jin Bao would suddenly have such a strong reaction and was shocked. He was about to get out of bed and go to help him up, but a sound came from outside the door.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Hearing that it was the elder sister's voice, Wang Fulin immediately shouted to Jin Bao: "Get up quickly, the elder sister is here! What if she annoys you, do you still want to stay?"

Jin Bao got up from the ground, but his forehead was covered with purple. He didn't dare to cry out for pain, and quickly stumbled to the door, carefully pulled the door open, and shouted, "Auntie."

Wang Yuanwan glanced at Jin Bao and frowned slightly: "What's going on with your forehead?"

"Ah? Yes... I was sleepy when I was just guarding my father. When I woke up from the movement, I accidentally fell and kowtowed!" Jin Bao hurriedly lowered his head, and didn't dare to raise his eyes.

Wang Yuanwan was speechless. She gestured to Jin Bao to retreat first. When she came to Wang Fulin, she asked hesitantly: "My brother, how could Mr. Cheng send someone to him yesterday?"

Wang Fulin was still thinking about Jinbao's extremely fierce reaction just now. While thinking about the reasons, he also pondered about his own crises, he couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded: "Anyway, I confiscate the person, so sister, don't worry too much."

Wang Yuanguan Sulai knew that this little brother had been studying since childhood, and his personality was a bit introverted. He could not help but backfire. He never expected that Wang Fulin's reaction would be so dull. She hesitated for a moment, thinking of the style of the outer scholars who had heard of her husband, she couldn't help but say carefully: "In theory, you have already entered school, and there is a book boy who is serving me with his brush and ink, but Qiu Feng looks handsome and has no idea of ​​his character. Moreover, if you receive such a big gift, you have to give me a gift. Twelve taels of silver is not a small amount..."

Before she finished speaking, Wang Fulin suddenly interrupted her seriously: "Sister, although Mr. Cheng entered school in the same year as me, he and I were not familiar with him to the point of giving him a slave. During several banquets, he often brought a book boy Moxiang beside him and spoke to me in an ambiguous way. This time, when he asked his teeth to send Qiu Feng, he was even more intimate. Sister, look at his letter."

Seeing Wang Fulin sending a letter to her frankly, Wang Yuanwan felt both relieved and moved. What was relieved was that my younger brother finally understood some human nature, and what was touched was that my younger brother trusted her. She hurriedly took it over, and when she saw it from beginning to end, she immediately raised her eyebrows and her face turned blue.

"Shameless!"

Very good. As long as you pass the bright road with the elder sister, you can draw a clear line between the robe and the guy who is suspected of having a dragon yang habit in the future!

Wang Fulin gritted his teeth in his heart, but he comforted his elder sister in reverse and said, "Sister, you know people, but you don't know your heart. In short, it's because I'm not a human being, so I will definitely not interact with him in the future."

"My brother..." Wang Yuanwan couldn't help but reach out and cut his hair before Wang Fulin's forehead. Seeing that he was a little unnatural, she couldn't help laughing, "If you think this way, your elder sister can rest assured. This time you were beaten by a thief. Because your parents were not around, even though I was taken care of by my uncle, I still begged my parents-in-law to let me come back and take care of me for a few days. Now that you have woken up, I have to go back to my in-laws' house."

Speaking of this, Wang Yuanwan was a little hesitant. She didn't know when she could go back to her parents' home to visit her younger brother. The rumors outside were so surging. Should I remind Wang Fulin? But he was still weak...

At this moment, Er Niang's loud voice suddenly came from outside.

"Sister, brother, uncle is here!"

Wang Yuanwan was understanding and said, "Uncle is not an outsider either. You are seriously injured and have not recovered. You don't have to go to meet you. I'll go outside and see if you are waiting here, and my uncle won't blame you."

"Isn't this right?" Wang Fulin was afraid of showing flaws in front of his relatives, so he wanted to find out more information, but in the end, the sense of crisis prevailed. "This time I was injured, thanks to my uncle's care. I even saw the tooth lady sent by Mr. Cheng, so how could I not go to greet my uncle in person?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, before he could take action, he heard a sound of a bell from outside the door: "Shuangmu, are you really okay?"
Chapter completed!