Chapter 7: First Time Travel 2

Now, Cao Muwen is sitting under a wall somewhere in Beijing, secretly sad. The time is hundreds of years earlier.

But Cao Muwen is not a person who wants to give up easily. When he really knew that he had somehow returned to the Ming Dynasty more than ten hours ago, he thought to himself whether this was another chance for God? I didn't know how to be in my life, so let myself die first? It's so powerful, and then let me come back to life.

Before, Cao Muwen also thought about whether he was reincarnated after his death. It's wrong to think about it carefully, because I have never seen a bull's head or a horse's face. Not to mention the bull-headed horse, I haven't even seen a taor-headed man or centa man. Before he died, he clearly remembered that he didn't drink Meng Po's soup, and it seemed that he didn't meet the "man in black" to erase his memory.

"Oh, it seems that I haven't even forgotten the nature of complaining!"

Cao Muwen shook his head and excluded these nonsense. I began to calculate my recent situation.

But somehow, although he is not sure, he feels that he may return to the original time. Moreover, the most strange thing for Cao Muwen is that the stone is gone.

Maybe that stone is the medium for me to come to this timeline, and now this medium and my clothes have disappeared out of thin air. This made him have to think about this.

He thought that the most important thing for him now is to think about how to live again in this world that does not belong to him. - It should be a freshman, he thought.

I have the idea of continuing. Cao Muwen suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to sit here again. There is another crazy guy on the side.

immediately got up, raised his feet and walked away, even if he didn't know where to go. But after a few steps, a sudden tingling sensation spread from the head to the whole body, and another dizziness.

"Daw, what's going on?" Cao Muwen scolded angrily in his heart.

However, it was obvious that this time it was much lighter than before. He raised his hand to hold the wall and rested for a while, feeling much better.

Cao Muwen feels much better. The warm sun shone on his face, and there was a feeling of another world, as if he was still in the safari house of Xihongmen.

I already feel a lot. In the past few days, although I have often felt dizzy and numb. But every day, this feeling of dizziness will be reduced and less often. Until today, Cao Muwen feels completely better.

After going to the ground, Cao Muwen moved a little. Thinking of my task, I poured a bowl of water to drink, then went to the table, picked up a few pieces of paper and laid it flat on the table. There is also an inkstone and a few brushes on the table. Cao Muwen picked up the inkstone and rubbed it a few times, then dipped the pen in ink and began to write.

May 15th. Today, Wei Manliang is particularly happy. Because he finally wrote his name in the morning.

In ancient China, although Confucianism has blossomed everywhere since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty "deposed hundreds of schools of thought and respected Confucianism" and became the mainstream ideological value of Chinese feudal society. When the Sui and Tang Dynasties opened the imperial examination system, the opportunity for people all over the world to enter the room was broadened from the original inspection system for filial piety to a relatively fair imperial examination system, which led to the atmosphere of people to read and study. However, after all, there are very few people who can win the first place. It can be said that they can choose one out of ten thousand and one out of 100,000. If you can pass the exam for a scholar, you will be a great person - at least you can read four books and five classics at a certain level. Like a top student, Tanhua, on the list, only a few people appear in the whole world every three years. Therefore, in ancient times, the imperial examination was as good as the previous college entrance examination army, and thousands of troops crossed the single wooden bridge. Therefore, many people have started from the lowest-level township examination since they are young. Some people may only get to the level of a scholar all their lives, and some have even taken the exam all their lives without even fart. I remember that there are many cases. For example, an old scholar has never been admitted to the Xiucai since he was admitted as a young man. It was not until he was a big age, and the examiner couldn't stand it anymore. He gave him the last place in the judgment paper. It also depends on his hard work for most of his life. There is no merit and hard work. I gave him a person in the exam, but I didn't know that the old scholar couldn't stand this huge psychological change for a while. I don't know if it was because of his old age that he suddenly surged blood with joy and died.

It seems that Fan Jinzhongju was created according to this case.

But after all, it is a minority, because there are so many positions in this government. Everyone wants to be an official, but not everyone can be an official. Therefore, some people go to their official career through the imperial examination, or stay in Beijing, or become a parent official and become a Qingtian master; and more people can only kneel in front of their parents and shouting Qingtian, honest and obedient to the people.

So, like ordinary ordinary people, if their families are not rich, but just ordinary farmers, reading sages' books and being famous are out of reach for them, so reading and reading and reading is really useless for them. Therefore, there is such a scene in some TV series. What notices are posted at the gate? A large group of people look around there, and some people will read it aloud, and sometimes they have to explain it themselves. It's not that someone has bad eyesight and can't see clearly. At that time, although the technology was not developed and there was no computer, TV or anything, I didn't have to stare at them all day, and my eyes were good. So it's not that you can't see it, but that you can't see it. After listening to people read it and don't understand it, so someone has to recite it and explain it in more popular words.

In the Ming Dynasty, although the society was stable, the economy was relatively developed, and the literacy rate was much higher than that of the previous generation, it was only equivalent to only two out of ten people who could read. Ordinary farmers such as Wei Manliang are naturally unlikely to be illiterate.

"If it hadn't been for such a strange person as 'picked up', I might not have been able to write my name in my life." Wei Manliang thought so. Hi, anyway, it's not very useful to know more about this thing. You can write a name and write something simple.

Wei Manliang thought again and again. Hey, if the man hadn't begged himself, he might not have thought that he wouldn't have written his name!?"

But that man is white and thin. He is a scholar at first glance, and his clothes are decent. Why does he have no place to live? Why do he have to beg me for the place he gave him to live? Is it possible to encounter a thief on the way?

"That man taught me how to write, so did I see that he was going to call 'Mr.'?" Wei Manliang also knew that the schoolchildren in the township called the old man who taught him 'Mr', but he thought that he had to call the descendant.

While thinking about it, Wei Manliang has walked back to the village and planned to go to the pen shop in the village and then buy some rice paper. He has used too much in recent days, although most of them are not written, but painted.

Cao Muwen spread out the paper and walked away. Fortunately, he used to learn calligraphy because of his hobbies when he was a student. Generally speaking, his level is not bad, at least he can see it at a glance. For so many years after graduation, because this also seems to be a specialty, there are practice from time to time, but it has not been abandoned. I didn't expect it to come in handy today and rely on it to make a living. This made him sigh a little.

I only heard the footsteps stepping on the gravel road outside the door, and I thought that Brother Wei was back.

Wei Manliang said loudly as soon as he entered the door, and he was very happy in his words.

"Brother Cao, I bought some rice paper back. I came back early today. Please teach me to write more words.

Wei Manliang made a plan to read before, but naturally he didn't have money to hire someone to teach. But now the days have settled down, and my daughter-in-law has also, and she should be able to read more or less words. Otherwise, I often go to the capital, and I can't even call the names of some stores, which is somewhat embarrassing.

Cao Muwen was also happy to see Wei Manliang coming back. I secretly came to this time when I first came here. Although I know a lot about history and humanities, I have never lived in ancient times. Most of the historical books also record some national events, historical celebrities and so on, such as ordinary people's life, and the market situation is very little.

So when Cao Muwen met Wei Manliang and knew that Wei Manliang was illiterate, he lied that he was a scholar and went to Beijing to visit his friends, but he lost his burden on the way. After coming to Beijing, he found that someone had moved away, so he had to live on the street and had no home. If the other party is willing to take him in, he doesn't ask for anything else, just ask for a place to shelter from the wind and rain and fill his stomach.

And you can teach each other how to read. He also said that once he found a job, he will move away.

A few days after, Cao Muwen saw that Wei Manliang was simple, warm-hearted and kind, and he was a simple and unpretentious traditional farmer. I also became more and more aligned with myself. I realized that since I came to the Ming Dynasty, the first person I knew was not bad. Then he changed his caution when he first came, said less, chatted with Wei Manliang from time to time, and asked about some things about daily life. Sometimes Cao Muwen may ask some low-level questions to prevaricate. Wei Manliang thought that this person was also a scholar, as if he would naturally not understand the farming of ordinary farmers, just like his sage' book was also illiterate, and there was no doubt.

The two of them often come and talk with me, talking about trivial things in life and the daily experience of Wei Manliang. Cao Muwen will also teach him to write some simple words. First of all, his name. At first, Wei Manliang couldn't even take the pen, but grabbed the pen with his hand and wrote it imitating Cao Muwen. He had to teach from the pen-holding posture again, and later began to imitate, but he still drew Cao Muwen's son on it and looked like it. Cao Mu thought that he usually did farm work and firewood. He had the strength, but he didn't know how to control his strength when he used it on his wrists. He had to practice and write more. It's natural to have a feeling. It's like learning calligraphy at the beginning, but after a long time, it looks decent.

Just like this morning, Wei Manliang wrote a neat name. Cao Muwen was also happy to see it.

Perhaps, this is not worth pleasing to himself. Cao Muwen thought so.