Taipingchun

On a midsummer night, the bright moon hangs alone on Qionglou, reflected in the small river flowing slowly.

At night, under the light of the bright moon, the black tiles and white walls on both sides of the bank, the evergreen willows are clearly visible, and if you look carefully, there are green vines attached to the walls and extending upwards, embellishing the tranquility of the water town.

There are many black-covered boats docked on the shore. Going up the stone steps is the residence of the people in the water town. If you follow the sound inside, it seems to be a family. The windows are half-covered and the doors are half-open and half-closed. A table, a chair, and a table are rarely used for other purposes, which shows that the owner's family is not rich.

A solitary lamp on the table was flickering, and its effect might be limited on a moonlit night, and there was a bowl of steaming soup standing beside it.

Lying on the bed was a young man, covered with a thin quilt on a hot day, probably suffering from chills. Seeing his almond-shaped eyes and long eyelashes, he seemed to be melancholy but could not conceal his determination.Sitting beside him was a person of the same age as him, with a very worried expression on his face.

The lying young man slowly closed his eyes. He had a very, very long dream. The dream was so real that even every subtle expression on the crazy face could be clearly and accurately restored.

The corners of the mouth showed a hint of depression, and the hands that were placed under the thin quilt unconsciously slowly closed, and he couldn't help thinking: "Perhaps for a person like me, it is a good thing to go back to the Ming Dynasty 500 years ago. .”

The little boy next to the bed got up, picked up the soup, came to his side and said softly: "Master, it's not very hot."

The boy opened his eyes and looked at him blankly, then nodded.

"Okay, drink the medicine." I felt unwell, and my tone of voice was no longer clear as that of a young man. There was some hoarseness in the dryness, and the soft words spoken by Wu Nong also had a special charm.

Throwing off the thin quilt, Xu Xiu, who was dressed in a white tunic, sat up slowly, blew on the bowl of black soup medicine, paused, and drank it in one gulp, the bitterness in her mouth went straight to her heart and lungs, and her tongue was numb. It felt like the sickly pale face was wrinkled, and then became peaceful, and the depression in my heart seemed to be diluted by this bowl of bitter soup, which was much better.

Seeing the relieved look on the face of the little boy beside her, Xu Xiu lowered her eyes and nose and felt a slight soreness. She came from 500 years later and was an orphan. She used the library as her home and books as her companion all day long. Who would have known? 500 years ago, he was an orphan without a father or a mother.

Feeling his own lonely fate, he also lamented for the former parent who was tortured and then went crazy when the bad news came.

The lamb patted Xu Xiu's back worriedly, and brought a bowl of clear water, and the boy responded with a soft "hmm" after taking it.

Fortunately, it seems that there is such a little book boy who grew up together as a companion.He stretched out his hand and patted the lamb's head. It felt good. His short hair was of good quality, and it felt crisp.Xiao Yang smiled resentfully, and didn't care about such a patient, recalling that the young master's crazy state was really scary enough, and felt sympathetic.

After Xu Xiu slowed down, his body also gained some strength. He was also very curious about the Ming Dynasty five hundred years ago. He recalled the memory of his body carefully. There were only some fragmented things. I wanted my child to be named on the gold list, so I hired a teacher to teach, and I sent it to ethnology. After that, my memory was based on reading after my parents died on the ferry, and nothing else.

Under the darkness of night, Xu Xiu raised her head and looked at this little boy named Xiao Yang curiously. He was about ten years old. He looked at her with a round face and round eyes, revealing puzzlement. The regular clothes are baggy and slightly whitish. It seems that they have been washed many times.

Xu Xiu raised her brows: "Oh!" After a moment, she couldn't help but look at her hands.

The sight of looking at the lamb is at the same level. It is nothing more than that I am about the same size. When I touch the hair on my head, it is also neatly short. It can be seen that I have not yet reached the age of hair growth. What should I do for a child like this? .

Xu Xiu said to Xiaoyang, "Parents and mothers are gone, we can only go on our own."

Xiao Yang couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of the death of both his master and his family, and said with a mournful face: "What is the master's next plan?"

Xu Xiu shook her head and said: "Call me A Niu, don't call me Young Master anymore, the Xu family is already in ruins, calling Young Master will only make people laugh."

Aniu, Xu Xiu's baby name, this is only the closest parents and elders in the clan can call, "Yeah." Xiao Yang is very happy to be called by the same name as a child again.

The 12th year of Hongzhi in the Ming Dynasty was a beautiful era. Xu Xiu read a lot of books and read every book. He naturally knew some history of the Ming Dynasty. Now Emperor Xiaozong is sitting in the court, and two of the three cabinet ministers are Wen Zhenggong .

The entire Ming Dynasty does not count the posthumous posthumous posthumous titles of the small imperial court of the Southern Ming Dynasty. There were only two posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous titles. , It's hard to think about it.

In ancient society, everything was inferior, only reading was high. This is an ancient imprint. Xu Xiu does not intend to change, nor does he have the ability to change. On the contrary, he is still a little eager to try. He has this self-confidence. Ancient books, the most knowledgeable person in the library, indulge in them all day long, he loves these things.

Coming here, why not let a person who was born in the wrong era return to history.

Thinking back on what Xu Xiu had mastered before, he said to Xiaoyang: "As long as you have fame, you will live up to your parents' expectations."

Xiao Yang nodded, the young master was originally a smart person, and he had learned three hundred thousand at the age of five, so it must be more than enough to be a scholar.

"Well! I'll go tomorrow, sir... Ah Niu will definitely have the reputation of a scholar."

Xu Xiu looked up at the beams of the room, raised her head and spoke with a little nasal voice, "The worst thing is to be a second-class Jinshi."

The head of a scholar hangs on the beam and stabs his stock for ten years. After nine years of hard work, he will be in the examination room in August and write the next seven articles. He will be named on the annual gold list of the Grand Competition. Those with good grades will be admitted to the Imperial Academy, and those with mediocre grades will be admitted to the Six Departments to observe politics. Isn’t it just for the sake of Is that an official letter, an official seal?

Although there are also many scholar-bureaucrats whose aspirations are not here, the mainstream is the mainstream, accounting for the vast majority.

Xu Xiu, who wanted to understand, naturally and helplessly gave herself a position.Confucianism emphasizes self-cultivation, regulating the family, governing the country and the world, which is the goal of all ancient scholars. I am from 500 years later, and it is all right. If you want to change your life, you can only study in this era.

Xiao Yang didn't quite understand, so he could only blink his eyes and look at Xu Xiu. In his perception, even in Jiangnan, where there are many talents, it is already a great achievement to be a scholar. Jinshi is just a legend in the eyes of children.

Xu Xiu, who was amused by his stupidity, smiled very nicely, nodded the lamb a few times and said: "Let's just wait and see, remember to pack my stationery for me, and go to ethnology tomorrow."

He replied sharply, "Okay."

The Xu family in Xiaozhen Village, Anzhuang Township, more than a dozen miles west of Huating County, Songjiang Prefecture, is a rich family. The whole village is not counted as the main family, and there are more than a dozen branches. However, people of the same clan in the same village are basically within five clothes, and they can all enter the clan school to study. Leave.

Although Xu Xiu's parents were in misfortune, the main reason for his survival was the constant fetters of ancient family status.The father and mother left seven acres of paddy fields, and the two children were unable to work, so the elders in the village took care of them. They received seven buckets of japonica rice and coarse grains every month, and some precious money, which was enough to make a living.

Xu Xiu pushed open the door, walked through the front yard and pushed open the door, came outside the yard, couldn't help but took a deep breath, saw the stars shining in the sky, the outline of the Big Dipper was very bright, clearly discernible at a glance, and the stars were boundless .

Xu Xiu swallowed heavily to stabilize his mind. He somewhat understood why the ancients believed in celestial phenomena. This kind of scene cannot be seen in modern cities. Anyone who sees this kind of starry sky will be shocked by this magnificent scene. , let alone the ancients.

After staring at it for a long time, I can't help but sigh that the world is impermanent. The bright moon is still the same round of bright moon, the sky is still the same sky, and the person is still the same person. The difference is that the world has changed for 500 years.

Looking down at the small river flowing by, looking at every ripple, from appearance to disappearance, is it not a kind of end and beginning.

He approached the stone steps on the shore and sat down carefully, he didn't want to slip and fall into the water.

There is a smile on Xu Xiu's mouth, the flowers bloom and wither, year after year, the road to the imperial examination is not easy, the number of people who have fallen on the road of the imperial examination for thousands of years is countless, but it is enough for a person to have a goal Isn't it? The habit of judging by results is not Chinese. We pay attention not to judge heroes by success or failure.

The air is fresh, the starry sky is beautiful, and the humanities are gathering together. Isn’t this era very suitable for me? There will be no major wars in my life. Just think about it. If you can know in advance that you will travel to the Ming Dynasty, then this period is the best time for Mingchuan It's been a while, before there was the revolution in the Chenghua year, and later there were natural disasters and military chaos in the Chongzhen period of Tianqi.

Although there were turmoil in the Jialong and Wansan dynasties, it was no different for ordinary literati and ordinary people. In the 12th year of Hongzhi, it was worthy of a prosperous age, and it will undoubtedly be worthy of the title of Taiping Festival after that.

Xu Xiu asked herself, no one wants to leave the existing way of life, if you travel to the turbulent years, you are still an orphan, you have to scold your mother, this is already acceptable.

"Hmm." Xu Xiu laughed unknowingly.

Although the lamb standing behind couldn't understand it, seeing Ah Niu in a good mood, he felt relieved. He walked up and sat next to him, hugging his knees, listening to the sounds of frogs and squeaking insects by the river, watching him. Looking at the young master who depends on each other for life, isn't this also a kind of fun.