Take the system back to the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 1 A Day in the Northern Song Dynasty

Even though the sun was setting, the temperature still didn't drop much.

The dry and cracked yellow mud road was gurgling, and Zhao Cheng was pushing the small cart back to the city.

This trip is a bit weird, I just came here the day before yesterday.

When I woke up, I was in the city of Chizhou in the Northern Song Dynasty. There was a small thatched hut, my parents died, and I didn’t even have any memory of this body. I only knew that this body was also called Zhao Cheng.

At the beginning, there was a chicken as a companion, and it looked like it could lay eggs in two months, but it was stolen last night.

In fact, I heard something vaguely last night, but I didn't have the vigilance of the ancients for the time being, and I didn't care much if I was half asleep and half awake.When I got up this morning, a messenger with a knife came into the house. Zhao Cheng wanted to talk about the chicken being stolen, but he was dragged away.

At that time Zhao Cheng said: "This strong man, did you find the wrong person?"

"I can't be wrong, I'm looking for you, Zhao Cheng."

Those who are unfamiliar with the place of life had better behave honestly, so they were arrested and taken to the river outside the city, and lined up with about 1000 other mud-legged people, listening to the big man called Liu Dutou's lecture: "They are all so fast!" These stations are tidy, don’t dawdle, the rainy season is approaching, and the embankment of this dangerous river section needs to be raised rapidly, this is the order of the county lord. Whoever messes with me will screw up his family.”

So I was hungry and filled the soil by the river, and I didn't release it until the sun went down.

The way back to the city is not difficult, but it is also very painful.For example, if your hands get blisters, you have to push the official car back. For example, the shoes are too worn out. When you work in the afternoon, your feet are pricked by sharp stones in the soil. I don’t know if it will be infected, anyway. There was some blood.

Now I finally understand that this is not a dream. No one came to remind me, "Sit tight, boy, I'm going to wear it soon", so I came here unprepared.

As he was passing by a clear stream, Zhao Cheng put down his cart and went over. He took off his blood-stained and muddy straw sandals and washed his feet first. Fortunately, the wound was not big.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you suffer a little bit, the main reason is that no matter the modern Zhao Cheng or the ancient Zhao Cheng are thin and thin, there is no gene for heavy work at all, and the various postures and skills are wrong when doing it rashly. Almost cried.Taking the current state as an example, the degree of pain on the body must have greatly surpassed that of other laborers.

Persistence is to persevere. Anyway, after two days of trying, I have confirmed that I can't go back.

At dusk, looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains in the distance for a while, it suddenly occurred to Zhao Cheng that the smell of blood would attract beasts with a keen sense of smell. In a tragic mood, I jumped and pushed the cart away...

"The rice vat is also empty."

I wanted to cook some rice when I got home, but there was no rice.

In fact, it was gone yesterday, but when I passed through, there were five potatoes with me, so I baked them and ate them.As a history novice, Zhao Cheng only now remembered that potatoes seemed to be a magic weapon in ancient times.

In fact, after thinking about it, it wasn't a terrible thing, and Zhao Cheng was too embarrassed to face up to his stupidity, so he went out with a cloth bag and had to find a way to make ends meet.

I have to serve in the army tomorrow, so I will starve to death on the construction site at most the day after tomorrow...

While walking with one foot bare, I encountered students from the academy passing by while discussing poems and poems.In the Northern Song Dynasty, literati were everything, and women who walked with their heads down would look at these romantic talents with their wonderful eyes.

Looking down, there is a puppy licking Zhao Cheng's bare foot. This guy is kind of cute. In the ancient times where supplies were scarce, if it didn't have a powerful master, it should easily become someone else's dinner.

Let it lick and forget it.

Almost the little dog yawned, looked up at Zhao Cheng, turned and left.

Next to it is the kind of pergola that appeared in the Qingming Riverside Picture. Even now at dusk, it is still very stuffy. Under the pergola, there is a well-dressed scribe who takes a sip of iced sour plum soup, twists his beard and shakes his head, as if savoring cicadas carefully. cry.

There is a small shop at the corner, and there are not many groceries displayed along the street.A middle-aged man with a disabled leg is cleaning up.

The middle-aged man turned around and saw Zhao Cheng standing at the door with one bare foot.As far as I can remember, this guy is nice. He has loved shopping here for many years, and he will come to help when he is busy.

"Is Ah Cheng better? I heard that you were seriously ill a few days ago. It is not easy to survive. Find a way to send some money. If you continue to be exposed to the sun and rain on the construction site, you will die." The middle-aged man said.

"I have no money."

Zhao Cheng shook his head, checked that he didn't need to ask for a job, and turned around to leave.

"Ah Cheng, wait."

The middle-aged man pointed to the last basket on the ground: "I have limited legs and feet, help me put this basket in."

Strange, he was indeed handicapped but he finished collecting all of them, except this last basket?
But this was just a small matter. Zhao Cheng nodded and helped him carry it in and put it away.

The middle-aged man said again: "Uncle Guo doesn't have anything here, I'll give you a bowl of rice." He took Zhao Cheng's pocket and poured a bowl of rice into it.

"Thank you... Uncle Guo."

This is of little use in the current difficult situation, but Zhao Cheng is also relatively happy.

"Be careful, the world has become more and more chaotic recently."

Uncle Guo looked across the street as if pointing something out, and closed the store door.Looking around, there were two men who looked like gangsters and beggars staring at Zhao Cheng at the street corner.In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a special term for this kind of person called Pipi.

In fact, when they "just arrived" the day before yesterday, they were staring at them. It was these two people who passed by outside Zhao Cheng's courtyard, and the chicken was stolen that night.

Zhao Cheng quickly looked away and tried not to look at them.

After being slapped on the back of the head, he covered his head and turned around to look. When he met Liu Dutou with two policemen, he was pointed at the nose again: "Continue serving tomorrow, don't be late."

As a policeman, his attitude is very bad, but Zhao Cheng is actually very happy to meet him now, nodded and said, "I will be there on time, and I won't cause trouble for Liu Dutou."

Liu Dutou's stern face relaxed, and he turned and left.

Zhao Cheng looked sideways again, it seemed that because of talking to Liu Dutou, the two gangsters disappeared temporarily...

The rice given by Uncle Guo was not even enough for one meal.

Zhao Cheng searched the house again, and finally found a deed.

One idea is: treat this as an IOU or a flower, and get some money first to support it for a while.

This behavior was a bit of a blockbuster in ancient times, but it was a very practical and flexible behavior for Zhao Cheng.Otherwise, you may die of exhaustion and starvation within three days...

The "Chen's Pawn Shop" at the corner of Yongdao Street has a very large facade. When dusk fell, lanterns were hung at their door.

The shopkeeper, Lao Chentou, is a well-known half-black and half-white profiteer in Chizhou City. He is usually unsmiling and has no expression on anything.Like a facial paralysis.

There is an abacus placed on the old wooden counter. The beads on the abacus have become somewhat shiny after years of use. It can be seen that this old guy is a ruthless character who is quite good at calculations.

Zhao Cheng walked in with one bare foot and placed a yellowed house deed on the counter.

Old Chen looked at Zhao Cheng indifferently for three seconds, then looked at the house deed, and gestured with three fingers, "Thirty sticks."

Old Chen knew Zhao Cheng.In my impression, he is a down-to-earth guy. His parents left behind a leaky ancestral house, and Zhao Cheng spent a year slowly repairing it by himself.In the past few years, Zhao Cheng has taken on multiple part-time jobs at the same time to make ends meet, no matter what kind of work he has, he will do it as long as he has it.After filling his stomach and having some savings, Zhao Cheng bought two chicks, one of which was raised to death due to technical problems, and the remaining one was said to have just been stolen.

These are all old Chen Tou knows about Zhao Cheng.

"The price seems to be..." Zhao Chengzhen knew too little about these things.

Old Chen didn't say a word, and continued to pick up the book and read.

"Then let's do it thirty times." Zhao Cheng had no choice but to compromise.

With a blank expression on his face, Old Chen took a picture of the agreement on the table and handed over a pen.

This thing is called a pawn contract in the words of later generations. Zhao Cheng picked up the brush and hesitated for a while, then put it down, and pressed his fingerprint.

Old Chen was still expressionless. After accepting the deed and agreement, a big man with a big arm and a round waist who looked like a thug threw out several large bags of copper coins.

One of the bags hit his foot, Zhao Cheng experienced the pain of being hit by money for the first time.

I didn't expect that there would be so many [-] guns, and it would definitely not work with so much money.The old man Chen seemed a little honest, so Zhao Cheng said again: "It's not convenient for me to carry it, so can I store it here and withdraw it slowly?"

Old Chen took another agreement on the table and handed over the pen.

This is called a depositor contract in the words of later generations, but Zhao Cheng was asked to pay him a storage fee instead.

Zhao Cheng thinks that this is a good thing on the contrary. If he generously pays Zhao Cheng a lot of interest in this era, it should not be far from being cheated of his principal.

He decisively pressed his fingerprints again and left with the one hundred copper coins he had withdrawn temporarily...

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