Jing Xingzhi's ancient daily life

Jing Xingzhi returned home alone with a simple bag, not even Wang Zhuang.

If you go out, you are not familiar with the place, so it is convenient to bring someone who can handle things.But Jing Xingzhi was going back to his hometown, his own home, so naturally he didn't need to prepare anything.

In the evening, when one of Jing Xing arrived at the pier in Mingxi Town, Uncle Er Niu stopped him.

Jing Erniu pulled Jing Xingshang's ox cart with his rough hands, beaming with joy: "I knew you were coming back today! If you don't come back today, it will only be a matter of a few days."

The reason why Jing Erniu is so sure is because of Father Jing.

Jing's father was buried on the Jing family's grave, and Jing's father's greatest wish was to be promoted.

Now that the son has fulfilled his late father's ambition, he will naturally come back and tell his father.

As for the details of the township examination, people in Mingxi Town didn't know much before today.It was yesterday that Li Huasui returned to the next town, and was asked by someone on the pier and said a few words. The news spread from the next town to Mingxi Town, and only this morning did everyone know that there was an extra gentleman in the town!

Jing Erniu had been hanging out on the pier all year round. When he found out the news, he went back and told the villagers. He was waiting on the pier early this morning, and he really waited for the little scholar.

No, it's not a little scholar anymore, it's a master Juren!

Jing Erniu looked at Jing Xingzhi up and down, and said honestly with a smile: "I see Master Juren is still the same, still thin, go home and ask your uncle Xiu to make egg pancakes for you!"

"That's troublesome uncle!" Jing Xingzhi smiled, and sat in the back of Uncle Er Niu's cart.

Jing Erniu saw that he was seated, so he drove the bullock cart and took him to the village.

While driving the ox cart, Jing Erniu asked, "Brother Fang, is he alright? You sent a letter last time saying that you have a baby, so fast! Hehehe!"

Jing Xingzhi thought, if Liu Fang was there, this hey hey hey would make people's faces blush.

Running God thought about Xiao Fangfang, and Jing Xingzhi replied: "It's pretty good, but I went to Fucheng with me before, tossing back and forth, and just rested for a few days, so we didn't come back together this time."

Jing Erniu laughed loudly: "It's your aunt who misses him. I'm afraid he won't understand anything when he's just pregnant. It's not me who reminded me."

Jing Xingzhi thought that he was going to pay homage to his ancestors and needed to prepare some things, so he said, "Uncle Er Niu, I'm going to burn some things in front of the grave. Please let me get off at the intersection where funeral goods are sold. I'll wait for you later." a little while."

Jing Erniu didn't turn the direction, and walked directly out of the county: "The village chiefs have taken care of everything for you, and you can just go back. That old thing knew last night that a memorial archway for juren was going to be built in the village, so he was so happy that he didn't sleep in the middle of the night. He fell asleep, and was finally beaten by his mother-in-law before he survived."

Jing Xingzhi imagined that scene, and said with a helpless smile, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, folks."

As soon as they arrived at the place, someone would pick them up, and someone at home would look after them. Paper money for ancestor worship was prepared, and Jing Xingzhi was so considerate that he felt like an old man from somewhere.But thank you seemed rusty, and I could only say a word of trouble.

But Jing Erniu still refused: "This kind of trouble is beyond the reach of others!

You are young and don't understand, face is convenience.

In the future, we will set up a Juren Memorial at the entrance of the village, and it will be more convenient to release water in summer; it will be convenient for people in our village to go to the government to do business;

It's not all because of you that we can get these conveniences in the future.So don't worry about that, the village chief is very happy!Everyone is happy too! "

Jing Xingzhi was a little surprised. It's not that he didn't expect the benefits that his change of identity would bring to the village, but he didn't expect that Uncle Er Niu would think it through.It seems that in this matter of life, experience is really a good thing.

The ox cart was driven out of the carriage by Uncle Er Niu, and returned to the village faster than usual.

As soon as they arrived in the village, the little children in the village got on the car to watch the master Juren get on the car, ran to call the village chief, and called the village chief, chattering excitedly like it was Chinese New Year.

Because Jing Duo occupied the best position next to Jing Xingzhi, his face was full of joy, and he asked, "Brother Xiucai, I heard that you have been selected as a candidate? Are you a Wenqu star?"

Someone must have told the child about Wenquxing, but Jing Xingzhi couldn't answer that by himself.

He clicked on Jing Duo's sweaty little nose: "I should be your scholar brother. What did you do just now, you got sweaty? Turn around and be careful that your younger brother hates your stinky body."

Brother Jing Duo is a big brother, white and tender like a bun, and his nickname is also called Bao Zi, and he is the tip of Jing Duo's heart.

Jing Duo wiped off the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and talked with Jing Xingzhi, "You said that my little brother has such a good nose that he can smell everything?"

Jing Erniu saw that he was talking endlessly, so he slapped Jing Duo on the forehead with his big hand: "It's none of your business, it makes you make trouble every day, and you don't go to school well! Also, you can't be called Brother Xiucai now, you You have to call him Lord Juren!"

Jing Duo covered his head and hid beside Jing Xingzhi: "Brother Xiucai is not old, if he can't do it, call him Brother Juren!"

Jing Xingzhi also felt strangely uncomfortable being called out one by one by the master.He nodded and agreed with Jing Duo's idea: "Just call him Brother Juren, and I will change it next time." Next time, there might be Brother Jinshi, Brother Tanhua, Brother Number One Scholar, anyway, there are many opportunities to change your mind.

Jing Xingzhi said that all kinds of voices calling for brother immediately came from around him.

The bullock cart ran ten meters into the village, and it was no longer children playing at the entrance of the village, but a group of village elders and village chiefs in the village.

Jing Xingzhi feels that he may become a gold ingot, which everyone likes.

Sitting at the village head's house for a while, discussing what Jing Xingzhi would do in the next few days.

Tomorrow morning, we will worship our ancestors, and in the afternoon, an old man from the town will come to visit and recognize Jing Xingzhi.

In the future, the village will start to invite people from the government to build archways according to the amount of places.

Wait for three to five days, the archway is initially built, and a water mat is held at the entrance of the village to show off to other villages.

Ever since Liu Fang opened a department store, the life of Jingjia Village has become better and better. All the villages in Shiliba are enviable "rich" villages, and the villages also have money to run these things to save face.But Jing Xingzhi couldn't ask everyone to pay back the money, he paid for the ingredients for the water table himself.

After a night of rest, Jing Xingzhi got up early the next day, and he took the basket to the cemetery in Jingjia Village.

Walking through the winding mountain road, stepping on the overbearing weeds and wild flowers growing on the road, Jing Xingzhi arrived at the grave of Jing's parents.

It is said to be a tomb, but it is actually two grave bags. These two grave bags are no different from other people's graves.At most, it is in front of Jingfu's tomb, and the stele is bigger and more beautiful.

When Jing's father passed away, it was Jing's mother who took care of the funeral, and the tombstone spent a lot of money to ask someone to carve the inscription.Now that the rain has been blowing for many years, the inscriptions of some characters on the inscription have become much shallower.

When Jing's mother died, Jing Weizhi and Lan Cao's couple took the money, but pretended that they had no money. Even Jing's mother was buried with the help of villagers.

At that time, the village was poor, and it didn't make sense to spend a lot of effort on a dead man's grave, so it was a little crude.

In front of the two graves right now, the weeds have been stripped clean, looking quite neat.

In front of the tombstones, there are still melons and fruits, and there are even traces of burnt paper money. I think the villagers will tell the happy news to the couple sooner rather than later.

Jing Xingzhi looked at the two tombs with soft eyes. He lifted the cloth from the basket and added the sacrifices he had prepared.

After placing the sacrifices, Jing Xingzhi took out the paper money, arranged them in a pile, and lit them with a fire starter.

Clusters of yellow paper money ignited, lighting up orange flames.

Jing Xingzhi frowned and sighed.

He looked at a grave with a larger tombstone, and said, "I have been admitted to Juren, and I will go on to be admitted to Jinshi later. Your deeds will definitely be written in the genealogy that future generations will read."

Turning to look at Jing's mother's tombstone again: "Little Xiucai and my brother are both very good. Although life is hard, they are both very good. Don't worry..."

Before coming here, Jing Xingzhi Jinyi was more joyful in returning home, but it was only here that he felt heavy in his heart.

He fulfilled Father Jing's will, but this meant that Father Jing had not fulfilled his own ambition; he came to tell the two ancestors that their child was fine, which meant that they could not see it with their own eyes.

After burning the paper money, Jing Xingzhi sprinkled a jug of fine wine, picked up the basket, turned around and walked back into the world of mortals.

But Jing Xingzhi walked not far away, his ears moved, and he could really hear the cries and chewing sounds behind him.

Jing Xingzhi listened again, confirmed that he had heard correctly, frowned and walked towards the grave.

Standing ten meters in front of Jing's father and mother's grave, Jing Xingzhi saw a figure huddled in front of the tombstone.The figure ate the tribute he had brought.Looking at the tombstone and crying.

That figure looked like a young man, he should be about the same age as Jing Xingzhi, but the clothes on his body were made of the worst coarse cloth, and they were still patched.

"Which family do you belong to?" Jing Xingzhi walked over and asked aloud.

No matter which family the child is from, they live in poverty, and there is no reason to steal the sacrifice without saying hello.

What's more, Liu Fang once mentioned to Jing Xingzhi that every household in the village can receive money from the department store.Which family in the village is so poor?

The figure was startled by Jing Xingzhi's sudden voice, and almost sat in the pile of paper money.

But when he turned his head, his face was revealed.

Jing Xingzhi felt familiar, but couldn't remember who he looked like.

He straightened his face and asked sharply: "Tell me honestly which one is yours? Why did you steal the sacrifices given to the ancestors? Otherwise, I will ask myself, and your fate will be even worse then."

The thin Jing Dabao looked at the uncle he hated, pursed his mouth and wanted to cry, but Jing Xingzhi looked too fierce, Jing Dabao could only forcefully hold back his tears.

Jing Dabao replied in a mosquito-like voice, "I...I'm hungry..."

Jing Xingzhi stared at the person and asked impatiently, "Which family do you belong to? Are you from the village?"

Jing Dabao grabbed the big meat bun in his hand, took a bite, and cried, "I'm Jing Dabao!"

Who is Jing Dabao?This person obviously doesn't have much memory, and he couldn't recall any useful information for a while.

Jing Xingzhi asked again: "Who is your father?" He may not know the young people in the village, but the elders can match their names.

Jing Dabao thought of his father, looked at Jing Xingzhi in front of him, and felt even more frightened.

This uncle is so cruel to his father, and even sent him to jail, who knows what he will do to him?

But besides this uncle, he has no other relatives.The house is also lost, he is more obedient, can this uncle help him get the house back?

Jing Dabao hesitated between flattering Uncle Juren and being afraid, he forgot to eat the meat buns in his hand.

Jing Xingzhi asked people, and the voice of Jing Duo calling him to eat could be heard in the distance.

The child's voice was crunchy, as if his body was still running, and he was panting slightly: "Brother Juren, breakfast is ready! My mother made egg pancakes!"

Jing Xingzhi replied loudly: "Here, slow down."

Jing Dabao, who was squatting on the ground, hugged his legs, his brows were knotted, and his expression was very tangled.

The boy Jing Duo is here, and his identity will definitely be exposed...

Since it will be exposed sooner or later, why not say it himself!

Jing Dabao stared at Jing Xingzhi, and whispered: "My father is Jing Weizhi, and my mother is Lancao."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Dabao stood up nervously in fear and stared at Jing Xingzhi.As long as Jing Xingzhi seemed to want to hit him, he just...he ran away!

But Jing Xingzhi just frowned slightly, looking a little distressed.

Hearing the names of Jing Weizhi and Lancao, Jing Xingzhi slowly thought of Jing Dabao.

But the Jing Dabao in his impression is a white and fat fat man, which is totally different from the Jing Dabao in coarse cloth and patched clothes in front of him.

But Jing Dabao didn't need to lie to him, so this skinny man was really Jing Dabao.

Then Jing Xingzhi fell into a tangle, he was hesitating whether to take care of Jing Dabao?

Jing Dabao was also wondering if this uncle Juren would show kindness and give him some money and things so that he could have a good meal.

Thinking of delicious food, Jing Dabao gulped.

When Jing Xingzhi heard this movement, he glanced at him: "Don't eat the tribute."

Jing Dabao nodded obediently.

He thought, if he doesn't let me eat the tribute, he should let me eat it.

Jing Dabao's house is gone, and he doesn't have any skills. If he wants to find a job, he is always disgusted by his reputation. Even if he lives in Chenghuang Temple, he will be beaten.

No way, Jing Dabao had no choice but to come to Jingjia Village, which his parents disliked.After arriving at Jingjia Village, Jing Dabao was never beaten. He also got two tattered clothes and a dilapidated house. Life was much better than in Chenghuang Temple.

But the villagers didn't like a man with hands and feet who didn't work, so they didn't pay much attention to Jing Dabao. At most, they would give him some food, but they wouldn't give much.

Dou Mien, Sheng Michou, the villagers know this truth, and are afraid of being taken advantage of.

Jing Dabao looked at Jing Xingzhi with joy, his eyes were full of longing, as if Jing Xingzhi had turned into pork ribs, chicken wings, pig's trotters, meatballs, and meat buns.

But Jing Xingzhi only explained one sentence, and walked back with a frown, holding Jing Duo's hand and going back to eat the omelette made by Aunt Xiu.

Jing Dabao was dumbfounded.

You don't care about me and don't let me eat? !

Jing Dabao turned around and looked at the several big bowls where the tributes were placed, salivating, the horrific scene of his parents being beaten with a board kept appearing in his mind, so he controlled his drooling.

Jing Dabao squeezed the meat bun in his hand, and wept again aggrieved.

This time he not only cried, but also cried to the tombstone: "Grandpa, grandma, I'm so hungry!"

"Uncle still won't let me eat, I'm really hungry!"

Jing Xingzhi and Jing Duo listened to the crying and the loud complaint from afar.

Jing Xingzhi asked Jing Duo: "When did Jing Dabao come to the village?"

Jing Duo scratched his head: "More than a month ago, he had a small yard in the town before, but he was too stupid. He was tricked into selling it and didn't get any money. He said he slept in the Temple of the Town God's Temple, and someone If you beat him, the village chief, Uncle, let him live in the village."

"Does he usually work? What does he eat?"

"He doesn't know how to work. The master will give me some, and then the west will give me some, and then I can catch fish and find something to eat on the mountain." Jing is small but has a good heart. He has seen Jing Dabao on the mountain several times, and even pointed out What can be eaten and what cannot be eaten.

Jing Xingzhi thought in his heart that Jing Weizhi and his husband really made people useless, with hands and feet, even helpers can eat.

Jing Xingzhi asked with a headache: "He can't eat enough, will he steal?" If he steals, it's a matter of character.

Jing Duo shook his head and smiled straight: "Where does he dare to steal, he hides away from dogs! He is very timid and cries loudly. The village chief Abo told us not to bully him! I am obedient !"

Jing Xingzhi was a little surprised. It looked like Jing Dabao was crying so badly because he didn't have enough to eat, but he didn't steal if he didn't have enough to eat, so it was okay.

Although it was because of timidity, he did not do anything beyond the bottom line.

Jing Xingzhi hesitated whether to take care of Jing Dabao, one reason was that Jing Dabao was the grandson of Jing's parents, and had such a relationship.

Another reason is that Jing Xingzhi may not have many chances to come back in the future.In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient. If he left Hanbei Mansion to go to other places in the future, it was possible to come back once every few years.

In this way, Jing Dabao can be reserved to add popularity to the old house, and the other one is to come to worship the ancestors during the festivals.

Cleaning up the house, worshiping the ancestors, the villagers will help, but they also have their own things to do, so it's not good to bother others all the time.

Jing Xingzhi had an idea in his mind, and during breakfast, he asked Uncle Erniu what he meant, to see what his elders thought of Jing Dabao.

Jing Erniu, who was asked, scratched his head, and after speaking the truth, he still affirmed that Jing Xingzhi did it more generously.

After dinner, Jing Xingzhi went to the graveyard again.

He was going to see if the sacrifice became passive afterward?

If Jing Dabao is obedient and does not move, Jing Xingzhi will find a way for him to eat.If Jing Dabao moved, then forget it, he is not a philanthropist.

But this idea began to waver before he reached the tombstone of Jing's parents.

Jing Dabao is still crying!

Jing Xingzhi finished his meal, but he was still crying, his crying was very clear and loud, he was really talented.

Jing Xingzhi wondered if Jing Dabao was really hungry, wouldn't it take physical strength to cry?Don't need to consume it?

Jing Dabao cried so deeply that he even hugged Jingmu's tombstone and poured himself into it, wetting a small corner of the tombstone.

Jing Xingzhi glanced at the sacrifice, but found that it hadn't moved.

But whether it was Jing Dabao who didn't want to move, or whether he was crying and forgot to move, Jing Xingzhi had some doubts.

The crying was disturbing, Jing Xingzhi doubted twice, and patted Jing Dabao's shoulder with his right hand.

"do not Cry."

Jing Dabao cried "Woooooooooo" and turned his head to look at Jing Xingzhi: "Ohoo, I can't stop! Woohoo..."

Jing Xingzhi didn't speak, and shook his left hand holding a piece of egg pancake, causing Jing Dabao to shake his head.

Jing Dabao immediately stopped crying, his eyes straightened: "It smells so good!"

"Let's eat." Jing Xingzhi threw the omelette to him, and watched Jing Dabao start eating with a whimper.

After he finished eating, Jing Xingzhi led him down the hill, and returned to the old house to let Jing Dabao take a bath and change his clothes.

After taking a bath, Jing Dabao was wearing Jing Xingzhi's old clothes, he pulled his sleeves happily and kept looking.

Although they were old clothes, they were much more comfortable to wear than patched clothes, Jing Dabao felt as if he was wearing new clothes.

He looked at Jing Xingzhi happily, and said, "Uncle, the clothes are so nice!"

"Where are these clothes good?" Jing Xingzhi sat on a chair and asked him while drinking tea.

Jing Dabao said: "There is no patch, it's still clean."

"Hey, the young master in brocade thinks of my clothes? I think the brocade clothes are better for you." Although Jing Xingzhi's heart softened, he still remembered that after Jing Weizhi and his wife had an accident, the matter of Jing Dabao had nothing to do with him look like.

This kind of person remembers to beat but not to eat.You give him food and benefits, but he doesn’t remember your kindness. If you treat him fiercely or treat him badly, he will be afraid of you.

Jing Xingzhi didn't want to worry too much, so he wouldn't give Jing Dabao food and drink for nothing.

When Jing Dabao heard Jing Xingzhi mention brocade, he also remembered his arrogant appearance back then.

He was so arrogant back then because he could do that, anyway, no matter what he did, his mother would help him out; if it didn't work, his father could still pay him back.

But now, his parents are gone, no one will let him do whatever he wants, and no one will follow his every wish.Jing Dabao was late for a long time, and finally realized the sadness of losing his doting parents.

So even when he was homeless, Jing Dabao didn't blame his parents because he was often beaten, scolded, and bullied.They did bad things, but he had all their love.

He drooped his much smaller head, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said in a muffled voice, "I, I don't have money."

"You have hands and feet, so you can't earn a bite?" Jing Xingzhi looked at Jing Dabao's hands and feet.

Jing Dabao flinched, his body trembled under Jing Xingzhi's gaze, and he took a while to explain: "Workers don't want me... They despise my bad reputation."

Jing Dabao can still know a few words, so it is easy to find a job.But everyone in the town knew what Jingwei and Lancao had done. Even the boatmen and coachmen avoided Jing Dabao, so there would be no one willing to hire him to work.

Therefore, Jing Dabao couldn't survive in the county town at all, so he had to go to Jingjia Village in the end.It was because the villagers of Jingjia Village couldn't bear it that they didn't drive him away.

Jing Xingzhi put down his teacup, and had a showdown with Jing Dabao: "Then let me farm? Your parents gave me two acres of land, and I will rent it to you, and the annual rent will be [-]%."

Jing Xingzhi's field is the worst dry field. It can't grow delicate things like rice, but can only grow sweet potatoes and potatoes, and even the plants can die of drought in hot weather.Therefore, Jing Xingzhi just gave Jing Dabao a bite to eat, and whether Jing Dabao was willing to eat or not depended on whether he could eat enough.

And this news came as a surprise to Jing Dabao!

He actually has a field to plant, and if there is a field, there is food.

"Thank you, uncle!" Jing Dabao grinned, bent over excitedly and bowed to Jing Xingzhi repeatedly.

Jing Xingzhi shook his head and said, "Don't call me Uncle."