Reborn the wonderful life of ancient times

A lamp is like a bean, and the faint light illuminates the yellow mud wall more mottled. The July breeze blows in along the worn window paper, bringing a little coolness. With a soft sigh, the little figure lying on the kang Turn over.

Thin, not like a ten-year-old body, only a pair of big eyes are left on the palm-sized face, and now the soul in this body is the modern 28-year-old man who has passed through for three days~~~ Lin Mo .

The owner of this body is called Lin Zimo, who is just one word away from him. His weak body couldn't bear the torment of the wind and cold, so he left early and ushered in Lin Mo's rebirth.

He got up halfway, dizzy for a while, and slowly leaned his body against the quilt, and smiled bitterly again, this body is too weak.

However, he is too grateful to the heavens for giving him a chance to be reborn. Only after experiencing death can he know the value of life. If he is given another chance, even if he experiences ten or eight lovers betraying him, he will never do stupid things again .

The only thing I'm sorry for is that the parents who raised him, until they were 28 years old, didn't show filial piety to them for a day, and in the end, they were separated forever.Fortunately, there is still a younger brother, and the two elders never knew that he was a brother, so it is finally a consolation. The two-bedroom property he left behind can be worth one or two million in that second-rate city, which is enough for them to live in a small town. Elderly care in the county.

Wipe away the tears left quietly, I can only wish God ~~ I hope they spend their old age safely and healthily.

The wooden door of the outer room squeaked, and then light footsteps came in. The folded and patched curtain was lifted, and a woman in her 40s walked in. Her yellow and thin face was still beautiful with fine lines, showing a gentle smile. Smiling, holding a large rough porcelain bowl in his hand: "Mo'er, come on, mother has cooked a bowl of noodles for you, eat it while it's hot."

Lin Mo~ It's Lin Zimo now, and hurriedly wanted to get up, the woman quickly put the bowl on the kang table on the kang, and came to help him: "Don't worry, take your time, the illness is just getting better."

Being gently supported to sit at the table, Lin Zimo showed a grateful smile. After three days of meticulous care, this former Lin Zimo's mother made him feel like a mother in that life, and it was not awkward to call her a mother.

In the half-old rough porcelain bowl, there were scattered a few noodles made of cornmeal and ginseng white flour, paired with green scallions. Although there was not much oily smell, it exuded a natural noodle fragrance, which whetted Lin Zimo's appetite.

In Xiaolin Zimo's memory, this is one of the few delicacies that he has eaten in the past three years since his previous home was dilapidated.

Even Lin Zimo himself, in the world where fakes are rampant, can't taste such a natural flavor that exudes a noodle fragrance.

Just after eating a piece of chopstick noodles, a woman suddenly yelled from outside: "Which one of those gluttonous bastards stole my son's noodles?"

Lin Zimo shivered reflexively, his already thin face turned pale again, deep in his memory, he was full of fear of the owner of that voice.

The woman hurriedly stepped forward to hug his small body, and touched the top of his head with her hand: "Don't be afraid, Mo'er, mother, go out and tell her."With that said, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

Lin Zimo smiled wryly. A big man was overwhelmed by a woman's yelling. Although it was an instinctive reaction of the body, it was still a joke.

Lin Zimo heard his mother explain: "Sister-in-law, I brought Mo'er a bowl. His illness has not recovered, and his body is too weak."

The voice immediately rose an octave: "The whole family suffers from tuberculosis, and it was my son who made up for it. Your tuberculosis son is alive and well, and he snatched food from my champion son's bowl.

Lin Zimo couldn't help but support his forehead. In the memory of this body, the Lin family was considered a well-to-do family in Fucheng three years ago.Grandfather Lin Kui and eldest Bo Lin Huaiyi are both scholars. Although father Lin Huaide is not good at school, his ability is not good, but he manages a silk shop in the family well, and his uncle is a teacher. Four servants.

What happened later, the original owner was too young at that time, he only remembered his honest and honest grandfather, for some unknown reason, he actually killed someone in the busy market, and then committed suicide.

Everything was lost, and the family returned to their hometown in desperation under the leadership of grandma.

This yelling woman is the aunt Liu, a petty and bitter person. Lin Huaide has no special skills except for business, and has no capital in his hands, so he has to take his two eldest sons, Lin Zihao and Lin Zihan, to clean up all day long. The ten mu of land passed down from the ancestors has no other income.

After all, the uncle is a scholar, and he found a teaching job, with a salary of eight taels of silver per year.Except they kept half of it for themselves, and it was only four taels to the family. Lin Ziwen, the eldest brother of the uncle’s family, also had to pay one tael of silver for Shu Xiu, and the rest was the pocket money of the whole family. Unfortunately, she couldn't see that the rations of the whole family were grown by Lin Huaide and his son. She pointed at Sang and scolded Huai every day, and gave her son and daughter a little bit of good stuff.

The noise outside was still going on, and Mrs. Zhou could distinguish a few words at first, but in the end her voice disappeared, and Mrs. Liu was allowed to chant loudly.Lin Zimo's anger is gradually rising, when will he be so angry after eating a bowl of noodles?

Just about to get up and get off the kang, an old woman's voice came from outside: "Boss, when will you agree to eat something for a sick child?"

Mrs. Liu paused for a moment, but still shouted loudly: "Grandmother, don't be biased, old man. I earn all the money. My son is going to be the number one scholar. Of course, he has to eat well to feed his brain. Look, I made noodles for Ziwen, and let my brother and sister steal a bowl for that sick child, of course I have to talk about it."

It was grandma Huang who spoke, and Huang snorted: "The family hasn't been separated yet, you don't care what you say about the family, although the boss earned a little money, you also kept half of it, and the children in the family are only Ziwen of your family went to school, but none of the children of the second family didn’t go to school. Usually, it’s fine. Now that the child is sick and eats poorly, are you ashamed to say it? Isn’t the food at home the second father and his son? Planted it back?"

Mrs. Liu muttered a few words, the voice was too small to be heard, and there was also the voice of the elder brother's persuasion, but finally it finally stopped.

When she was feeling depressed, the door curtain was lifted, grandma Huang came in, saw that Lin Zimo had only eaten two mouthfuls of noodles, sighed, and stroked his head, "Zimo, I know you are very childish, But the body is important, your aunt has a heartless person, we don't have the same knowledge as her, the illness is just getting better, eat a few mouthfuls, ah!" Lin Zimo only felt his eyes heat up, and all kinds of feelings came up, the regrets of the previous life, the regrets after rebirth Fear, as if it is no longer important, people around him are loving him in their own way, what else can make life difficult?

After cleaning up, the family gathered in the house.Grandma and her elder sister Lin Yun lived in the east room of the three principal rooms, while the uncle and his wife lived in the west room, and the main room in the middle was used for cooking.When the eldest brother Lin Ziwen was not in school, he lived alone in two west wing rooms, a study room and a bedroom, which was requested by his aunt.

As for my family, apart from my parents, there are two older brothers and one younger sister, Lin Yu, but the six members of my family are squeezed into two rooms in the east wing.

Lin Zimo was thankful that the kang in the countryside was big enough, and at the same time was amazed at the enthusiasm of the brothers and sisters for learning.With some oil lamps on the kang table, the second elder brother Lin Zihao (called according to the family's senior rank) cherished a half-bald writing brush, dipped it in clean water, and wrote lightly on a white wooden board.The third brother Lin Zihan and the younger sister Lin Yu practiced writing with small wooden sticks on the sand in the wooden trays that looked simple at first glance. In Lin Zimo's hands, both of them were stuffed with a book of the mean with torn edges.

Zhou and Lin Huaide leaned back a little. Zhou held a piece of clothing in his hand, squinted his eyes hard, and mended it with the bright light, while Lin Huaide sorted out the farm tools. The corn cobs should be harvested in more than ten days. Yes, everything has to be prepared in advance.

This semi-bald writing brush is simply extremely precious. After half an hour, it was changed to the third brother holding it gently to write. This is because Lin Zimo is still weak, otherwise, several people would have to take turns to write.Just this, the eldest brother secretly gave it to them behind his uncle's back.

Speaking of which, this elder brother is not bad. Although his personality is similar to that of an elder uncle, he is more honest and honest, but he loves his brothers and sisters from the bottom of his heart. Now the books hand-copied on straw paper in the broken box on the kang are all the painstaking efforts of the elder brother. , and copied all his books, otherwise, the elder brother's study would be closely watched by the uncle, and the brothers would not be able to take a look at it.

Looking at the serious people, Lin Zimo raised the book in his hand with a headache. To be honest, looking at these things, there is not even a punctuation mark, and it feels like his eyes are full of mosquito coils.Although I learned a few classical Chinese essays when I was in school, they were all marked, and there were vernacular annotations.

I read it sentence by sentence with difficulty. In my impression, the original Lin Zimo was also a person who didn't like reading books. What he liked were some essays. For this, he was often scolded by his father and elder brother.

After watching for nearly an hour and a half, the uncle yelled in a higher voice than the beautiful woman from the yard: "Some people just don't wink. What time do you still not sleep? Lamp oil doesn't cost money?" Lin Zihao stared and immediately threw it down. Lin Zimo of the book glanced, and helplessly blew out the lamp.