I walk the career line in dog blood

After an unknown amount of time, An Yinong finally fell asleep. Gu Zhengzhong got out of the car, and he looked at the crow standing on the frame of the car: "Keep guard, something went wrong, and you are the only one to ask."

At this time, Gu Zhengzhong's eyes were cold and merciless, and there was no warmth like before, but the crow was used to it.

"Didn't Your Highness say that you will leave when you're happy? It's been several months, what's so special about this human being?" The crow landed and turned into a man in black.

Gu Zhengzhong paused for a moment: "I can see through the hearts of ordinary people at a glance, but I can't fathom his heart."

There was a smile on his face, and he quickly put it away: "You don't have to worry about his affairs, just take care of the good people."

Gu Zhengzhong seemed to pass through a certain barrier and disappeared directly.But in just a few seconds, he appeared again, and went straight into the car without saying a word.

An Yinong didn't sleep well, his brows were frowning, his body was sweating, his lips were dry, and his face was a little pale.

It was only when he was so weak and helpless that he was sure that he was really just a teenager.

Gu Zhengzhong took out a palm-sized treasure box from his sleeve, which was as crystal clear as ice jade. When the box was opened, there was a small round red fruit inside, with a strange fragrance.

As soon as this scent passed through the curtain, it attracted the 'things' for several miles around, but they dared not approach.

Gu Zhengzhong pinched the vermilion fruit with two fingers, and hung it three or four inches above An Yinong's lips. When he squeezed lightly, red liquid dripped down, just dripping on the corner of An Yinong's lips. More intense.

An Yinong in the dream licked his lips, Gu Zhengzhong smiled and squeezed out two more drops of red liquid.He looked at the fruit with no essence left, and threw it outside.Before the fruit landed, a gust of black wind came and swept it away, followed by other forces.

The next day, An Yinong woke up with the sound of the victims getting up early to cook. He was in great spirits and even felt better than before he fell ill.

"It's good to be alive and healthy."

An Yinong wiped his face, put on the brown plaster again, and covered his attractive face with a big scarf.

He lit incense sticks for Gu Zhengzhong, then folded a small golden orange beside him, and bowed respectfully: "Good morning, sir."

Gu Zhengzhong looked at the little tangerine next to Xianxiang, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Well, good morning."

He hadn't heard 'Good morning', but that didn't stop him from knowing what it meant and learning to use it right away.

After that, everyone else was struggling to escape, and An Yinong had to listen to the teacher's lecture while pushing the cart.

"Now there are not many conditions, so let's explain one article a day. This is the famous article "Zan Momei" written by the literary minister of the previous dynasty. I will test you tonight."

"Recite or understand?" An Yinong asked.

"Naturally they all have to."

Mr. Gu is usually easy to talk, but at this time he is very majestic as a master. If An Yinong can't keep up with the rhythm, the car here will double the weight.

"You have to listen to me carefully." Gu Zhengzhong squinted his eyes and looked at the evasive person in the crowd who caught An Yinong's attention, a gray mouse.

"Yes, sir."

That night, Gu Zhengzhong did spot-check An Yinong's situation. An Yinong stumbled on his memorization, but Gu Zhengzhong's eyes lit up with his understanding of this "Mo Mei Zan".

Most scholars always have a wonderful kneeling plot to their predecessors. They always feel that there is nothing wrong with the ancients, celebrities, and famous ancients.

Gu Zheng was very satisfied in the center, but he still wanted to beat on purpose: "The idea is very good, but it's too sharp. Next time, we should be more reserved."

"Yes."

Seeing An Yinong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Gu Zhengzhong smiled and said, "Are you tired?"

"I'm not tired." An Yinong took out the [-]-day countdown state of the college entrance examination.

"That's good," Gu Zhengzhong smiled while sitting in the car, "I was worried about your poor foundation, so I slowed down. Since you can bear it, then add one more article every day."

"..."

There is no pen, no books, and even the teachers are not professional enough, but this is the best education An Yinong can get.

At this moment, he was on the way to escape from the famine, and there were no serious scholars around him. Gu Zhengzhong was the best teacher he could come into contact with, although An Yinong didn't know who he was or what he was.

Wanting to pass the imperial examination to become an official was not decided in a moment of anger, but the result of careful consideration.

In his previous life, he was a singer and he had realized his wish. In this life, he originally wanted to follow the crowd and be rich.However, what he saw and heard along the way changed his mind.

An Yinong is convinced that his ideas and abilities are better than ordinary people. The powerful amount of modern information is systematized into unforgettable knowledge and stored in his brain, reminding him all the time that he is a special existence.

Since you have this ability, why not try to benefit one party?

When a person lives, he must find a reason for himself to live.

The weather is getting colder and there are two more heavy snowfalls. Many people who don't have enough clothes are showing signs of illness. Ginger has become more expensive than food.

The daughter-in-law of the village head's family also fell ill. She was ill for a few days, and everyone thought it would only be two days.

"Her father, leave me behind and lighten the burden." The eldest daughter-in-law of the village chief's family wiped away tears, "I have been married to you for so many years, and I gave birth to a girl named He Miao. If I leave..."

"Don't talk nonsense, just cover your sweat." The elder son of the village chief choked out a sentence, his eyes were red.

The little girl also cried around her mother: "Mother, don't leave me."

"Don't cry." The village chief opened the straw curtain of the tent, and he brought in a small bag, "Xiwazi gave it to him. He said it contained pills for fever. Take three pills a day after meals."

"Xiwazi?" The eldest son of the village looked at the bag in his hand in surprise, and when he opened it, there was not only a small porcelain bottle, but also three or four catties of millet inside.

"Mother, you are saved." The eldest son of the village burst into tears, weeping with joy.

The village chief didn't expect there to be so much decent food in it, and his family has started to eat grass roots now.

In the last city, as a businessman, a big girl can only sell more than a dozen catties of grain.

"Grab a handful to make porridge for your daughter-in-law first, and remember to return him when you have food. We all remember this kindness. What he gives is not food and medicine, but life."

The daughter-in-law of the village head is also a life-threatening one. After a high fever, relying on this rice porridge and pills that don't know whether it will work or not, she survived.

The village chief's family did not tell the public that his family was not the only one who was sick among the victims. If anyone found out, An Yinong had a box of food and medicine, which was not enough.

"When will it snow?"

After sweeping the snow on the shed and around, An Yinong rubbed his hands and shrank into the car.

The snow is too heavy, and if it is not cleaned in time, the oil paper on the shed will be crushed. He has to get up to sweep the snow every day. Fortunately, when he pastes the shed, he uses the thickest oil paper. It's been a month and it's still fine.

When Gu Zhengzhong saw An Yinong coming in, he didn't even fan himself, but with a thought, the snowflakes on An Yinong's body disappeared by themselves, and warmth arose secretly.

If other people got into his car, they would be stunned in amazement. This small compartment, separated by a layer of coarse cloth, was actually several degrees warmer than the outside.

An Yinong sat down cross-legged, and picked up a book on the mattress.This was brought by Gu Zhengzhong, Xueda and the others couldn't leave anyway, so they might as well study hard here.

He held the book, and his upper body was straight. Although he looked like a distressed refugee, the demeanor that had become part of his temperament could not be deceived.

Gu Zhengzhong watched from the sidelines and found it pleasing to the eye.

In fact, the intensity he required is really embarrassing, even the children of aristocratic families who started enlightenment at the age of four may not be able to keep up.But An Yinong never complained, he just implemented it seriously, using the most efficient and strictest method to demand himself.

Diligent, eager to learn, smart, and know everything, how can you not like such a student?

It snowed heavily for several days, the wheels were covered by thick snow, and the land was completely white.The disaster victims are full of sorrow, how do we go about this?You can't wait until the snow melts.

"Change the road and go east. The Pingjiang Mansion on the east side is the closest to us." One person came up with an idea.

"Pingjiang Mansion? Didn't you say that there was a flood there?"

Several leaders discussed there, some made a decisive decision, and some hesitated. Pingjiang Mansion is notoriously troubled.

"Well, let's go separately, some continue to go south, and some turn east to Pingjiang Mansion." Originally, the victims only got together because of the same destination, and it is reasonable to separate when the destination is different.

An Yinong decided to go to Pingjiang Mansion, which is part of the plot, and Pingjiang Mansion has many mountains and few people, just when labor is needed, it is more friendly to the victims, and people who come will be given houses and mountains.Some of them can be assigned to sandy land or tidal flats near the sea.

"Sandy land." An Yinong began to ponder whether to use the sandy land to grow watermelons or raise ducks.

Not many people chose to go to Pingjiang Mansion, and there were only five households in total, not counting the two orphans An Yinong and Huang Meisheng.

They had to shovel snow and go on their way, so they walked very slowly.

The job of identifying the way was handed over to a merchant among the victims. The man who ran the shop when he was young knew how to use the density of the canopy, the annual rings of the tree and the stars in the sky at night to distinguish the direction.

They rushed day and night, and finally came to Pingjiang Mansion on the second day of No.90 when they were fleeing famine. On that day, it was New Year's Eve, Pingjiang Mansion rarely set off fireworks, and golden sparks flew into the air, exploding into flowers.

Outside the city gate, the victims stared blankly at the especially lonely sky after the fireworks burned, with mixed feelings in their hearts, but only a wry smile on their faces.

"It's thirty years old."

The magistrate of Pingjiang Prefecture did not expect that there would be disaster victims coming here, but since they came, they should make good arrangements. There are few poor people in their prefecture, so two or thirty people is nothing.

"It's just that I don't know the temperament of these victims, so don't cause any trouble." The magistrate was a little worried. Hearing that the journey of these victims was not peaceful, he was also infected with a bit of viciousness.

"My lord, I think it can be divided into Shanling County. There are seven mountains, two rivers and one field, and there are many villages and people in the mountains. They can't cause any trouble. If you are not at ease, you can divide them into two batches and give them away. to a remote village."

The prefect of Pingjiang Prefecture accepted this suggestion, and even considered the victims: "Send them to villages where multiple surnames live together, so that one surname will not be powerful and oppress the victims."

So An Yinong was separated from the village chief's family. He, Huang Meisheng, and a family of five were sent to a mountain village in Shanling County.

As disaster victims who have settled locally, they can receive [-] catties of grain, a piece of homestead and three acres of land subsidized by the government at one time.

Of course, these three acres of land are not fields that have already been reclaimed, but one of three choices: mountainous land, ponds, and sandy land.An Yinong chose the pond.

After paying another three taels of silver, he got a pond of more than ten mu, and the small land near the pond was also his.As for his homestead, on the hillside not far away, a simple hut has been built with bamboo sticks and thatch.

"You can open a small vegetable garden here and raise some ducks." The kind-hearted Abo told him in a local dialect that he could barely understand.The simple old man also likes the fair and beautiful young man, he looks easy to get along with.At the beginning, they were really worried that some vicious victims would come.

An Yinong even guessed that he understood the other party's words, and thanked him earnestly.

"This place is not far from the sea, fish and shrimp are cheap and not easy to sell." Gu Zhengzhong floated three inches in the air, with the tip of his fan pressed against his lips.

"It's not just fish and shrimp that can be sold in the pond." An Yinong said with a smile, "I'm going to plant mulberry trees by the pond, raise fish and water chestnut in the water, and raise ducks by the pond."

"There is a local custom of raising mulberry and silkworms. Silkworm cocoons can be deducted from taxes, and the rest can be used for daily life. Since I am going to take the imperial examination, I can't focus on farming. Choosing a pond is the most suitable of."

The most important thing is that he has a natural affinity for aquatic animals and has a "health halo". Choosing a pond can take advantage of this advantage.

"Well, there are more than ten ponds to choose from, and there are bigger and deeper ones. Why did you choose this one?" This pond is the most remote one, but An Yinong chose it, and also chose the homestead here .

An Yinong looked at this ordinary-looking pond with a smile: "This pond is formed naturally. It has springs and undercurrents underground. It is natural running water. Only this kind of water can raise good fish and shrimp. Even I have An idea, but it needs to be tested before we can judge whether it can be done.”

"What's your idea?" Gu Zhengzhong was a little curious. How can there be flowers in such an ordinary pond?

An Yinong pointed to the crucian carp flashing in the water: "The last thing I'm sure of is the fish in this pond. People in the village say that golden red and silver crucian carp have been caught here. I want to try to breed ornamental fish."