Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"The heavens and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations..."

The sound of children reading aloud came from outside the cottage.Winter turns to spring, ice and snow melt, farmers are busy in spring plowing in the fields, mechanical waterwheels beside streams turn slowly, rumbling sound resounds all over the field.

At this point, the ordinary day of the people in Daliang began.

In the two hundred years since the founding of Daliang, several generations of monarchs have worked hard to rule. Since they ascended the throne today, they have finally developed into the most prosperous period in history.The imperial court encouraged private trade, the commercial handicraft industry developed rapidly, various inventions emerged one after another, and the national power reached the most powerful level in the world today.

Even the restless small countries in the surrounding area expressed their willingness to respect Daliang as the suzerain after several times of crushing counter-insurgency by the Daliang border guards, and sent envoys to Beijing to pay tribute every year.

The people lived a good life, and of course they are also grateful to the imperial court.Since the year of the emperor was "Tianzuo" after he ascended the throne, this year is the sixth year of Tianzuo.

The place Qiao Jing came to this time was a village in the suburbs of Daliang.

It is said that the villagers here all moved south with their families because of the war in the previous dynasty.There are hundreds of households, and most of them are surnamed Liu. Although the government has registered otherwise, the people in the vicinity habitually call this Liujia Village.

Qiao Jing took a look at the environment he was in. The room was not too big, and the furnishings in the room seemed to him rather simple. Apart from a wooden bed, there was also a desk near the window. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed on the table. The top is neatly arranged.The only thing that surprised him was that this window was actually made of transparent glass. Although it was not as fine as the modern workmanship, the surface looked smooth.

It seems that 008 is really reliable this time, he thought, he didn't put him in a classroom with many people.

Qiao Jing looked away and asked, "What is my identity here?"

008: "Mr. Teacher."

Qiao Jing: "..."

He immediately decided to take back his previous words.

"Do you think," he lowered his head and looked at it calmly, "do I look like someone who can stand on a podium and teach?"

"Don't worry," 008 said confidently, "I've considered this before crossing over, so I specially found you the most suitable identity—an unemployed teacher at home!"

Qiao Jing was silent.

After a while, he asked slowly: "Then, why am I unemployed?"

Several possibilities flashed through his mind, but 008's next sentence really exceeded Qiao Jing's expectations——

"There are many reasons, but the main ones are the social atmosphere and people's ideas," 008 explained. "In this country, that is, Daliang, although the status of merchants is not high, life is much easier than that of merchants in Chinese history. Once the economy develops, everyone wants to go into business or work in cities, and parents also want their children to be self-reliant and earn money early, so young people are naturally unwilling to go to school."

Qiao Jing let out an "oh", thinking that the reason was quite reasonable.

"Is there an imperial examination here?" He asked again.

"Yes, but because the imperial court also allows localities to recommend talents, there are not many people who rely on imperial examinations to become officials every year, and they are getting fewer and fewer every year." 008 said, "Now those who take part in the imperial examinations are all from aristocratic families. Offshoots, and children of wealthier merchants."

"Children?" Qiao Jing keenly captured a key word, "Does Daliang allow women to take the imperial examination?"

"It is allowed, but the number of applicants and admissions is very small. There are also female officials in the court, who are mainly responsible for managing folk handicrafts such as textiles. However, the current emperor is very open-minded and will adopt their opinions on some government affairs."

Another possibility for history?

Qiao Jing began to have some interest in this Liang Dynasty.

Just looking at his current attire, it is enough to see the strength of Daliang's national power, and hiding wealth from the people is not just empty talk.As an unemployed teacher at home, he was actually wearing a white silk shirt with a pair of black double-breasted robes. different.

Qiao Jing walked to the window and pushed it open.

The fresh air outside is refreshing, and the mountains in the distance are not too high, but there are still faint clouds and mist.

But what puzzled him was that the sound of children reading could be faintly heard in the distance.

Doesn't it mean that there are no children of ordinary people who are willing to go to school?

Qiao Jing asked 008, but 008 also said that he was not clear.

He thought about it for a while, and decided to find out the situation before he arrived for the first time.

In ancient times, in such a small village, human relations were more important than the laws promulgated by the imperial court.In case the truth is different from what 008 said, and in the end it was the villagers who were ostracizing him and decided to ask Gao Ming to teach his own children, then Qiao Jing must find a way to solve this matter as soon as possible—for his character, if he really At this point, basically the only way to go is to move.

Qiao Jing left the room, and a small farm yard was surrounded by a fence of more than one meter outside. None had padlocks.

He glanced at it, pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.

Now the sun has risen a lot, farmers are concentrating on their own fields, and many women go up to the mountain to pick tea with baskets on their backs, because green tea is a special product in this area, and if you go late, it may be taken by other villages. People picked more.

Qiao Jing walked all the way, and most of the people he saw were in a hurry, but no one greeted him.

This made him slightly relieved, but in such an environment, anyone's mood would be much lighter.Qiao Jing didn't ask 008 where Jing Xinglan was this time, because he knew that no matter what his size was, Jing Xinglan would definitely come to him.

If there are no accidents, he is ready to settle in this small village.

When he followed the sound to find the past, he found that the sound of reading came from a thatched hut, which was empty, and only four children sat there, ranging in age from six or seven to thirteen or fourteen, holding With a book, all of them are frowning.

Although Qiao Jing didn't greet them, the oldest child had already seen him, and immediately stood up from his seat in surprise: "Sir!"

Because of his yell, the other children who didn't have much interest in reading immediately dropped their books and rushed towards Qiao Jing with cheers.

Qiao Jing was at a loss for a while. He had never experienced the feeling of being surrounded by a group of children. In the past, this was no less than the torment of the [-]th floor of hell, although it is not much better now.

"Hi, hello," he tried to calm himself down, although his face was still a little pale, "you... what are you doing?"

"Sir, we all know." The oldest child's expression suddenly fell. This boy is fair and clean, and his facial features are well-rounded. He must have the appearance of a handsome scholar in the future. "My father told me that this year's spring Everyone else has gone out to work, and there are only a few of us who are not old enough, and the tuition fees paid are not enough to keep the school going. I am thirteen this year, and next year I have to go to the city to work, but sir, we really I still want to listen to your class, listen to your stories about the former dynasty and the generals of Daliang, I haven't finished learning the thousand-character prose you taught..."

As the boy was talking, the youngest child next to him flattened his mouth and started crying with a "wow".

We all know that crying in children is contagious.

Although I was very happy about not going to school and not endorsing books, when I saw my companion crying, the other children immediately showed a mournful expression, and the tears began to swirl.

Qiao Jing couldn't feel well from his crying, so he could only stammer and comfort him: "It's okay, if you really want to study, you can study by yourself, and you can ask me if you don't understand..."

As soon as he said these words, he regretted it. Sure enough, the next second, the boy grabbed his sleeve with bright eyes and asked repeatedly: "Really? Are you really willing to continue teaching us, sir?"

"I didn't say to continue teaching," Qiao Jing immediately corrected. Even if he was killed, he would not be able to be the first teacher for a group of crying children who could be alarmed. "

The young man was still very happy: "I know, I will go tell my parents later and ask them to give you Shuxiu!"

After finishing speaking, before Qiao Jing could stop him, he ran away quickly, and dragged away several other children who were still crying loudly before leaving.

Qiao Jing stood there dumbfounded.

So, he thought with a dull face, next, will his family welcome at least four parents to visit?

……Help.

The young man returned home in a daze. He didn't even think about making lunch. He just sat on the wicker chair in the yard, looking up at the white clouds in the blue sky in a daze.

A cloud drifted past.

Ah, another one floated by.

But he waited from early morning until dusk, the sky was covered with sunset clouds, and even his stomach was growling, but no one came to look for him.

The hunger finally brought Qiao Jing back to his senses. He looked down at 008 who was looking at him pitifully, and was about to go back to the house to get them something to eat when a loud voice came from outside the fence: "Is sir at home?" ?”

Qiao Jing, who had just entered the door, slowly poked his head out.

"……What's up?"

Outside the fence stood a man dressed as a farmer with a bamboo basket on his back.When the other party saw him, he immediately showed a simple and honest smile, raised the big white goose that was still thumping in his hand, and said, "Sir, my kid is ignorant during the day, so I'm sorry for causing you trouble. But these days There is really no way out for ordinary people to study, so a few of us fellows gathered together and gave you something, can you tell those boys and girls to let them die of their desire to study earlier?"

Seeing Qiao Jing frowning, the man said again: "It's mainly because we country people don't have the life to study and become a high-ranking official! After two years, we will go to the city to find a job and do some business. If we don't have the ability to go out , even if you stay in the village and do some farm work, it's better than knowing two useless big characters and making no money at all... Oh, I didn't mean you, look at my stupid mouth!"

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly remembered that Qiao Jing was a man who taught people to read and write, so he immediately changed his words and slapped himself.

Qiao Jing knew that he couldn't change their opinion with just a few words.

These concepts have been deeply rooted in the minds of these common people.It cannot be said that he is wrong, because it is indeed difficult for the children of ordinary people to become officials in the court by studying, but it is not all right, because no matter in what era, reading and literacy can change a person's destiny.

"I see," so after listening to the man's request, Qiao Jing just replied, "But I didn't say that I would continue to teach them, I just said that you can ask me if you have any questions, and you, as a father, can't do anything about it." Changing my son’s mind, sorry, I’m not even a teacher.”

He said frankly: "This gift, you should take it back and return it to the folks."

"But..." The man frowned tightly, and wanted to say something more unwillingly. Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded from behind him: "What do you want from him?"

The man suddenly turned his head, and when he saw the man's attire, he let out a "drink" in fright, and as soon as he let go, the big goose in his hand fell into the yard, flapping its wings angrily, and flapping its wings. 008, who was originally lying on the wicker chair, bounced three feet high on the spot in shock.

Jing Xinglan was wearing a white brocade robe with patterns of auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread, a golden crown on his head, and holding the reins of a tall horse, looking at him calmly.

The first thing that man paid attention to was his waist, although the man's waist was empty and he didn't wear anything - because the high-ranking officials and nobles in the Liang Dynasty would wear jade pendants on their waists that could reflect their status to show their nobility, The common people also rely on jade pendants to identify the identities of these nobles, but his sapphire belt alone is already priceless.

"You, you, I..." The man stammered a few times, but he still didn't dare to talk to the distinguished man in front of him, so he hurriedly told Qiao Jing to come back another day, and then With the basket on his back, he ran away like a fly.

Jing Xinglan looked at his back disappearing into the dim twilight, and looked away without interest.

He tied the rein to a fence that looked solid, stroked the horse's mane, pushed open the courtyard door and walked to Qiao Jing.

The man looked him up and down first, then smiled and said, "Looking at you wearing this outfit, I feel like I'm back in the Republic of China."

"I think so too." Qiao Jing said, "You came just in time. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm about to order some noodles."

Jing Xinglan knew what he heard, and rolled up his sleeves indifferently: "I'll do it."

Qiao Jing was polite: "That's so embarrassing. You came all the way here and asked you to cook. Let me do it."

Jing Xinglan paused, turned his head, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Can you cook with this firewood?"

Qiao Jing choked, and said honestly, "No."

After being told the truth, he silently walked into the yard to help Jing Xinglan collect firewood.

Before starting to cook, Jing Xinglan probably felt that the clothes were not convenient for cooking, so Jing Xinglan went to Qiao Jing's room to find a dress and changed into it.Although the length of the clothes was a little short for him, Daliang Chao's clothes were quite loose, so there was no problem that he couldn't fit them.

After changing out of the white brocade robe, he looked no different from the ordinary peasants in Liujia Village...Of course, his demeanor was still very different, but if that man saw him again, he would definitely not look like a farmer. The look of astonishment and awe before.

After Qiao Jing finished collecting the firewood, looking at the big white goose chasing 008 and making a fuss in the yard, he began to feel worried.

This goose probably has some bullying genes in it, and it doesn't even look at Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan; it also hides far away from the maroon horse that came in curiously outside the courtyard; There is 008, a black cat with "I'm so bully" written all over its face.

After being pecked off its butt hair several times in a row, the little black cat jumped into Qiao Jing's arms, screaming, "Stew it! Stew it quickly! I can't take it anymore!" ..."

Its beautiful fur is almost bald by pecking!

The big white goose stood not far away. Although it didn't dare to come up, it still stared at 008 in Qiao Jing's arms, looking ready to move.

008 raised his head with tears in his eyes, and asked, "Help me see, is my hair shedding a lot?"

Qiao Jing glanced at the little black cat's tail, then fell silent.

"It's okay," he tried to comfort after a while, "It's spring now, the moulting season, bear with it, it should grow out this summer."

The little black cat showed a desperate expression, and cried with a "wow".

Although 008 is a system, in order not to be noticed by others, the growth pattern is designed according to ordinary cats.So in fact, Qiao Jing didn't say a word just now, just like a person who plucks a lot of hair will not grow back. He silently thought, I hope 008's bald hair will not suffer the same tragedy.

Jing Xinglan's movements were quick, and within ten minutes, two bowls of hot vegetable noodle soup were ready.

At night, every household lights up kerosene lamps.Qiao Jing set up a small table in the yard and put the kerosene lamp at home on the table.He was sitting at the table, looking down at the fragrant soup noodles floating in the white porcelain bowl. Jing Xinglan specially put a fried egg in the bowl before cooking. The golden fried egg was placed in the bowl, dotted with green Green vegetables and sporadic scallions are fragrant, served with salty farmhouse sausage slices. Although it seems simple, it is enough to whet your appetite.

The only advantage of 008 is that it is not as afraid of being hot as other cats. Before Qiao Jing could say that the meal is ready, the little black cat, who had been hungry for a day, was already in the bowl, eating and drinking.

Qiao Jing picked up the chopsticks, looked at the man sitting opposite and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I ate before I came here," Jing Xinglan smiled, "I'll just watch you eat."

"……Um."

The starry sky at night in Daliang Dynasty is very beautiful, the stars are twinkling above the sky, and the kerosene lamp brings a soft halo to the small courtyard immersed in the darkness, as if they did not come to another world, just sitting in a certain place In a street night market, eating the most common supper.

Qiao Jing picked up the bowl, drank the last sip of soup, and sighed contentedly.

Jing Xinglan: "Are you full? I'll eat more if I'm not full."

"Enough." The black-haired young man rubbed his round belly, he was already full tonight.

At this moment, he deeply felt that there is nothing more satisfying in this world than eating a bowl of hot noodle soup after a day of hunger.

"By the way," he suddenly remembered something, "Just now people here saw your outfit, isn't it a bad thing? And this horse..."

He turned his head and took a look at the maroon horse snorting boredly outside the courtyard gate. With its smooth fur and strong limbs, he could tell at a glance that it was a top-notch horse, and it appeared in such a small village. Jing worried that in a day or so the whole village would come to watch.

"It's okay," Jing Xinglan said, "Someone came with me, let them send the horse away tonight."

As he spoke, he rushed to the tree in the distance and snapped his fingers.

Qiao Jing watched helplessly as an attendant dressed as a dark guard in a costume drama jumped down from a tree, half-kneeled outside the courtyard, lowered his head, and waited respectfully and silently for Jing Xinglan's order.

"Take the horse away." Jing Xinglan said again flatly.

The dark guard responded, stood up and untied the reins tied to the fence, stepped on the stirrups and jumped on the horse neatly, and quickly disappeared on the path in the distance.

Qiao Jing cast her eyes on Jing Xinglan who was tidying up the dishes calmly: "Don't tell you that your identity in this world is the emperor."

He has no interest in pampering the sixth house.

"Of course not," Jing Xinglan smiled, and tapped his head with the end of his chopsticks, "What are you thinking?"

Qiao Jing touched the spot where his forehead was knocked, and innocently felt that after seeing the scene just now, anyone else would have the same idea as him.

"What about the goose?" he asked.

After they had finished eating, as soon as they put away the small table, the big goose began to bite 008 tightly again. Although Qiao Jing wanted to laugh, he couldn't really let him peck all of 008's cats.

"Send it back tomorrow, if they don't want it, then pluck the hair and throw it into the pot." Jing Xinglan made the arrangements for the big goose very clear, "How do you want to eat it?"

Qiao Jing looked at this big goose full of vitality and felt that its flesh must be very firm.

"Let's braise it," he said, "Grilling is also good, add more cumin."

He carried the kerosene lamp back into the house and placed it on the desk in the bedroom.

Occasionally, a few fireflies flew between the fences, hovering in the thick night outside the window.After washing up, Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan leaned on the soft pillow at the head of the bed together, opened a copy of "Daliang Dynasty Chronicle", and read it quietly.