Farming and teaching across different worlds

Farming and teaching across different worlds

Author: Sleeves folded

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As soon as Ji Xiuran opened his eyes, he realized that he was in an ancient imperial examination room in another world. As a pure science student, he felt very headache looking at the test paper in front of him.

Fortunately, with the memory of the original body, we can barely pass the level

After leaving the examination room, I found out that the saddest thing is yet to come. Who will tell him that the original owner is clearly a big man, so why does he have a "fiancé"

No matter how cheating you are, you can only grit your teeth and admit it. Fortunately, there is another golden finger - "Book of Memory"

I wanted to rely on it to grow fields, teach, and live this life in a mediocre way.

Unexpectedly, in order to fulfill the last wish of the original owner, he went to take an imperial examination, and he could never return...

Ji Xiuran (crying): Third Prince, please put down your official position and go home to farm and teach!

Shi Jingchen (comforting with a cold face): Xiu Ran, don't cry!

Read the guide:

1.1V1HE host and subject relaxed text

2. Farming in the early stage, entering the court as an official in the later stage, and finally returning to the countryside

3. There are gold fingers, not big, the biggest cheat is to hold a golden thigh in the later stage

4. Non-birth, but there will be buns in the later period

5. The full text is empty, textual research is cautious

(Opening a new article, "(Birth) The Seal Carver Can Steam "Buns"" is published, the seal carver is attacked by President X)

Content tags: A Match Made in Heaven, Traveling Through Time and Space, Sweet Wen Chaotang

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ji Xiuran┃Supporting roles: Shi Jingchen, Ji's family, the third prince, Gongsun Zizhan, Zeng Junhui, etc.┃Others: 1v1, he, main subject

Chapter 1 (Revised)

Like water and moonlight, it shines on the rows of low compartments.

In one of the compartments in the middle, the dim oil lamps glowed circles of dismal yellow, casting dark shadows on the few objects in this compartment.

Simple long wooden planks, one slightly wider on top and one slightly narrower on the bottom.

In this way, it is placed up and down on the wall to form a bench for sitting and a simple desk for writing.

At this time, on this temporary long table, a thin figure lay down on it.

One hand was resting on the table, and the other was naturally hanging by his side. Because his face was facing away from the oil lamp, under the shadow of the lamp, his dim face looked like a grayish gray with a hint of lifelessness.

After maintaining this weird posture for a while, the man's fingers drooping on one side moved slightly.

Then I heard the man moaning in pain, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He raised his head with confused eyes, felt the dim light around him, and squinted his eyes slightly unaccustomed, trying to raise his hand to block the light in his eyes.

But unexpectedly, when he slightly moved the arm that was resting on the table, he felt a numb soreness, and the person couldn't help but let out a "hiss".

Then I wanted to raise my other hand to rub this numb arm due to bad posture, only to realize that I was weak all over.

At this time, his bewildered head slowly came to his senses, and he felt that his situation was strange and confusing.

But at this moment, he felt sore and weak all over his body, very uncomfortable, unable to think about other things, so he had to lie down on the table again, supporting his weak body, to make himself feel a little better.

Slightly closing his eyes, he had some energy to think carefully about what was going on.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to be walking home, and then suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then he didn't know anything.

When I woke up again, I felt that something was wrong with my whole body.

He closed his eyes and thought for a while, but couldn't think of a reason. He opened his eyes again, trying to see clearly where he was.

It doesn't matter at first glance, but it really startled him.With the help of the moonlight outside the house and the dim light on the table, he could roughly see the general situation of the place he was in.

Simple and low cubicle, improvised rough bench and long table, and a rattan basket placed on the other side of the table case.

Next to the oil lamp was the inkstone filled with semi-dry ink, and he had been pressing it down, some scattered paper, and a brush that rolled down on the edge of the paper.

He looked at these weird things, but couldn't see what was going on at all. He felt another burst of discomfort, and then gently closed his eyes to hide the irritability in his eyes.

Suddenly, he frowned, raised his limp hands to his temples, and couldn't help moaning in pain.

At that moment just now, a large number of strange memories flooded into my mind, which belonged to another person.

This person's surname is Ji, first name is Jun, style name is Xiuran, he is from Daxia Kingdom, Qingyang Town, and Qingshan Village.

Coincidentally, his name is also Ji Xiuran, which has the same name as this young man, but he is a modern person living in the 21st century.

This situation should be passed through now.

He couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart, who would have thought that he, a good young man, would accidentally travel to this era that he had never heard of, maybe it was still a completely strange world.

Memories about another person flooded out of his mind quickly, making his head swell and ache, but it also allowed him to clearly see the other person's life.

After the short 20 years of memories belonging to this person came to an end, the pain disappeared, and Ji Xiuran breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help recalling the memories he had seen before.

After careful recollection, he finally figured out his general situation.

Following this person's memory, he looked helplessly at the pen and paper in front of him.

That's right, he was unlucky enough to travel to the examination room. Before he came, this person was taking the college examination, and after passing the examination, he was a scholar.

This person spent more than ten years studying and spent most of the family's income. He always wanted to be a scholar and honor his ancestors.

Now that he finally made it to the hospital examination, he could achieve his goal immediately, but he died suddenly in the examination room because of his frailty.

Thinking of this, his eyes swelled unconsciously, his nose was slightly sour, and a trace of unwillingness welled up in his heart.

Feeling emotions that didn't belong to him, he gently touched his heart, sighed softly, and murmured in a low voice: "Don't worry, I will help you realize your wish."

After saying that, he felt his heart relax, the aura that had been pressing on him before disappeared, and there was an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

He knew that the remaining consciousness of this person had left, and there was no Ji Jun in this world anymore, only Ji Xiuran.

Ji Xiuran felt a little sore and sad in his heart. In this way, he would have no way out, would never be able to return to his original world, would never see his relatives and friends from that life again, and would no longer be that Ji Xiuran who lived with his will. .

After feeling emotionally, he felt the rest just now, and finally praised some strength, raised his hands and rubbed his face, cheered up, and bravely faced the current predicament.

Although it was easy to say, when he looked at the brush and the traditional characters in front of him, he suddenly felt a headache.Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to be an out-and-out science student majoring in applied mathematics at a university to take the classics test.

Besides, it seems that he has not touched a brush for more than ten years, and now if he is asked to write with a brush, he will really be able to write like a dog crawling.

In fact, since he was five years old, he didn't know how to hold a pencil, so he was taught to hold a brush by his grandfather. For the next few years, he worked hard every day with ten large characters, and practiced hard every day.

This continued until the grandfather passed away, and the old man of his family took over his education and was even stricter on him.

But at that time, he had already begun to rebel, and the more he was oppressed, the more bored he became. In the end, he simply gave up completely under the excuse that he was too busy with schoolwork. After that, he never touched a brush again for more than ten years.

Now picking up the writing brush at hand, Ji Xiuran looked at his hand in a daze. This person's body is too weak, and there is not much flesh on his hands, but he can feel thin calluses on his fingertips, which shows that this person is How to work hard.

Thinking of this, his expression became serious, he corrected his posture, and picked up the pen to write on the paper.

I roughly tried a few words, but fortunately, the memory of this person's body was still there, so I wrote a few more words, and then I started.

Only then did he distract himself and turn his head to look at the test questions in his hand. Looking at the questions on the paper, he read the words and sentences on the paper while thinking carefully.

While he was at a loss, a familiar dull pain came from his forehead again, and a large section of memories about Jingyi's articles flooded into his mind, Ji Xiuran quickly put down his pen, raised his hand and gently rubbed his forehead, accepting the new memory.

In this way, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he had a solid foundation for this exam. He looked up and saw that the small piece of sky exposed outside the cubicle had turned slightly pale, and he knew that after all the tossing, the sky had already turned pale. It's almost light.

Putting down the pen, he gently rubbed his sore arm, then slowly took the rattan basket next to him, opened it and looked at it.

Among them, except for a blue cotton robe that had been washed and turned white, there was only a bag of slightly yellowed dry buns and pickles that were carefully cut into equal-sized pieces.

Ji Xiuran sighed again, and took out a piece of dry bun and a piece of pickle.

He picked up the piece of bun and squeezed it. I don't know if it was because of his lack of strength in his hands, or if the bun was really hard. Anyway, his pinching didn't bring any change to the surface of the bun.

Reluctantly, he put it in his mouth and took a bite, but found that he couldn't bite. After trying a lot, he found that he couldn't eat it at all, so he had to give up.

Rubbing his flat stomach, he sat there, looking up at the sky helplessly.

Worrying about whether there is any way to make money, based on the original owner's memory and what he saw, it is not difficult to see what the original owner's living environment is like.

If there is no good way to make money, he will have to live this kind of hard life together, he can't bear it.

Sitting there thinking for a while, I heard the sound of someone walking outside.