Chapter 1 It’s hard to live, it’s hard to live! Dashun, Jianghuai marshes, Yixing city. The polished bluestone slabs reflected the moonlight like a mirror. The dead leaves fell down but did not pile up, but floated on the ground. The wind came in from the surface of the river, flowed away from the opening on the roof, and poured in through the cracks in the door. It was as if the weeds were blown by the wind, twisting and standing upright. Inside the adobe house, the lifeless boy showed some life again. hungry! So hungry! Liang Qu opened his eyes, which were unfocused. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and curled up on the bed. "Liang Qu, he's also called Liang Qu? His mother died during childbirth, and his father died of a cold a month ago. What kind of standard start is this? There's only one boat and one room." "No, the boat was also stolen. Bald Zhang took advantage of my youth. Damn, he looks so disgusting. Is he a toad that has turned into a spirit?" Liang Qu looked dazed as he endured the hunger and digested the numerous fragments of memory. The Jianghuai and Huaihe Rivers support thousands of fishermen, and I have become just a small fisherman among them?
Yellow sewage, shrill sirens, burning pain in the nasal mucosa, and huge bright spots cast on the water by the strong flashlight. Not a dream. I really fell into the water and drowned while trying to save someone... Yes, I was working overtime until midnight to finish the manuscript, so I didn't have the energy to save people. I jumped into the water, fully dressed. "It's a pity that I don't have children, otherwise the score would add extra points to the college entrance examination and I would win at the starting line." Liang Qu collapsed on the bed. He felt the fatigue rising from the deepest part of his heart, as if the past twenty years had been like the traces of fallen autumn leaves and had never existed. Nothing gained, nothing good, nothing achieved. Life is really meaningless. Gululu. Well, it does make sense. I'm so damn hungry. Hunger drove Liang Qu to survive, and the time travel cured his severe myopia, just like wiping away a layer of mist, making the surroundings extremely clear. He could look around and see a bed, a stove and an empty jar. The dead memories attack again. "Go away, you jinx! You still want to borrow food? My six sons can't even get enough to eat." "You also know that the autumn tax is coming soon." No, find some water first. The stomachache constantly stimulated the brain nerves. Liang Qu grimaced, moved down from the bed, and struggled to hold on to the loess wall, staggering out of the house. However, he was panting heavily after only a few steps and had to sit on the doorstep to rest. "This is too empty." Liang Qu broke out in a cold sweat and his hands were too weak to open. He couldn't believe how weak his body was. Could it be that he was going to die again just after arriving? The cold fear seemed to have grasped his heart with a giant hand. It’s all false that you are not afraid of death anymore after dying once. The fear of death is engraved in our genes.
Click. The wheel hub presses on the bluestone bricks, making a unique sound. someone! His heart nearly jumped out of his throat. "Never mind, just go around it." "Bad luck, don't let the starving ghosts haunt you." He couldn't hear what the drivers were talking about, he could only hear the sound of wheels fading away. The words came to his lips but he swallowed them back. The darkness in the street was endless. Liang Qu felt a chill in his heart and the blood in his body was gradually turning cold. He wanted to find a well, but he no longer had the strength to take a step. "Ah Shui, why are you sitting here?" Ah Shui, who? Me? In a blink of an eye, a dark man stood beside him, and Liang Qu blurted out: "Uncle Chen?" His memory told him that the man in front of him was called Chen Qingjiang, and he was his neighbor. By the way, I am A Shui. The two lives had the same name, but because the character "Qu" contains the character "water", the people in the village called him A Shui. Liang Qushun calmed down. The scene just now made him too lazy to ask for help. He said calmly, "I'm tired from walking. I'll sit down and take a rest. Where's Uncle Chen?" "Just came back from selling fish in town." "In town?" "Yes, the fish are fat these days and there is no problem selling them. We must go to the town. It's a big loss for the fishing station. I didn't rent its boat. I can sell it to whoever I want. But why are you sitting at the door to rest? Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Chen Qingjiang moved closer out of curiosity and was shocked when he saw the haggard appearance. How could this be? In a moment of horror, he suddenly remembered that Liang Qu had lost his father, and was afraid that the family had long been out of food. He subconsciously reached for his arms, but then hesitated. There was a piece of fried meat pancake, which he had earned eight cents by walking more than ten miles to bring the fish to the city, and bought for his crying little son to taste. It's already dark, and the cake isn't even cold yet even in my arms, but I'm about to give it to someone else. It would be a lie to say I don't feel bad. "Daddy, why doesn't Brother Shui want to play with me anymore?" "Because Shui Ge's father passed away, he doesn't have time to play with you." "Why are you leaving?" "." Chen Shun is Chen Qingjiang’s eldest son. He is only six years old and loves to play with Liang Qu on weekdays. Chen Qingjiang thought back to when he was in his teens, Liang Qu was the same age as his own children and also liked to play with him. In a trance, it seemed as if their shadows overlapped.
Why. Chen Qingjiang took out a sesame seed cake from his arms and opened the oil paper wrapper. "Ah Shui, eat quickly." "Uncle Chen! This?" Liang Qu's Adam's apple moved. He thought he was at a dead end again, but unexpectedly, there was hope in the blink of an eye. He wanted to say something, but the rich fragrance was so tempting that he took it with trembling hands. Blood oozed from his cracked lips, and he stuffed the taste of rust mixed with the aroma of wheat oil and meat fat into his mouth. The little remaining saliva was squeezed out, mixed with the sesame cake, and went into his stomach. Liang Qu swallowed a few mouthfuls, regained his strength, and quickly expressed his gratitude. "Eat, and then go home quickly. Don't hang around the door." "Well" Chen Qingjiang brushed off his trouser legs and stood up to leave, but his mood became even heavier. If it's like this now, won't it be even harder when winter comes? How about discussing with A-Di and sharing a few pounds of food? But Erbao was seriously ill a while ago, can we share? The straw sandals rubbed against the muddy road and went farther and farther away. “Oh, it smells so good!” Liang Qu finished the last bite of the cake, looked at Chen Qingjiang's back, and was unable to shout out. In recent years, there has been peace and no disasters, and one stone of rice costs about one thousand coins. Uncle Chen has five mouths to feed, one old, two young and a wife. They need at least four stone of rice per season, which costs thirty-three coins a day. In spring he fishes, in autumn he catches fish, in summer he raises them, and in winter he fights them. In autumn when the grass is lush and the fish are fat, Uncle Chen earns about 80 cents a day, which sounds good, but is actually far from enough. Cloth, salt, and vegetables all cost money. The fishing tax is even higher than the agricultural tax. In addition, there are various miscellaneous fees. Not to mention the faraway ones, the mooring fee at the pier is two cents a day, and even four cents during the flood season. In winter, the income drops sharply. If you get sick during this period, Chen Qingjiang is an experienced fisherman. His wife A Di is hardworking and with the support of each other, their life is not difficult. To make matters worse, the youngest son fell seriously ill a few days ago and his whole body felt as hot as a piece of charcoal. Our peaceful life suddenly became difficult. It was just a piece of meat bun, which was probably what Chen Qingjiang squeezed out with great difficulty to give to his child, but now it has become the saving grace for his life. A friend in need is a friend indeed. The night sky is full of bright stars. How can there be such beautiful scenery in a foggy town? Because of this, it reminds us all the time that this is a completely different world. Liang Qu leaned against the wall, loneliness surged over him like the tide. Now he couldn't fish and had no source of livelihood. He couldn't figure out how to survive, so how could he have the audacity to ask for gratitude? As for selling modern technology for money, that is also difficult. A cursory glance at the empty streets shows that many of the homes have stepped gables, with the walls typically higher than the eaves. This shows that productivity has developed to a certain level in the current era, which is enough to allow brick and stone structures to replace the ancient plank structures. The eaves no longer need to extend out to block rain and provide protective walls. Ultimately, to prevent the spread of fire, the roof will become a fire-proof gable structure with walls higher than the eaves. With the ability to popularize brick and stone structures, Dashun's productivity was at least equivalent to that of the Ming and Qing dynasties. He was originally from the lowest of the lowest classes and had rarely seen good things, but Liang Qu knew that things like sugar, refined salt, horseshoes, steelmaking, and soap had basically nothing to do with him.
Besides, this world is not simple. I remember that there was a fierce man in the next town who could punch through granite as high as a person with one punch. He was definitely not an ordinary person. But it's no use having a connection. Why did the ancients love male children? Just look at the stolen ship and you will know that if you don’t have a strong laborer in your family, you will be bullied to death. If the ship is like this, how can I pay it back even if I save up cash? In ancient times, it was extremely difficult for orphans to survive. If they were not sold, they would just wait to die. Damn, why does the game start as a fisherman, and a fisherman whose boat was robbed? It would be better to change it to a farmer! Difficult, difficult, difficult! At this moment, a long and majestic energy suddenly penetrated Liang Qu's mind, and countless memories rolled over, just like eating a whole bag of mints in summer, refreshing. Damn, damn, what’s going on? Liang Qu was at a loss. Fortunately, the feeling came and went quickly. When the strange feeling in my mind gradually subsided, it was like the clouds and mist dissipated and the blue sky appeared again. A huge cauldron with a strange shape appeared in his sea of consciousness, with endless mysterious patterns interweaving, which made him stunned. Its name——Zeding! (End of this chapter)