Some of these books record poems and lyrics that have been passed down through the ages in this world, some record the official and unofficial history of the dynasties in this world, and some describe the customs and strange stories of various parts of the State of Zhao...

Yang Xu was secretly happy, thinking that perhaps after reading these books through, he would have a rough understanding of the world and would no longer be as ignorant as a blind man.

Although the books are vertically arranged traditional characters and are not separated by punctuation marks, it is not difficult to read for Yang Xu, who has a deep foundation in literature and history.

The fire was beating and lightly sounded, and Yang Xu was fascinated by it. Unconsciously, he read nearly half of the borrowed books. Finally, he had a new understanding of everything in the current world, and he was no longer confused.

At night, Yang Xu reluctantly collected the books, turned off the fire, and returned to the house to rest.

When he got up the next day, Yang Xu was not in a hurry to go to Yang Xing for dinner. He continued to read the books with his hands on him, absorbing all the knowledge about the world eagerly.

"Yang Xu... Are Brother Yang here?"

While watching it, Yang Dazhi's voice suddenly rang outside the yard.

Yang Xu came back to his senses and guessed that Yang Dazhi's arrival should be related to his mother's condition, so he put down the books in his hand and went out to greet him.

"Brother Yang's folk remedy really works! I did what you said yesterday. When I woke up early this morning, my mother's fever has indeed subsided a lot, and her spirit has improved a lot..."

After the gate of the courtyard opened, Yang Dazhi rubbed his palms and spoke very quickly. He could not hide the joy and excitement between his eyebrows.

His mother was sick and could not afford to hire a doctor, so she had to endure hardship at home. Seeing that her mother's condition became more and more serious in the past few days, he was so depressed that he had not been able to sleep well. A man even secretly shed tears more than once about this.

Unexpectedly, after using Yang Xu's folk remedy, his mother's condition was greatly relieved overnight. How could he not be overjoyed?

At this time, he had already regarded Yang Xu as a miraculous doctor in his heart, and his heart was full of respect and gratitude.

When Yang Xu heard that the folk remedy was useful, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's good if it works... You can use that folk remedy for a few more days until your aunt recovers."

Yang Dazhi nodded, took a step back, and respectfully crossed his hands to salute Yang Xu: "If it weren't for Brother Yang, my mother's good or bad luck would be unpredictable. I, Yang Dazhi, must keep this kind of kindness in mind. In the future, Brother Yang will only be driven by him, and he dare not obey his orders!"

"Brother Yang is so serious. We are our own family...our family..."

Yang Xu said with a smile, but thought that after this incident, he would probably leave a good impression in the minds of the Yangjiazhai people?

My current requirement is very simple, that is, to integrate into Yangjiazhai as soon as possible and become one of them, rather than being treated as an outsider by them.

After chatting for a few words, Yang Dazhi was worried about his mother, so he sued him and went back to take care of his mother.

In autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the warm sunshine shines on your body, making you feel indescribable comfort.

After seeing Yang Dazhi away, Yang Xu simply took the book outside the yard and sat on the stone pier in the yard to continue watching.

During this period, Yang Xing came and wanted to ask Yang Xu to have dinner at home, but when he saw that Yang Xu was fascinated by reading books, he brought the porridge directly.

At dusk, Yang Xu read all the books he borrowed, and then took them to Yang Xing to ask if he could change them from the village leader to read them.

"You finished reading such a few books so thick?"

Yang Xing pointed at the books in Yang Xu's hand, looking incredible, thinking that this guy could have seen ten lines at a glance, and he just glanced at each book a few times, right?

What can you see in this way? What is the meaning?

It is even more likely that he is actually illiterate, but just pretends to be a scholar to show us in exchange for our respect and politeness to him?

Yang Xu just smiled at Yang Xing’s doubts: “Well, I’ve read them all, and I’ve benefited a lot from it… Brother Yang, how many books do the village leader have? If it’s convenient, please borrow them to read them.”

Yang Xing took a deep breath and looked at Yang Xu steadily, but when he saw his eyes bright and clear eyes, all his desire was revealed, and there was no intention of perfunctory.

Forget it, I'll go find the village leader, let's see what the village leader says...

When Yang Xing thought of this, he brought a few books that Yang Xu had returned and entered the courtyard with several exquisite wooden houses.

Yang Xu was free and sat on a small tree stump at the gate of his yard waiting for Yang Xing.

The sun sets and the moon rises. Under the bright and bright moonlight, the mountains, rivers and land in this world seem to be covered with silver clothes.

A group of children in the village may not be able to sleep. Under the company and care of their own adults, they use the moonlight to play in an open space not far away.

While the children were chasing, they were curious when they passed by Yang Xu, and they looked like they wanted to get close but they didn't dare to.

Whenever this happens, Yang Xu will grin and reveal six white teeth, making himself look harmless.

Due to lack of nutrition, the children in Yangjiazhai are generally thin. However, Yang Xu found that after every meal, they looked satisfied, just like the little porridge they drank was a supreme delicacy.

Unlike Yang Xu, he drank a meal of porridge, smiled on his face, and felt wronged in his heart, so how to eat better became one of his next goals.

A six or seven-year-old boy ran in a hurry and tripped to the ground by a piece of gravel. He burst into tears with a "wow".

Yang Xu was close to him, so he hurriedly got up and helped him up. He looked up and down, and saw that he was not hurt, and he smiled and said, "A man is a real man, he has a thick skin. What's the matter if he bumps into it? If he is a man, don't cry, otherwise your friends will laugh at you!"

The boy wiped his tears and turned his head to look. Sure enough, he found that the few friends who were playing with him were pointing at him, laughing happily.

He felt wronged, but he also felt that Yang Xu's words made sense. Men shouldn't cry, so he forced himself to hold it back, just shook his shoulders and kept sobbing.

"Don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore... Come on, uncle will tell you a story..."

Yang Xu pulled the little boy to sit on the stone pier under the tree beside him, pointing to the bright and dazzling full moon in the sky: "Do you know what that is?"

The little boy looked up and looked at it: "It's a white jade plate..."

"That's called the moon... Every mid-moon, it will become round and bright... Do you know what's on the moon?"

"There are Wu Gang, osmanthus tree, jade rabbit, and toad."

The little boy tilted his head and replied that he had heard from the adults in the village.

In this world, although there are many legends about the moon, it is mainly based on Wu Gang cutting trees. As for the story of Chang'e flying to the moon that Yang Xu's world, there is no record.

"Actually, there is a Guanghan Palace in the moon. There is a beautiful fairy named Chang'e living in Guanghan Palace. She raises a jade rabbit... Now, let me tell you the story of Chang'e flying to the moon..."
Chapter completed!