In February, the spring is cold, and it is very cold today. The north wind blows on your body as if it is cut by a knife. Chen Wanrong stood by the window, looking out the window, and there were crystal ice ridges hanging on the treetops.

"Wanrong is still standing like that, with his left foot in front and his right foot in back. Isn't it stupid to cover up?" Chen Houshi remembered that his son had been ill for several days. After he recovered from the illness, he was worried and had no extra words. His rough face was covered with sadness.

"What nonsense?" Chen Wangshi said unhappy and scolded her.

Chen Laoshi sighed: "The doctor invited a few of them. They all said they were not sick, but Mr. Wanrong was not cured. He was about to be planted. What's the day tomorrow?"

Chen Laoshi's family of four, two sons, the eldest son Chen Wanrong, and the younger son Chen Zairong attended the county school. Chen Wanrong was 18 years old and strong, and was the main labor force of the family, but there was a problem during the busy farming season, so he had to worry about the life of the family.

"Don't be busy with your affairs. Go to the county and invite a doctor back. The nobuya in the countryside is not good at abilities, so go to the county to be more stable." Which child is not the mother's flesh? Chen Wangshi was so anxious that she had tears in her eyes, and she forced herself to do not roll down.

Chen Wanrong heard their words clearly and smiled bitterly in his heart. What would he think if Chen Zhenshi knew that his son was already ill? What would he do if he knew that his son's body was given to him?

Time travel, a beautiful topic full of fantasy, the dream of many young people in the 21st century, but this is not my hope. I have family, relatives, friends, career, and love in another world, but now I am receiving suffering in this strange world, and luck makes people feel bad!

Traveling through time is a road without returning. No one can return to the past world. It’s better to face reality bravely and live honestly in the Tang Dynasty.

Since you come, you will be at ease!

"Stop being slow, go quickly. If you continue to grind, it will be dark." Chen Wang urged.

Chen Laoshi put the axe in his hand: "If they come to pick up the plow, you will say that you will do it for them in two days, so that they will plant it." Chen Laoshi knew carpenter skills, took the time to do wooden work for the villagers, and earned some wages to supplement the household income.

Before he left, Chen Wanrong came over: "Dad, don't go, I'm fine."

"Are you okay?" Chen Laoshi and Chen Wangshi looked at Chen Wanrong in surprise. Chen Wanrong's originally unsightly eyes had a bright look, his face also had a luster and vitality, which was completely different from the walking corpse with a body but no soul.

If Chen Wanrong wants to get better, they are looking forward to it every day, always waiting for it, even when they sleep, but once it becomes a reality, they are unbelievable and can't help but be stunned.

"I'm pretty good." Chen Wanrong affirmed again. In order to make them believe, this was said firmly.

Chen honestly took Chen Wanrong's hand and looked at Chen Wanrong in the east and west. He couldn't help but shed tears of surprise: "It's really good! The Bodhisattva has appeared."

This is an orange-like face, engraved with the grace of time, full of wrinkles and a pale yellow complexion. At the age of 43, he has a fifty-five-year-old appearance, and is a typical old farmer in Shaanxi.

The kind fatherly care in his eyes moved Chen Wanrong. Looking at this familiar and somewhat strange father, Chen Wanrong thought of his parents in another world and couldn't help but feel ache. He didn't know what they were doing? Are they thinking about me? Yes, they will definitely do it!

Chen Wang hurriedly grabbed Chen Wanrong's hand, rubbed the rough palms on Chen Wanrong's back, and said with endless love: "Wanrong, look at you've frozen like this. Hurry up, go to the stove to simmer."

After standing by the window for a long time, I didn't feel cold. When I reminded her, Chen Wanrong felt that his limbs were cold and almost frozen into popsicles. He let Chen Wang take him to the stove.

The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, and with laughter, Chen Laoshi threw two more dry firewood in: "Wanrong, you can simmer well and warm your body back, don't get sick from freezing. Boss Li's bucket is a few times short of it, I'll make it." After looking at Chen Wanrong, he confirmed it was ready again, and then he took the axe to the room on the left with a thumping sound.

The weather is particularly cold today, so Chen Laoshi works in the house and is not busy outside.

It feels good to give people pain! Chen Wanrong not only warms the flames on his body, but also his heart is warm.

Mrs. Chen Wang held Chen Wanrong's cold hand: "Wanrong is good, let's rest today, don't do anything."

This is a face with the mark of time, with a few irregular eye lines, full of kind and gentle caring gazes. Chen Wanrong seemed to have returned to the knees of a mother in another world to celebrate her joy, and her heart was warm: "Thank you, mother." He hurriedly turned his head and wiped away his tears.

Chen Wanrong turned around and looked at his mother who was both friendly and somewhat strange. Chen Wangshi wore a white linen cloth dress with many patches. Her eyebrows were trimmed into small hills, which was a typical dress for poor women in the Tang Dynasty.

It is now the second year of Jingyun in the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Ruizong of Tang was reigned. Li Longji could ascend the throne a year later and founded the "Kaiyuan Prosperity". More than fifty years have passed since the famous "Zhenguan Reign", but Emperor Taizong of Tang still has the religion of the Tang Dynasty. The national strength of the Tang Dynasty is still strong. Because the people are rich, women's clothing is diverse and colorful. The most popular one is the red skirt, also known as the pomegranate skirt.

After the Zhenguan rule, the Tang Dynasty was rich and the people were prosperous. Even rural women in rural areas were popular to wear skirts and jackets. Very few people wore linen clothes, and only real poor families would wear this way.

Women in the Tang Dynasty had an open mind, aloof personality, and had avant-garde mind, and had a social status that was almost equal to men. They prefer to wear heavy makeup, even rural women like to dress up and draw eyebrows. Chen Wang did not have a skirt, so they could only dress up their eyebrows.

Three thatched huts, a stove, three beds, an old table, and some pots and jars. This is the entire property of the Chen family.

Du Fu wrote a poem "Collection of three thatched huts on my house" because his thatched hut was newly built, or during the "Anshi Rebellion", the Tang Dynasty had declined. Before the Anshi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty was rich, and the main residential houses of the people were mud bricks and tile houses, and there were also but not many thatched huts.

In our modern terms, this difference is that others live in small villas, while I am still living in thatched huts, which is equivalent to a modern "slum". This is where the poor family live.

Extreme poverty, this is Chen Wanrong's family background! There is no unchangeable family background, only unchangeable people. In the world where he came, Chen Wanrong was born in poverty and lived a prosperous life with his own efforts.

This did not affect Chen Wanrong's mood at all, but felt more intimate, as if he had returned to his former family. The "Thank you, mom" sounded sincere and from the heart.

Chen Wang was so happy that a flower bloomed on his face. He patted Chen Wanrong on the back of his hand: "Wanrong, you simmer, mom, go and steam the steamed buns." Chen Wang stood up and looked at Chen Wanrong lovingly.

The Chen family was poor and lived on millet rice. Steamed buns were a luxury for their family. Chen Wanrong was sick for several days and his family specially opened a "small stove" to steam steamed buns in order to replenish Chen Wanrong's body.

When Chen Wanrong heard this, he felt warm in his heart. Although making steamed buns is a trivial matter, he can still be filial: "Mom, I'll help you do it."

"You do it? Your child never goes to the stove and can do work on the stove. The young wife knows that you will love others, so she rushes to marry you." Chen Wangshi didn't believe that Chen Wanrong would help her do work on the stove, so she went into the stove and nagged her.

Chen Wanrong walked to the stove and rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Mom, should you send the bucket to Boss Li after dinner?"

"Of course it's good. Boss Li's bucket was broken, so he asked your father to help him make some. Your father has been busy making plows for the villagers and has no time to do it." Chen Wangshi spoke while raising the fire and looked at Chen Wanrong in surprise: "Wanrong, are you doing it?"

As soon as he spoke, Chen Wanrong put some soda ash in the hot water, washed his hands, poured the fermented dough from the basin on the chopping board, grabbed the soda ash and sprinkled it on it, and started kneading the dough. Every move was like a veteran in the kitchen, and Chen Wang's eyes were bulging out: "Wanrong, when have you learned to make steamed buns?"

In her memory, Chen Wanrong only knows how to eat but not cook. She asked her to accept that Chen Wancai can make steamed buns at once, but it was still so skillful and a little difficult. Her expression of disbelief was written all over her face.

Chen Wanrong is not the other Chen Wanrong. He entered the hall and went to the kitchen. He cooked a lot with his girlfriend. Making a steamed bun was very common for him. In a short while, he kneaded the dough and cut it out with a knife. It was evenly sized, which was very skillful.

Chen Wangshi was so happy that she couldn't even close her mouth: "Wanrong, if you go into the kitchen early, your son would call him father. Alas, the family is poor, when will it take to get married?" With a sigh, she put the dough into the pot and steamed it.

Covering the lid of the pot, he looked at Chen Wanrong with endless joy. This kind of love that his son can be the most pleasing to his mother was so happy that Chen Wang smiled so much that his eyes were gone, as if he was ten years younger.

Chen Wanrong washed his hands, poured half a basin of water in a wooden basin, picked up a few pieces of quicklime from the corner of the wall and put them in the water. The hissing sound was the heat rising, accompanied by splashing water.

Mrs. Chen was burying her head and adding firewood. When she heard the sound, she looked up and was puzzled: "Wanrong, what are you doing? The lime was bought by your father to repair the cesspool, so don't waste it."

There was no chemical fertilizer in the Tang Dynasty, and the accumulation of fertilizer was mainly due to edible pits. The excrement of livestock and humans was collected together to grow crops. Every household had their own edible pits. To make edible pits, lime was an indispensable raw material.

"Mom, I'll make something." Chen Wanrong poured half a jar of soda ash into lime water.

Chen Wang hurriedly ran over from the stove to pull Chen Wanrong's hand, but it was too late. Soda ash had been poured into the basin and sighed: "It's over. Don't tell your father Xiao, he wants to scold you with his temper."

The Chen family is poor, so it is exaggerated to say that a handful of ashes is a good property, not to mention half a jar of soda ash, which is worth several cents. If Chen Zhen finds out, he will definitely feel sorry for him. Swearing is an inevitable move.

Chen Wanrong didn't think about this at all. The chopsticks in his hand kept stirring in the basin. He changed his mind and made up his mind: I, a top student in the School of Chemical Engineering, should use my professional expertise to make money and live a life, not to plant crops honestly and be a farmer, so that I can get rid of poverty and become rich.
Chapter completed!