Chapter 3: The Dark Future ()

Because his body was still very weak, such a body was not enough to support Wang Kuang to go out and walk around. Even if he was walking around the open space outside the Taoist temple, he would make him pale and sweat profusely. So in the next few days, Er Zi went out to ask for food first, and then ran to the wild field outside the city to dig wild vegetables. Wang Kuang taught Er Zi to dig dandelions. Now there are two kinds of wild vegetables on their wild vegetable recipe. Since there is no other edible wild vegetables on the grass in front of the Taoist temple, Wang Kuang did not dare to let Er Zi dig casually.

In fact, these two types of wild vegetables were eaten very commonly in the early days. Because they were related to food, Wang Kuang had specially checked the Internet before. These two dishes were recorded in the Western Zhou Dynasty, but plantains were not called plantains, and dandelions were not called dandelions. I forgot what Wang Kuang was called, anyway, it was a rather difficult name. As a child who was only five years old, when he could still eat at home, the adults didn’t have so much time to teach him to identify wild vegetables. Now the second son was following Wang Kuang, which was what Wang Kuang said was what it was.

During this period, the Hu man Eyue and Wang Kuang woke up after a few days of coma. He felt very surprised. In his opinion, a little beggar fainted for a few days and had no money to hire a doctor. Even the doctor could not afford it, let alone use medicine. In addition, he was a little beggar who was only five or six years old, and could wake up. It had to be said to be a miracle. He thought to himself, could this be a little nobleman favored by immortality? So, with a little awe and hope that the little nobleman could be able to raise himself in the future, he left a bowl of mutton soup with a few pieces of mutton oil that were not loved by the guests and a piece of Hu cake for Wang Kuang every day.

After raising it for a few days, Wang Kuang's body gradually improved. Originally, the original dog fell down because his relatives suddenly suffered a sudden change and had little food and lacked sleep. Now his body is under the control of Wang Kuang. Apart from being suddenly worn over, it is not certain whether it was the Tang Dynasty. Wang Kuang had not encountered any changes. In addition, generally speaking, people who like food are usually very good at selectively forgetting the unpleasant past. If their hearts are widespread, their bodies will naturally become "fat".

In the past two days, Wang Kuang has been thinking about a question, that is, how to survive in this unknown dynasty, and live well. Don’t expect to be an official. The Four Books and Five Classics have only heard of the titles, but I have never read one. I can only understand some classical Chinese. I have to thank the stubborn old man who likes classical Chinese when I was in my third year of high school. At that time, Wang Kuang was in a class, and in the eyes of all teachers in the school, it would be a big eye for God. So the old man didn’t take their college entrance examination seriously. Anyway, he was about to retire and taught only classical Chinese in class every day. Wang Kuang was not happy, so he memorized modern languages ​​under his own heart.

Once, when I recited the article "Variations of Hamburg Harbor", somehow I read it loudly, and even pronounced it as "Variations of Hamburgers". As a result, the old man was furious and immediately wiped the half box of chalk on the podium and the bald blackboard at Wang Kuang: "Don't think that I can't deal with you when you graduate soon! Next time I will make you fail in graduation!!" Just like that, Wang Kuang could only listen to classical Chinese with a spirit and honestly for several months. It was the "working" of these months, and finally Wang Kuang changed from an "ancient illiterate" to a "half-ancient illiterate".

Wang Kuang suddenly missed the old man a little and said, "Old man, if you have a spirit, please give me all your classical Chinese knowledge with the Dike Initiation Dafa!"

As for poetry, Wang Kuang can count the poems that Wang Kuang can recite with ten fingers, such as "the bright moonlight in front of the bed" and "the red beans grow in the south". Now, as long as anyone who has read books can open his mouth, he can open his mouth. It can be said that most poems recognize Wang Kuang, but Wang Kuang does not recognize them. The reason for saying this is: Wang Kuang has to see many ancient poems on paper before they recognize them. Oh, I have memorized this. I really don't understand. How can so many people travel through time in the past, so how can they be so good at it? The poems that he memorized more than ten years ago can be memorized word by word. I still know who wrote them, even if it is an unpopular poem. Why don't he have such good skills?

Let’s talk about the formulas of glass cement and other recipes. Wang Kuang was depressed. Who would have nothing to do to remember these? Want glass? Go buy! Want cement? Go buy! Want soap? Go buy? What? Want recipes? Check them online. Moreover, Wang Kuang is the kind of person who is very good at chemistry in middle school. He has never done the homework left by the teacher on time. He had to hand in the homework the next day and was rushed to work under the teacher’s nose a few minutes before handing in the next day, but almost every chemistry exam was full marks, so the teacher turned a blind eye to him not doing homework. "Even people like me can't remember the formula. Dear seniors who traveled through time, how do you remember it?"

After thinking about it, Wang Kuang felt that his future was dark: he had to rely on his back, but he had no status, and he had the status, but he had the most low status. He wanted to beg for the people; he had no knowledge; he had no money.

These days, Erzi has been very happy. Seeing that Brother Gouzi's health is getting better, it is not like before fainting, but except going out to beg, she just sat blankly on the steps in front of the viewing, staring at the sky in a daze, and her face often has a smile on her face. Although she doesn't understand why Brother Gouzi looks like a different person, she feels a bit like a stranger. But Erzi understands one thing, that is, Brother Gouzi, so she won't have to worry alone in the future.

On this day, Erzi came from Hu Renyeyue and came to mutton soup. He happily came back to let Brother Gouzi make that "mutton soup jade" to eat. Brother Gouzi is soaked in wild vegetables. Although he doesn't know why it is called jade or what jade is, Erzi only thinks that the name sounds good, just like that delicious soup. He doesn't know how Brother Gouzi made it, the soup is so delicious. In the past, at home and during the New Year holidays, he also had mutton at home, but what my mother made was not as delicious as Brother Gouzi, and he didn't see any special seasonings used by Brother Gouzi, which were simple oil and salt. "Brother Gouzi knows so much." Erzi thought: "I'm afraid that the gods in the sky have never passed such a day."

He turned a corner and walked to the weed path in front of the Taoist temple, but suddenly saw Brother Gouzi sitting on the steps as before, looking up at the sky. Erzi panicked for no reason, and quickly stumbled and accelerated his pace, not caring whether the mutton soup that he was carefully protecting when he came was overflowing. He hurried to the front of the temple, put the soup down, and sat next to Wang Kuang. Looking at Wang Kuang, Erzi was a little scared and did not dare to speak.

"Oh!" Wang Kuang sighed slightly. No matter how he was, he would have to explore the current dynasty first and then take a step. He turned his head and saw Erzi looking at him with tears in his eyes, his childish face full of fear.

"Erzi, what's wrong? I've been bullied?" Wang Kuang asked.

"Brother Gouzi, are you again?"

"Oh." Wang Kuang understood. Erzi was worried about himself: "It's nothing, I'm wondering how we can get more food in the future."

"Brother Gouzi, isn't it great for us to do this now? I think this is a life that gods live, and there is such a good soup every day." Erzi was very satisfied.

"This is where you go? Besides, we can't always ask E Yue for mutton soup with our uncle, right? Besides, eating the same thing every day will make you tired of it over time. Don't you want to change one thing a day? Or, changing one meal? Every meal is different?"

"Oh, is it difficult to eat so many things in the world? Every meal is different?" Erzi's eyes were filled with little stars: "I'm afraid that Mr. Li Zheng in the village had never eaten so many things before."
Chapter completed!