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Being confused and dizzy, Liu Jin felt like he had a splitting headache. A large amount of information was pouring into his brain. This information seemed to be a person's experience from childhood to adulthood, and this person was still an ancient person.
"Have I read too many historical novels?"
In his mind, Liu Jin thought like this.
As a hard-core bookworm with more than ten years of online writing experience, Liu Jin has read not less than 10,000 but also thousands of novels. Among them, his favorite online novels are historical time travel novels.
Recently, he has just become obsessed with a historical time-travel novel. The author's writing style is quite good. Liu Jin, who was addicted to it, really reached the point where he forgot to sleep and eat. He was addicted to it for several days in a row and couldn't extricate himself.
So there was an extra piece of information about an ancient person growing up in his brain. Liu Jin thought it was because he was too addicted to novels and had thoughts about it during the day and dreams at night.
In the haze, Liu Jin struggled to open his eyes, and a little light refracted in.
In a dilapidated hut, the window paper on the windows has been completely torn. Next to the window, only three of the legs of a dilapidated desk are intact, and the other leg is still supported by a wooden root.
There are several slightly worn books neatly placed on the desk. These books are not modern books, but ancient thread-bound books. The paper of the books is very rough at first glance, and is far less white than modern paper.
In addition to a few books, there are also a few writing brushes. The tip of this writing brush has split, and a lot of wolf hair has fallen off, but it has been washed clean.
The inkstone is made from a piece of stone picked up from the river and polished. The yellow-brown spots are clearly visible, and there is some dried ink inside. It seems that it has not been used for a few days.
Apart from the desk, the only thing in the entire cabin was the bed where Liu Jin lay.
This bed was also made of soil and a few wooden boards, with a thick layer of hay spread on it. As for the quilt covering Liu Jin, it was full of patches, and some clumps could be seen in some tattered places. Blackened cotton wool.
"Have I traveled through time?"
Liu Jin wiped his eyes and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
Although my family is not a wealthy family, but I grew up in the new era, no matter how poor I am, I will not be like this. What's more, this scene is clearly the home of poor people in ancient times.
"Crack~"
Liu Jin slapped himself hard, and suddenly there was a sharp pain on his face.
"Have I really traveled through time?"
Liu Jin's whole person became a little dull.
¡°I was reading the novel and living a happy life, and I was transported back in time all of a sudden.
"God damn it!"
"If you want to time travel, just go back in time. You can at least give me a higher starting point. The time-traveling army in the novel is not about time-traveling to become emperors, princes, princes, or at least the stupid sons of landlords."
"As for me, look at this, I don't even have a knife at the beginning, let alone a dog."
Soon, Liu Jin combined the extra information in his mind and immediately understood his situation. He couldn't help but jump up and point at the sky and curse.
It turns out that not all Liu Jin has traveled through time, but his soul has traveled back to ancient times.
The original owner of the body in front of me is also named Liu Jin. He is still a scholar and has already achieved the title of scholar. He is waiting to take the triennial provincial examination next fall. As long as he can pass the provincial examination, he will become a privileged scholar.
Logically speaking, with such a start, Liu Jin should not blame others. After all, in the Ming Dynasty, the status of scholars was quite high. Scholar-officials and the emperor's co-ruling of the world was not just a slogan, but a variety of real things. privilege.
You must know that in ancient times, paying for grain and performing corvee service were inevitable from birth. As long as you did not want to be a rebel, a refugee, or a noble, these two things would go hand in hand and accompany you throughout your life.
Only by becoming a scholar-official can one escape from the Three Realms and the Five Elements and become a privileged being.
And once you become a privileged class, a large number of people will naturally attach themselves to you and attach their fields to your name.?Ordinary people, let alone reading, a book alone is enough to give up the idea of ??sending your children to study.
What's more, there are books, pens, inks, paper and inkstones. In addition, since he is a noble scholar, he naturally ignores the outside world and only concentrates on reading the books of sages. There are many mouths in the fields and at home, and there are few laborers. , under this situation, the families that can support scholars are all well-off families.
Obviously, the home that Liu Jin traveled through was far from affluent. If he didn't study, he could barely have enough food and clothing. But with only a dozen acres of land, if he wanted to support Liu Jin's studies, it would be hard to imagine. And know it.
Liu Jin reached out and touched the ribs on his belly, then looked at his tiny arms, and couldn't help but curse again. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com