Beichen Village is just a little dilapidated village. There are only two small landlords who are slightly more accommodating. There are not many farmers with their own fields. The rest are tenants who help the landlords farm and pay rent.

The people inside were all done after dinner, and they gathered together to play dice and brag. When they saw someone passing by, they glanced at them and continued to chat.

The stone streets, thatched houses, chickens and ducks are all in their own way. The sky inside is dark, which makes people feel depressed. Next to it is a wooden railing leaning against the river. At this time, the strong man in a straw raincoat was still walking outside the house, hurriedly rushing to the road for some reason.

Zhong Yang, who had changed into coarse cloth clothes, sat on the hot kang and drank the hot soup quietly. There were only three basic ingredients of the soup: not very clean water, extremely small amount of chopped green onions, and dark yellow coarse salt. Of course, Zhong Yang, who was hungry and cold, did not make any unrealistic requirements for the quality and taste of the food, including the batter and steamed buns that were swallowed up just now.

Under the strong contempt of the dog, he completed these things without hesitation, and there was no pressure on Zhong Yang at this time.

It turned out that it was April 1st, 2019, the eighth year of the Republic of China, which was April 1st, 1919, the Western calendar.

I slowly observed this earthen brick house, simple wooden furniture, neatly arranged pots, pots, and jars. There were traces of painting on the bluestone brick walls. There was a dilapidated Taishi Chair in the yard. Next to the yard was a broken wood-room, with fences around the wood-room. I heard the seemingly insignificant pig hum and rooster crowing, which seemed to be pig pens and chicken coops.

Although he felt uncomfortable, Zhong Yang still surrendered to the cold spring wind in February and did not take off his coarse cloth clothes. He just endured it first because it was better than catching a cold. Zhong Yang thought silently.

This is Beichen Village. Because there was a young man named Chen in the village who had been a juren and was said to have been a high-ranking official, it is unclear what kind of official is. The family where Zhong Yang is located is a farmer in the village with his own fields. The owner's surname is Chen, and there are five people in the household. The oldest person in the family is Uncle Chen, who has two sons, one daughter-in-law and one grandson. The eldest son Chen Li is married, the second son Chen Ze is single, and they all work outside. The daughter-in-law works in the fields, and the son and grandson Chen Gouzi is at home.

After the conversation, Zhong Yang learned that the old farmer in front of him had worked as a private school teacher, but now he is retired and he is happy to be at home.

"Thank you for your kind hospitality, and you will be rewarded in the future." Zhong Yang bowed deeply to the old man and said solemnly.

In front of Zhong Yang, there was an old man with no books, wearing a dark gray old gown and jacket, an orange-like face, engraved with the sharpness of time, wrinkles, light yellow skin, and in his forties. It was introduced that Uncle Chen was originally a private school teacher, and now he is at home.

"It makes the young master laugh. He is all about being poor in clothes and food. As long as the young master doesn't dislike him," Uncle Chen said kindly and casually. I'm afraid the old man didn't take it seriously. Seeing that this boy is so down, he just kindly helped him.

"This..." Zhong Yang was also a self-esteem after all. Although Uncle Chen's words were not sarcastic, he did not want to be looked down upon. After thinking about it, he took out his watch from Yuan Jiao and put it in his clothes. After pretending to fumble for a while, he took it out, looking like he was going to give it to Uncle Chen.

Looking at the steel fine-crafted watches in the young man's palm, even as Uncle Chen, the most knowledgeable private school teacher in the village, was moved. After all, it is a product of the era, with meticulous workmanship and a gorgeous appearance (relative to this time and space). It seems that the entire watch is deeply reflected in the eyes and in the heart.

The story novel about saving a life without receiving property and thanking him did not appear. Uncle Chen solemnly accepted the watch after just a little shirked. In the past, saving a life was a great kindness, and both the benefactor and the person who received the benefactor took such things seriously. Although in Zhong Yang's time and space, this watch was worth 500 yuan, the central government knew it. In this time and space, this thing was still very valuable. Besides, this was also the gift that Zhong Yang thought was the most suitable, so he could not give the old man a computer.

As for the so-called "forgiving kindness but not seeking repayment", Zhong Yang is disdainful. Haven't you heard that Zigong refused to pay gold and Zilu received a cow? "Forgiving kindness but not seeking repayment will cause great harm to the world, only corrupt scholars will do it.

Uncle Chen is not a corrupt scholar, nor is he not unwilling to love money. He just read more books of sages and taught more students, and his character is fine. But people always have to live and they always love vain. As long as it is not against their conscience, it is enough to take it in a proper way.

At Zhong Yang's sincere request, Uncle Chen quickly let go and picked up the watch and enjoyed it openly. The time was accurate and the workmanship was first-class. The rotating button next to it could also adjust the time and manually turn it. After Zhong Yang's teaching, Uncle Chen quickly became familiar with the use of this watch and was amazed.

He also began to pay attention to Zhong Yang's family background. After all, in Uncle Chen's opinion, people who can have such an exquisite watch are definitely not simple people. At least Uncle Chen has never seen such luxurious and exquisite watches, and thought that such artifacts must be owned by wealthy families in the city.

The little gangster who was closely following the development of the situation no longer looked at Zhong Yang with contempt. "Oh, was it really a philanthropy developed since childhood?" Zhong Yang couldn't help but sigh at his life.

Speaking of Dogzi, its real name is Chen Yilin, and Dogzi is its nickname. Most people in this time and space have the custom of giving children an ugly nickname, mainly because they are afraid that the children will die prematurely. Uncle Chen can't resist everyone's wishes, so he naturally has no choice but to give dogzi a correct name, name Yilin, hoping that a tree can make a forest. Although Dogzi still doesn't know the expectations of the word Yilin, he thinks that it is at least much better than "Dogzi". So Dogzi's only hope now is to grow up quickly, so that people will not be called Dogzi.

After chatting with Uncle Chen for a while, I finally got a general understanding of the time and space he was in. According to Uncle Chen, it is now the eighth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1919 of the Western calendar. According to what Se said, I did not travel back to the past, but to another plane of time and space, but this time and space are extremely similar to the time and space he was in. Since I still have no clue about going back, let’s solve the problem in front of me first. Zhong Yang had to think openly.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

There is also the mercy of Gouzi. In fact, Gouzi also had a pure childhood. Well, although Gouzi is still in childhood now, innocence is gone. The main reason is that the country has been deteriorating in recent years and people's morality has also deteriorated. Chan Shu and Gouzi have also helped several down-and-out fugitives, but they all met ungrateful people. After receiving the favor of Uncle Chen, they stole Uncle Chen's finances at night. "It's really hateful, such a rat! I almost wandered on the streets!" Zhong Yang cursed the damn guy hatefully.

After two days of visiting Beichen Village, I finally began to observe this somewhat dilapidated small village. Beichen Village is located in the northern suburbs of Beijing, 30 miles away from the capital. There is a small river called Nanhe in the village. There are 23 families in Beichen Village. The income of the village is mainly farming, but farming alone cannot meet the needs of life. Therefore, most of the middle-aged men in the village go to the city to work, and even a lot of women. In short, this is just a dilapidated small village. There is no electricity, no tap water, and no entertainment facilities. It can be said that there is basically nothing that exceeds the needs of survival. For a 21st century otaku, this place is like hell.

Zhong Yang was always thinking about how to go back. Is this damn time and space going to be trapped here for a lifetime? Zhong Yang couldn't help but shake his heart.

Even though he had just realized something two days ago, he became cowardly again. It turns out that knowing is easy and hard to do. A person's mind is always cowardly, and even the so-called enlightenment is repeated again and again, he will still be confused from time to time. While Zhong Yang was still struggling in his heart, he did not know that the virtual intelligence in his mind was already reintegrating Yuan Jiao. When Zhong Yang couldn't help but give up hope, he would turn back to the rune ornament, break away from Zhong Yang, and teleport again.

"Despair in suffering, give up in despair, is this your level?" Se's reminder came from his mind, awakening Zhong Yang who was about to sink.

"User Zhong Yang, this is the last warning. Is this your level?"

"If I answered yes, what would you do?" The four words "last time" shocked Zhong Yang to sweat a lot, fearing that people would find out the abnormality, so he could only answer in his heart. All his hopes for going home now are placed on Yuan Jiao, how dare he be careless!

"If you are only at this level, you are not qualified to have the Yuan Jiao. At that time, the Yuan Jiao will naturally break away from your will and disappear." A mechanical voice sounded in your mind, even though Zhong Yang's nerves almost couldn't stand such a threat!

But what can I do? I am so fucked by others. I was full of anger in my heart and tried hard to suppress the anger that was about to burst out. After pondering, Zhong Yang finally started a new round of spiritual exchanges with Se. After arduous, time, and extremely passionate and sincere exchanges, the two enhanced their friendship, promoted their understanding, and helped them to cooperate with each other in the future, and did not deteriorate due to some minor contradictions and parted ways. At the same time, Comrade Zhong Yang once again strengthened his determination, set his lofty ideals, and made key speeches and decisive votes at the consultation meeting.

In the eyes of the dog, Zhong Yang just sat motionless in the yard and was stunned for a while. The chicks next to him were pecking at the chestnut rice on the ground, and the pigs in the pigpen were making noises. I had no idea that Comrade Zhong Yang had just walked between hell and heaven.

"God took away my most precious thing because I got too much." Zhong Yang comforted himself like this.

In governing the world, people always complain that they are difficult to realize their ambitions, but in troubled times, they also complain that they are not lucky. After all, it is not a problem of the times, but a problem of people themselves. Since the mountains cannot come, I will go there.
Chapter completed!