Strange World Survival Manual

In a thatched house, a sturdy child kept muttering something.

"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work." The child kept mumbling while drawing something on the table with his fingers.

"What are you doing, always mumbling?" asked a young man wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. This person was the one who handed Li Si the hatchet today.

"Dad, I will never waste food again." The child said to the young man seriously.

"Oh?" The young man was surprised. You must know that his son usually doesn't worry about eating at all, and there is always leftover food. Every time there was leftover food, he would smoke it with a bamboo stick, but he never remembered it. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask: "Cao Meng, what did Mr. teach you today?"

"Yes." Cao Meng nodded affirmatively and said, "Sir taught me a poem."

The young man understood that he knew Li Xianggong very well. When he had nothing to do, he would hold a lecture hall to enlighten children. Never charge money. Even if someone wanted to give him money, he would refuse.

This is very rare in this world. Many scholars actually look down on people like them, let alone enlighten their children. He, Cao Qing, is a sensible person and can distinguish between good and evil. So he admired Li Si very much, which is why he was the first to stand up and offer his sword today.

"Then recite it to me." Cao Qing picked up the teapot on the table, poured a glass of water into the pottery bowl on the table, and waited for Cao Meng to recite the poem to him.

When Cao Meng heard what Cao Qing said, he couldn't help but straighten up his chest and read in the same way that Li Si recited in class: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that the food on the plate is not a grain of rice?" Hard."

Hearing the poem Cao Meng recited, Cao Qing couldn't help but pause and savor the pottery bowl he was holding. However, he felt that he could understand the poem. Although these lines were simple, they were inspiring. . I couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Li is a scholar who knows the sufferings of the world."

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In another corner of the county, a family was having a meal. The room was brightly lit by candlelight. Among them, a fat man with a fat face was feasting, while a fat man who was several sizes smaller than the big fat man on the side was watching intently. Eat with the fat man. This little fat man is Yu Hu, and this big fat man is his father Yu the Butcher Yu San.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen your father and I eating?" Yu San felt that his son had been staring at him while he was eating, with a strange look in his eyes, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's nothing. Dad, keep eating." Yu Hu started eating slowly, looking at his father from the corner of his eye from time to time.

"Don't eat, don't eat!" Yu San immediately put his chopsticks on the table angrily and stopped eating.

Seeing that he stopped eating, Xiao Yuhu perked up and said accusingly: "Mr. Li said today, who knows that you have to work hard for every grain of food on the plate, and the food is hard-earned. Why don't you just say you won't eat it?" "

"Ouch!" Yu Sanguai yelled, understanding that this boy wanted to teach him a lesson. Then he sat down, chuckled, and smiled at Yu Hu: "Then I'll finish this meal today, but if you dare to waste food on me in the future, I'll see if I don't beat your ass to pieces."

After saying that, he started eating quickly and finished the meal in a short while. After eating, he crossed his hands on his chest and looked at the little fat man at leisure. Seeing this made Yu Hu's heart tremble, and he couldn't finish the meal anymore.

Yu Hu's mother on the side covered her mouth and laughed, but she was not prepared to smooth things over.

In the middle of the night, screams came from the Yu family.

Such conversations were common in this county, and the poem "Compassion for the Farmers" began to become known to adults.

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"Oh oh oh..." A chicken crow echoed through the night sky.

Li Si suddenly kicked his legs on the bed, as if twitching, and the person behind him woke up immediately.

He got up from the bed in a daze, stretched, then walked to the backyard, picked up a willow branch and brushed his teeth.

After a while, he finished washing. Li Si looked at the night sky where he could still see the stars, and couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that when he came to this world, his habit of staying in bed would disappear. You know, he has never gotten up so early before.

After walking out of the door and locking it, Li Si started stretching in front of the door. Anyway, there are not many people at this time.

He planned to go for a good run this morning. Anyway, he was wearing the same short-sleeve sweatshirt that he hadn't changed out of yesterday, so he could run lightly. If it were that long gown, it would be inconvenient.

After doing stretching exercises, he started jogging in the city. His legs were still a little sore at first, but then he felt less sore as he ran.

After running for about ten minutes, he felt that his lungs were burning and he couldn't breathe anymore, so he started walking. Not long after leaving, he started running again, and so on. When it was almost dawn, Li Si happened to reach the tofu shop.

"Hey, Xianggong Li, it's so early." The shopkeeper of the tofu shop said hello when he saw Li Si coming over, and when he saw him sweating profusely, he was a little surprised: "Xianggong Li, what are you doing?" Gone? Why are you sweating profusely? "

"Oh, I went for a run. Uncle Zhou, please give me a bowl of tofu curd, the same as yesterday." Li Si wiped the sweat on his head with his clothes and said with a smile.

"Running?" The shop owner of the tofu shop was a little confused when he heard this word.

Li Si suddenly remembered that in ancient times, there was no word for running, and they basically didn't run much, so he added: "It's walking fast to exercise."

The tofu shop owner suddenly understood. He shook his head and smiled, then went to spoon the tofu cakes for Li Si.

"Ms. Li!" Suddenly a shout came from a distance, and a fat man with a wide body and fat body walked over. He smiled at Li Sida with a stern face and said, "Ms. Li is in good health recently."

Li Si only felt that he was shrouded in a shadow. He looked up at Yu San and said with a smile: "My health is much better. Thank you Brother Yu for your concern."

"Hey, Mr. Li, you're welcome. I have to thank you for disciplining my son. Here are two kilograms of pork belly to replenish your health." Yu San smiled and placed a bundle of pork belly wrapped in lotus leaves on Li Xianggong. On the table in front of Si.

"This is impossible." Li Si frowned, picked up the pork and handed it to Yu San, saying, "I taught your son never to think about coveting anything."

This sentence is true. He just decided to teach these children something because he couldn't find any entertainment activities in this world. It’s not that you want to covet something.

"Of course I trust Xianggong Li's character." Yu San nodded, but then said: "But you teach my son the truth. This is a kindness. You don't want me to become a person who doesn't repay kindness."