Chapter 1 The one who was crossed should starve to death
Chapter 1
As soon as Yang Qian gradually regained his hearing and consciousness from the darkness, he felt a huge pain coming from his forehead. He couldn't help but let out a groan.
"Wake up, ma'am, sir, he's awake..." an overjoyed voice shouted.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a haggard-looking middle-aged woman hugging her tightly with surprise on her face, as if she had found a lost treasure.
"Good boy, you really scared my mother to death. Just wake up and it will be fine. If you still feel uncomfortable, tell your mother if you feel uncomfortable..."
Yang Qian, who had been in a coma for a long time and accepted the fragmented memories of this body, supported his weak body and barely showed a smile.
"Mom, the child is okay..."
When mother Han heard the low call, her eyes suddenly turned red. She carefully helped Yang Qian sit up, wiped Yang Qian's forehead with the back of her hand and let out a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, the fever has finally subsided, but you were in a coma for a whole day, which scared my mother. Come on, drink this bowl of medicine again..."
Yang Qian drank the bitter concoction, but his heart was filled with ups and downs because he accidentally traveled to the fifth year of Sui Dynasty.
The memory seems a bit fragmented, but I can still piece together the life experience of Yang Qian, a young man from the Sui Dynasty who was transported by me.
His father, Yang Ning, was an official in the newly built Dongdu Ministry of Industry, while his mother, Han, stayed in the village in Xingze County to take care of the family affairs.
There is also a sister who is three years older and just married into a well-to-do family in Xingyang County a year ago.
Today's floods have turned the entire Xingze County into a swamp and destroyed countless fertile fields.
Yang Qian, who was transported by himself, caught the wind and cold while going up the mountain to escape the flood and was in a coma for a whole day.
While the owner of the body was in a coma, his soul traveled into this body and got a chance to live again.
After drinking the medicine, Yang Qian closed his eyes exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
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By the time Yang Qian woke up from the intense hunger, it was already early morning.
After Yang Qian, who was unconscious due to a slip and fell into the water, finished washing up, the book boy Zhili went to the kitchen to bring breakfast, which almost blinded Yang Qian with a look of anticipation on his face.
A small plate of pickled courgettes, a bowl of yellow rice porridge so thin you could see the bottom of the bowl, and three delicate pastries as big as copper coins.
Yang Qian resisted the urge to lift the table and looked at Zhili with a polite smile.
"You're going to give me this to eat in the morning?"
Seeing the displeasure hidden in Yang Qian's smile, Zhili turned pale with fright and quickly knelt down.
"Damn it, young master, please forgive me. I really can't find sweet-scented osmanthus brew in the kitchen today.
Therefore, Aunt Hu, who is the most skilled among the cooks, can only try to make honey cake. The first time she makes it, she will inevitably fail to meet the requirements of the young master..."
"...You mean, sir, I usually eat so little?"
Looking at the breakfast that was not even enough to feed the cat, Yang Qian felt bad.
Zhili looked at Yang Qian strangely and nodded cautiously.
"Young Master, you gave orders to the young ones in the past. A gentleman can only taste the food, but a small one can't hold on until he dies.
Therefore, the daily breakfast only consists of a plate of vegetables, a bowl of light porridge, and three kinds of cakes..."
Yang Qian finally understood that the guy he had traveled through time was not dead of illness, but starved to death. This little food was not even enough for him, who is known as the big eater in the sports academy, to fill his teeth.
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Yang Qian didn't want to talk, so he picked up the bowl of clear yellow rice porridge and drained it in one gulp.
Then he pushed the plate of pickled cucumbers aside with disgust, picked up the three honey cakes and stuffed them into his mouth.
Seeing Yang Qian's arrogant way of eating, Zhili, who had been accompanying the young master since he was ten years old, was immediately stunned.
"Master, be careful, don't get choked..."
Yang Qian, who didn't even have a gap between his teeth, smiled confidently. "Choke me? What a joke. Hurry up and lead me to the kitchen. I just ordered something, and it's not even an appetizer."
"It's absolutely impossible. Didn't you say that a gentleman should cook far away? If you want to eat something, I can just bring it to you..."
Touching his still empty belly, Yang Qian, who was about to go crazy with hunger, felt that his whole body was not feeling well.
"Do I always say these harmful things to others?!"
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The scholar, Zhili, was so frightened that the young master, who had always followed the words and deeds of the sages in the past, but now had a sudden change in personality, froze on the spot.
Seeing the obviously frightened scholar Zhili, Yang Qian weakly sat back on the couch and tried his best to smile gracefully.
"Okay, I won't go, then you go to the kitchen and bring me soup cakes. I want less soup and more cakes.
Is there meat? If there is meat, add more meat to me. And the most important thing is, the bowl must be at least three times the size of this bowl, do you understand?"
Zhili ran to the kitchen, and Yang Qian looked at the heartbreaking pickled cucumbers with a melancholy look on his face. He hesitated for a long time, and finally picked up the chopsticks in disgust and took the whole thing to his mouth.
Although there is a hint of sweetness in the sourness, for Yang Qian, the big stomach eater of the sports academy who loves meat and enjoys it, it can only be regarded as barely swallowing.
After two mouthfuls, the two pickled cucumbers, which were only two inches long, were all eaten into his stomach. Instead of quenching his hunger, Yang Qian felt even hungrier.
Fortunately, Na Zhili didn't keep Yang Qian waiting for long and brought a bowl of soup cake, which is the ancient noodle soup.
Even though there were no chives or chili oil, Yang Deli still picked up the chopsticks and wolfed down the food like a whirlwind.
After hearing that her son had woken up, mother Han arrived at the door and was startled by the faint snoring sound of eating.
Seeing Yang Qian whose head was almost buried in the bowl, Han couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Da Lang, please slow down, what's wrong with you...why do you eat like this?"
Yang Qian raised his head and saw a shocked Han, who sucked all the soup cake in his mouth into his stomach.
Then he shyly put down the big bowl that was as clean as a dog licking it.
"Mom, why are you here?"
Mrs. Han looked worriedly at her son, who had just recovered from a serious illness and had increased his appetite.
"Mom just heard that you wanted to eat soup cakes after breakfast, so I came here to see you.
Is there something wrong with your body? Why did you eat so much?"
Yang Qian rolled his eyes twice and finally found an answer that was most in line with the Chinese cultural values of filial piety.
"Mom, my child always ate according to the advice of a gentleman, so his body was too delicate and sickly.
After this catastrophe, the child feels that he has worked hard to eat well and is in good health, so that he can properly honor his parents."
Hearing this, Han's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and she held Yang Qian's hand tightly and said with relief on her face.
"I didn't expect Da Lang to become so sensible. If your father hears you being so heartwarming, he will definitely be very happy."
"Zhili, why are you still standing there? Go to the kitchen and bring me a bowl of soup cakes, more meat and cakes..."
Mother Han's expression of joy turned into shock: "..."
The shocked look on the face of the book boy Zhili became even more shocked: "..."
In the past, Yang Qian, who never got tired of fine food and fine food, a gentleman who tasted the taste of food but a villain who was not tired of eating, has been buried in the dust of history.
Instead, there was Mr. Yang who had a huge appetite and wolfed down everything, including the soup and water without leaving any residue.