"Shitou, it's time to go home for dinner." The mother's voice came from the field.
Liu Jun did not raise his head and continued to harvest the wheat with his sickle: "Mom, please go back first. I'm almost done with this ridge. I'll go back when I'm done."
"Don't do it for too long. The weather is hot and you may hurt your health." The mother's voice became farther and farther away.
It has been more than two months since he came to this world. How the original owner of this body died has not been found in the scattered memory fragments Liu Jun received. The memory of his previous life has gradually faded away in his daily life during these two months.
, Liu Jun also gradually adapted to living in this feudal dynasty called "Zheng".
Not long after, my vision suddenly became empty. I looked up and saw the fields beside the field, and behind me were the harvested and neatly stacked wheat.
Wiping the sweat on his face with his hand, Liu Jun was stunned. Something seemed to have passed by his eyes just now. He looked around but found nothing.
I read it wrong?
As if he had thought of something, Liu Jun once again made the same action of wiping sweat just now, but nothing happened.
Liu Jun sighed, seeming to be relaxed or perhaps regretful.
"Stone!" Before he got home, someone called him from behind. Liu Jun turned around and saw that it was Wang Ping'an who lived next door. At this time, he was with several peers who were all 16 or 7 years old. When he saw Liu Jun turned around, he said,
He waved his hands excitedly.
"Where are you going?" Liu Jun was a little surprised when he saw several people walking in.
Wang Ping'an put his arms around Liu Jun's shoulders and couldn't hide his excitement: "The Tongshan Escort Bureau in the county is recruiting people, let's go together, we are all ready to take a look."
Liu Jun was a little excited. He looked at the few teenagers who walked over with Wang Ping'an. They looked familiar, but they couldn't recognize their names yet. They should all have the surname Li. However, Liu Jun's heart slowly cooled down, and the muscles on his face became a little stiff.
, must have smiled ugly: "Forget it, I won't go, my father went to the patriarch's house to harvest wheat. If I go again, my mother will be the only one left in the family."
"Okay," Wang Ping'an said with some regret in his voice, but he became excited again in the blink of an eye, "Then just wait for my good news. As long as I have a firm foothold in the escort agency, I will drag you in when the time comes."
Watching the teenagers drifting away, Liu Jun turned around and hurried home.
The village I am in now is called Lijiazhuang. Most of the people in the village have the surname Li. My family moved here from Grandpa Liu Jun’s generation. In this case, even if I don’t usually bully you, what are the benefits of the village?
, and don’t expect it to be your turn.
As for Wang Ping'an, his father is the village leader, in charge of anti-theft, public security and tax collection in four or five nearby villages.
When I got home, my mother had already put the rice on the table. The staple food was a basket of wild vegetable dumplings. The wild vegetables from the mountains were boiled in a pot of boiling water, mixed with a little cornmeal, kneaded into a ball, and steamed. In Liu Jun's opinion,
Although the cornmeal does not taste very good because the bran is not removed, it tastes pretty good because of the addition of salt, but it is not very hungry. Served with cold shredded dried radish, in a short time, fist-sized dumplings were made.
I've already stuffed four or five of them into my stomach.
"Do you know Xiaojuan from your Aunt Li's house?" Mother put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked suddenly.
"Which Aunt Li?" Liu Jun tried his best to nibble on the slightly dry vegetable dumplings without raising his head.
"It belongs to your uncle Shunzi's family."
Seeing Liu Jun's confused face, his mother felt a little resentful that iron could not turn into steel:
"The fourth house in the row of houses at the entrance of the village!"
"Oh." The face of a little girl flashed in Liu Jun's mind. She had fluffy hair, a yellow complexion, and a timid look in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Liu Jun looked at his mother with some confusion, picked up the clay pot on the table and poured a bowl of cold water.
"Your Aunt Wang next door wants to offer Xiaojuan to you as your wife."
"Pfft...cough...cough..."
A mouthful of water spurted out of Liu Jun's mouth, and he finally stopped coughing. He looked in disbelief at his mother, whose face gradually darkened.
"That little Juan'er seems to be only twelve or thirteen years old!"
"What's wrong with Twelve Thirteen?" The mother said with a sullen face, "I am 30 this year, and you are almost 16. Besides, I don't want you to get married now."
30 minus 16 minus one year of pregnancy. Liu Jun looked at his mother with admiration. Being able to give birth to a healthy child at the age of 14 really depends on God's blessing.
"Then let's take a look?" Liu Jun said vaguely. After rebirth, not to mention changing the world, it's okay to seek wealth. When the time comes, whatever beautiful things you want will not be readily available. For now, let's hold off for now.
The mother suddenly turned her face and slapped Liu Jun on the head, "Why don't you take a look first? Who do you think you are? You are qualified to pick and choose. I told you Xiaojuan. With our family's conditions, you are still
Gao Pan. If you weren't the only child in our family, I would have sent you over and blocked the door."
"Isn't that true?" Liu Jun grimaced.
"What's wrong? The 5 acres of land your grandfather earned from killing thieves back then was selected among the clan leaders. Your father, who deserves to be killed a thousand times, said that if the land was put in the name of the clan clan leader, it would be tax-free, so he went there overnight with the land deed.
It's good now. Although the tax no longer needs to be paid to the tax collector, it has to be paid to the clan leader. When it's time to farm and collect grain, you still have to work for the clan leader's family. The same goes for the assessments and labor from above.
No less, the important thing is that the clan leader’s name is written on the land deed, and our family has no more land.”
"Mom, please keep your voice down. The neighbors will hear it. If anyone talks too much, it will reach the ears of the clan leader. Donating the land is originally a good thing to build a relationship with the clan leader, but it may also turn into a bad thing."
Seeing his mother's angry look, Liu Jun could only persuade her in a low voice, trying not to add fuel to her mother's anger.
"Let them talk, he has the nerve to do it, why is he afraid of others?" After saying this, the mother's voice gradually became lower, and she seemed to have some concerns.
"Let me tell you, you should take Xiaojuan's matter to heart. Your uncle Shunzi has left, leaving a widow and a girl. However, the family still has 6 acres of land. The two of them cannot keep this land. Once
Once your work is done, this land will belong to your children from now on.”
"If this is the case, I'm afraid Xiaojuan won't tell me. A lot of people are watching. Given our family's conditions, I'm afraid it won't be my turn." Liu Jun was a little confused.
"You are stupid. People with the same surname cannot marry. It is impossible for the Li family to let their land go to other villages. There are several foreign surnames in the village or there are no young men of the right age, or for other reasons, otherwise it will not be your turn."
Liu Jun then remembered that there was still this problem and scratched his head, but could such a good thing really happen to me?
When he went to work in the fields in the afternoon, Liu Jun kept thinking about this matter in his mind. All kinds of thoughts swirled in his mind, turning it into a pot of porridge.
After a day's work, I was so tired that my back ached. When I finished work and went home in the afternoon, it was already dark.
There were no entertainment activities in the countryside at night. Liu Jun lay down on the bed early as usual. As soon as he closed his eyes, green streams of light emerged from the void, condensing and entwining. In just a second or two, a few lines of streams of light appeared.
Green text appeared in front of Liu Jun.
Today's settlement:
Wheat harvesting proficiency 52 entry level 2/100
Sports Proficiency 4 Not Beginner 37/50
This is?
Looking at these few lines of words, Liu Jun didn't dare to express his anger. The inexplicable emotions in his heart were surging and wanted to burst out, but Liu Jun suppressed them firmly in his heart.
Is this the kind of thing that I have thought of? It should not be my hallucination. If it is an hallucination, please stay longer, longer, longer, Liu Jun keeps praying.
Liu Jun was sure that with his eyes closed now, the words formed by the light in front of him and what he represented behind them were enough to bring about earth-shaking changes in his life.
System? Digitization? Where did it come from? Did it come with my own time travel? Is there an eternal god behind it that supports its operation? Is my every move being monitored? Is there an eternal god behind it? Is my every move being monitored?
Do you still have the right to be independent?
Numerous thoughts were surging in my mind. I wonder if any of the thoughts that I hadn't noticed touched the words in front of me. The words turned into light and disappeared, and then regrouped under my next thought.
In front of you is a box composed of green lines. The lines of text in the box show the proficiency of your current skills, including but not limited to: swimming, handicrafts, carrying water, chopping firewood, etc.
Only wheat harvesting is an entry-level skill, which is surprising but makes sense. Among the other skills, the highest proficiency level is handicraft 47/50. It should have been given to me when I weaved bamboo frames with my father that day, even though I only worked for one afternoon.
, maybe because I liked handicrafts in my previous life, and I quickly became proficient in it.
After groping for a while, Liu Jun was a little disappointed but also a little lucky. What was disappointing was that all he had now was a panel that showed his skill proficiency. There were no other rewards for completing tasks, such as skill pills, or lottery draws. Fortunately,
Yes, you shouldn't have to worry about your crude system controlling you. Humans will always have to look forward to Shu.
Let’s call this system simple. It may be a bit simpler than the ones in the novels I read before, but it is not rigid at all. Following Liu Jun’s wishes, the skills on Liu Jun’s panel are now divided into two parts: life skills.
And combat skills. Let’s not talk about life skills. There is only one combat skill:
Boxing for beginners10/50
This is after Liu Jun discredited the five-step boxing taught during military training in the room, and a line of text floated in front of Liu Jun's eyes: Boxing proficiency level 3, not yet started 3/50.
After Liu Jun performed a few more Tai Chi moves that he could still remember, his boxing proficiency level had reached 10.
In the foreseeable future, Liu Jun believes that with his efforts, various skills, wealth, rights, and power will be filled in the panel and he will be able to master them.
Thinking of what he had recently learned about the difficulties at home, his mother's petty thoughts of fighting for a few acres of land, and the various unreasonable aspects of the blind date, Liu Jun once again took up his stance, practiced boxing, and carefully understood the transformation of moves.
Liu Jun was full of confidence as he saw the 'Proficiency Level 1' prompt floating in front of his eyes from time to time: it was great to be rewarded with hard work, and all the conspiracies and tricks would disappear in the face of the ever-increasing power.