After the Rain Water Festival, the drizzling spring rain covers the entire Shannan Road, which seems to indicate that this year will be a bumper year.

The peasants in Taozhu Village, taking advantage of the early arrival of spring rain this year, are happily carrying out spring plowing and sacrifice activities, unearthing oxen, eating spring plates, trying plows, and burying seeds... The sound of gongs and drums of beatings and beatings expresses the beautiful vision of the simple rural farmers for this year's harvest.

As one of the only two landlords in Taozhu Village, the excitement in the village seems to have little to do with Zhu Xiu.

It is not because the farmers in the village hate the landlords and old wealth, but on the contrary, they have left the Zhu family, the first village tribute juren in history, but the well-known gentry and kind family in Taozhu Village.

Since the news that the Zhu family Xiaolang had an acute disease, the kind villagers came to visit him one after another, carrying two dou of millet, carrying two eggs, and holding a pot of home-fried sauce to show their concern for the Zhu family Xiaolang.

As one of the few study seedlings in the village, Zhu Xiaolang was highly expected by the old Zhu family and the villagers. He hoped that he could achieve fame and honor like his father, and also make Taozhu Village proud. He could stand up straight outside and pat his chest and boast, "We have two tribute men from Taozhu Village!"

Zhu Xiu lay down for half a month, and his cerebral symptoms gradually faded. While waiting for the school in Shuikou Township, he continued to live a boring life of roosters crowing, resting in the morning and evening, and studying hard on the classics, history, and collections of books.

Apart from spending most of the day in a daze in the books every day, Zhu Xiu didn't seem to have changed much.

Perhaps only God and Zhu Xiu themselves know that the soul and memory in this skin have a mark from an unknown place from a distant future...

"Hey~~really...can't go back..."

Zhu Xiu murmured sadly, and his gloomy mood was so gloomy that the sky was in such a gloomy moment.

"Goodbye...My parents...Goodbye...Yuhe...Goodbye...Oli..."

Zhu Xiu sobbed quietly, raised his cuffs to wipe the corners of his eyes, sniffled for a while, and finally made up his mind to accept the fact that he was already in the Tang Dynasty...uh...the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Boom!—Rumbling~~

The low spring thunder echoed between the sky and the earth, and the rain suddenly became rapid again. Zhu Xiu wrapped the old and musty wide winter jacket on his body, sat in a small stool, leaning against the pillars of the main hall, curled up under the eaves, and his legs were shrunk back to avoid being dirty by the mud splashed in the farmyard and being complained by his own mother.

With handsome eyebrows and white face, no matter who sees it, he will praise "What a graceful young man like jade." Unfortunately, his eyes as dark as night are a little dull. Zhu Xiu stared at the yellow mud in the courtyard, and his thoughts had already flown out of the sky.

Zhu Xiu sighed depressedly with a glance at the book in his hand, "The Interpretation of the Spring and Autumn Gongyang" compiled and published during the Wude period.

"Why is the Wu Zhou Dynasty?"

"It's fine if the Wu Zhou Dynasty is, it's still the end!"

"What year is it now? 696 AD? What is the year name? Long live the heavenly book? Long live the heavenly book? Long live the Dengfeng?"

Zhu Xiu held his forehead with a split headache. As a graduate student in the history department who had just graduated and was working hard to find a job, thanks to his usual love for Tang history, Zhu Xiu was still quite clear about the history of this period.

Now the Emperor's Vein of the Tang Dynasty has been revolutionized, the artifact has changed, and the destiny has returned to Wu. Now the emperor who sits in the high-sitting temple of the Taichu Palace in the Shendu is the first queen from ancient times to the present!

Full name: Cishi Yuegu Jinhuang Holy Emperor!

Zhu Xiu secretly complained and laughed at him in his heart. The exaggerated title and the chaotic calendar of year names are one of the characteristics of this era. When he first came, he thought about it for a long time before he could figure out the situation of the era.

No matter what, now it is the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the head of the empress is Her Majesty Wu Wei. If anyone dares to go out and yell at the sky: Datang! I'm here! He will rise! I'll guarantee that I won't see the sun tomorrow.

Zhu Xiu yawned lazily, threw the book into the basket beside him, and continued to think about Xiao Jiujiu in his heart.

In fact, for the people of Dazhou, this era is indeed a prosperous era. Forty taxes and one tax, each household has a tax of two zhang per year for silk and silk, and each household has a labor service of twenty days per year. If the land tenants are exempted from transferring for fifty days per year.

Compared with the dynasties before and after, it can be said that the country is responsible for the people and treats the people with virtue and virtue.

Although under the feudal system, economic development is often accompanied by land annexation and the equal-land system will be destroyed sooner or later, the people in this era are indeed lucky. They enjoyed the most powerful and glorious period of the dynasty, and this period will continue until forty or fifty years later, until Li Sanlang fell in love with Sister Huanhuan and staged a masturbation love between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law...

"More importantly, before Kaiyuan, the country did not collect all commercial taxes and allowed the people to get rich. If they don't do business these days, it would be a waste of time travelers' good names as the sons of the times..."

Zhu Xiu's eyes gradually became bright and his mind became lively.

I don’t know if it is the “postpartum sequelae” of being a human again. As a “top student” who studied history in his previous life and was involved in many miscellaneous research, Zhu Xiu felt that his mind was shining by God. Many of the documents he had read in his previous life were firmly imprinted in his mind. When he thought about it, he could read it!

But when Zhu Xiu, who had been in this life, opened a pile of scriptures and books left by the cheap father, his heart suddenly became cold from heat.

He has no ability to remember everything he has ever seen.

God only seemed to give half of his golden fingers.

Half is half, Zhu Xiu quickly felt relieved. In this chaotic officialdom, he was always facing the squad. In the years of factional struggle, he was not interested in taking the imperial examination and becoming an official. Even if he wanted to be an official, his best choice would be twenty years later, and the battle for the imperial power was settled.

Zhu Xiu did not forget his goal, he came to enjoy his happiness.

Even if he didn't take the imperial examination, relying on the knowledge reserves imprinted in his mind in his previous life, Zhu Xiu felt that he would not have been too miserable.

It should not be difficult to make some money or something, relying on the dividends of the times.

Zhu Xiu's lips gradually curled up, as if he had seen the near future. He lived in a big rural villa, his beautiful wife and concubine hugged each other, enjoying this prosperous era and living a happy life without any shame or impatience...

"Yes, the Wuzhou Dynasty is nothing. The gods in the sky are fighting, and the world is still peaceful and wealthy. Find a profitable business, work for a few years, accumulate some property, buy some land and houses, and wait until you are relaxed, spend money to donate a small official without any care, not seeking to protect your descendants, but only asking for half of the other foot of the old Zhu family to enter the gentry class, which is enough..."

With a calm mind of being at ease with his little wealth, Zhu Xiu silently planned his future development direction for himself. He knew better than anyone else that it is true that being a low-key person and making a fortune in silence these days. Being famous and becoming an official may not necessarily make a good fortune.

In the next ten years, it will be the dark period when the upper dynasty is most turbulent, the most frequent power changes, and the most cruel and fierce struggles. No one involved will be able to get it.

Since he wanted to take root in this era, Zhu Xiu certainly wanted to live a more relaxed and comfortable life, not seeking to be known to the princes, but only seeking a safe life for the Lord to eat chicken.

"Thank you, God for not allowing me to travel through time and become the trembling Li clan under the rule of the empress. Thank you for helping me survive at the beginning! Just... Why did I be born in Fangzhou? Can't I be farther away from Luoyang?"

Thinking of the few records about Fangzhou in history, Zhu Xiu's face became solemn and secretly reminded himself that he should be extremely cautious when going out in the future.

The clouds were harvesting and the rain stopped. The spacious farmhouse was filled with mud and water. Zhu Xiu replaced several basins that received rain in the main hall.

The main hall of the Old Zhu family has been passed down for three generations and has long been dilapidated. There are several tiles on the roof that are broken and leaking continuously when it rains.

After working hard for a while, looking at the sky, Zhu Xiu was slightly stunned. Why didn’t I come back after going out?
Chapter completed!