Ming Dynasty, Hongwu 30 years.
Guangdong, South China Sea.
The weather in October was much colder.
A gust of cold wind blew past, causing the grass on the roof to fall to the ground.
It had rained the day before yesterday, and the ground in the small courtyard was still very muddy.
A skinny woman in her forties was feeding a few chickens in the corner of the courtyard.
The rooster was not in a hurry to eat. It strutted around the food and sized up the young man in front of it with a vigilant gaze.
The young man was about fifteen years old. He sat on a stone bench in front of the draped room, supporting his chin with his hand, his gaze confused.
He was wearing a linen robe, a pair of straw sandals, and a silk scarf on his head.
There were many patches on the clothes, but they were very clean.
He was handsome, had fair skin, and had jade-like facial features.
At this moment, the cold wind blew over, causing the sackcloth robe on the youth's body to flutter in the wind. The youth could not help but shiver.
The young man smiled bitterly.
Later generations always shouted that Guangdong failed in winter, and he was one of them.
Now, it was winter.
During the Ming Dynasty, the weather in Guangdong was much colder than a few hundred years later.
Her clothes were thin.
There's nothing in my belly.
The weather was cold.
He really couldn't hold on anymore.
It had been a few days since he had transmigrated.
If it wasn't for the woman in front of him, who was also his mother in this life, who cared for him with all her heart, he would have died.
The eyes that looked at him were filled with sincere feelings.
When she saw that she was silent, the sorrow in her mother's eyes was extremely thick.
The young man would rather die.
In the future, he was an orphan.
She had never enjoyed a mother's love.
The mother in front of him had given him the deepest and most sincere motherly love.
This was what made the young man gradually adapt and endure after transmigrating.
"Hongwu 30th year…"
The young man chuckled.
Fortunately, he had traveled to a good era.
At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty.
The beginning of the golden age.
As long as he worked hard, he would give himself and his mother a bright future.
……
At this moment, the woman finished feeding the chicken.
He turned his head and called out,"Jinzi, come in and eat." Oh right, wash your teeth and face first."
"I know, mother."
The young man answered and went to a corner of the kitchen.
The washroom was here, and there was a slanted washbasin.
The ceramic washbasin was placed on a shelf, and on the shelf above the washbasin hung an old linen cloth. This was a face towel.
Next to a willow branch that had been dug up, there was a small box of coarse salt.
This was a tooth-rinsing tool.
Every time he used it, the youth would feel extremely uncomfortable.
But he didn't dare to use it.
Dentists did exist these days, but their basic method was to pull out bad teeth.
If you don't want to try, try your best to protect your teeth.
He dipped a willow branch in some salt and carefully cleaned the gaps between his gums.
Finally, he rinsed his mouth and wiped his face.
The young man did it very carefully.
Although the family was poor, her mother was very particular about hygiene.
The courtyard was cleaned every day.
The room was also spotless.
The young man had a feeling that keeping the courtyard clean and tidy was his mother's last resort to protect her dignity.
His family used to be relatively rich.
He was also very respected.
His social status was not low.
His father, who had passed away many years ago, was once a scholar.
However, the scholar soon died of illness.
The family had spent all their accumulated wealth on their father's studies.
This was not an exaggeration.
It took three generations of hard work to support a scholar.
The family's previous savings had been almost exhausted by his father.
Even so, her mother often mentioned her father's glory as a scholar.
Her face was filled with joy.
If his father could live for a few more years, he would not have been a good candidate.
With the exemption of 30 mu of land tax and the privilege of exemption from corvee for two people, he could also open a school and take in a few students. His family's life would also be very good.
Poor scholar, that was relative to Juren.
In this era, a scholar was already one step into the ruling class.
Everything is inferior, only reading is superior.
The greatest wealth in the family now was the dozens of books, brush, ink, and paper left behind by his father.
……
The mother and son sat down at a low wooden table.
The temperature in the kitchen was higher, giving people a relatively comfortable feeling.
A boiled egg.
A plate of shrimp paste.
The mother and son each had a bowl of brown rice porridge.
"Jinzi, quickly eat the egg."
Her mother's attitude was gentle, but she was also quite determined.
The teenager had wanted to give the egg to his mother, but now he knew it was futile.
The eggs laid by the few hens he raised were all saved up and exchanged for rice every once in a while.
Only the young man could eat an egg every day.
Mother would not eat it.
The family still followed Huaxia's usual habits.
Every day at the end of the morning, around nine o'clock to eat breakfast.
Then, they had their second meal at around four in the afternoon.
Two meals a day.
Brown rice is relatively coarse and cheaper than polished rice.
Even so, her mother still poured half a bowl of porridge for the boy.
She was actually the main labor force in the family. She took on some manual work, cutting clothes, putting soles, planting vegetables, cleaning the courtyard, feeding the chickens, and cooking.
His mother took care of all the chores at home.
The young man was only responsible for studying. His mother didn't even ask him to wash the dishes.
Her mother was not even forty yet, but there were obvious white hair on her temples. Her face was full of wrinkles, and her hands were covered in calluses.
His waist was also slightly hunched, which was a symptom caused by long-term malnutrition and calcium deficiency.
Even though she was poor, when she saw the young man wolfing down his food, her mother's face was filled with a happy smile.
The young man himself knew how difficult it was to swallow.
His gaze gradually became determined, and some confusion was swept away.
No matter what, he had to change the living conditions of the mother and son as soon as possible!
At this moment.
There was a brisk knock on the door outside the courtyard.
A guest?
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