Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 1 Farm Boy
"In the ninth year of Yuanxi, there was a severe drought in Yingzhou, and the autumn harvest was only [-]-[-]%. The winter was extremely cold, and many people and animals froze to death." - "Qinghe County Chronicle".

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In the woods on the southern slope of Baitou Mountain, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy in a worn-out padded jacket was swinging a hoe and shoveling hard to the ground.

It was freezing cold and the soil was as hard as a rock. It took him a long time to dig out a small hole less than half a meter deep.

A few pine cones were scattered in the pit.

"found it!"

The boy bent down to pick up the pine cone, wiped off the floating dirt on it, and put it into his bosom with preciousness.

When he raised the hoe again, he suddenly felt dizzy.

He quickly supported his body with the hoe, resting his chin on the handle of the hoe, and slowed down for a while.

"Add up all the suffering in the previous life, and I will finish it in one month in this life!"

Zhao Lin sighed, and the hot air he exhaled turned into a cloud of white mist, blurring everything in front of him.

He actually came from another world.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary office worker. He lived an ordinary and simple life. He didn't like sports or play games. His only hobby was reading novels.

I didn't expect that when I thought about it, I would travel to this world inexplicably.

The original owner of this body was Zhao Lin, an ordinary farmer in Sanjia Village, Baitou Mountain, who died of a cold a few months ago.

Unlike many time-traveling predecessors, Zhao Lin is not an orphan. He has both parents and an older brother.

It's just that the family is poor, and the old lady is blind. Last year, my father went to the mountains to collect medicine and was topped by a wild boar, and his chest and lungs were punctured.

The older brother, Zhao Shanda, is ten years old and is the pillar of the family. Because of the poor harvest this year, he could not pay the autumn grain. He was arrested by the government three days ago to do hard labor to pay taxes.

In this way, the whole burden of the family falls on him.

Zhao Lin had just recovered from a serious illness. Seeing that his family was running out of food, he picked up a hoe and went into the mountains to look for food.

"It is said that Yingzhou does not belong to northern Xinjiang, so why is it so cold in winter?"

Zhao Lin thought as he rubbed his hands that were red with cold.

At the beginning of the journey, he once thought that he had come to the end of the Ming Dynasty, catching up with the Little Ice Age.

But the name of the country and the name of the year did not match. The current dynasty was called Dayue, a dynasty he had never heard of, and the customs and customs were quite different.

Although it was not the end of the Ming Dynasty, the situation was not much better.

Lack of food and a bare house are the true portrayal of his life now.

"Let's live first and then talk about it!"

Zhao Lin cut off his thoughts and continued to dig the ground with the hoe.

When he entered the mountain, he saw a squirrel in the snow. After chasing it for a few steps, the squirrel disappeared, but he found a cave by accident.

Zhao Lin guessed that this place should be the place where the squirrels hid food for the winter, so he decided to dig it out, and it turned out as he expected.

After digging for more than an hour, a small pile of pine cones, hundreds of grains, beans, and a few undecomposed wild fruits finally appeared at the bottom of the cave.

"This guy can really handle things!"

Zhao Lin was very relieved that the food was enough for the whole family to eat for two days.

Seeing that there was no one around, he took out his cloth bag and put his things in it.

After turning the soil a few times to make sure that not a grain of grain was missing, he tied the cloth bag around his waist and covered it with the old cotton jacket outside.

Looking up at the sky, he carefully walked back along the way he came.

At this time, the heavy snow covered the original deep ravine and filled it up. It was impossible to see from the outside. If one accidentally fell into it, he would either fall to his death or freeze to death.

I heard that Zhang Niuer from the neighboring village fell into Xuewozi and died.

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Sanjia Village is located at the southern foot of Mount Baitou, and there are a hundred or so families scattered here and there.

When Zhao Lin returned to the village, he saw more than a dozen men, women and children standing at the head of the village, chatting together.

"Brother Zhao, have you heard about the Hu family?"

Passing through the crowd, Liu Dazhu next door called Zhao Lin to stop.

"What happened to Hu Lao Wu?"

Zhao Lin glanced towards the east of the village, and heard a faint cry.

Hu Laowu is a hunter in the village. He married a widow in the East Village last year and gave birth to a pair of fat boys for him two months ago.

Twins are rare in this day and age, and the predecessor went to see it with his father.

Liu Dazhu lowered his voice and said, "His parents have drilled into a mountain kiln."

Zhao Lin was taken aback, thinking he heard it wrong, "What did you say?"

"Hu Laowu's father and mother drilled the mountain kiln yesterday. When they found each other this morning, the old couple hugged each other and froze to death."

Liu Dazhu said with red eye circles.

Zhao Lin was stunned for a long time, unable to say a word.

There are more than a dozen cave dwellings under a cliff in the outer ridge of Baitou Mountain.

I heard people say that in times of war and famine, life is difficult, and the elderly who have lost their labor force will live in it by themselves in order to reduce the burden on their families.

From then on, the family delivered a meal every day, and brought a few bricks when delivering the meal. After ten days and half a month, the entrance of the cave was sealed...

Zhao Lin always thought that Jisi Kiln was just a legend, but he didn't expect it to happen before his eyes.

He felt something choked in his throat, and there were two elderly people hugging their grandson, smiling from ear to ear.

"Why, didn't you just hug your grandson?"

Liu Dazhu shook his head, "Mrs. Hu's fifth wife has bad legs and feet, so she can't do heavy work. There are two more boys in the family. Can he support six people by himself?"

Zhao Lin still couldn't believe it, "No matter how difficult it is, you can survive the winter by eating grass roots and bark. Why do you want to die?"

"The head tax will be collected in the spring of next year, and his parents will count as two heads. Could it be possible that Hu Lao Wu will also be dragged into hard labor?"

Liu Dazhu lowered his eyes and refused to look at him, "Besides... his parents are almost sixty."

Zhao Lin clenched the hoe tightly, his fingers turned white, "Sixty is enough to die?"

Liu Dazhu sighed: "If they don't die, the child will die!"

Zhao Lin was silent for a while, then glanced in his direction, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and finally cursed: "This is the way of the world!"

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"Is it Lin'er?"

When Zhao Lin returned home, an old woman in her [-]s walked out of the kitchen, holding on to the door frame, and looked over with vacant eyes.

The old woman is Zhao Lin's mother in this life. Her eyes were originally good. When she was young, she did sewing work for others. To save lamp oil, she often worked in the dark. Over time, her eyes were worn out.

"Mother, it's me." Zhao Lin responded, and walked over to grab his mother's hand.

"I went up the mountain and saw a squirrel's nest, which hid a lot of food for the winter."

As he spoke, he handed the cloth bag to his mother.

"Lin'er is really capable!"

The wrinkles on Zhao's mother's face unfolded, and she stroked Zhao Lin's forehead lightly, "You're just fine, aren't you tired?"

Zhao Lin smiled and said, "I'm not tired, I'm just hungry."

"Come and eat." Father Zhao came out from the back room, hunched slightly while walking.

The three of them sat around the table, each with a bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles in the middle, and a few pieces of steamed buns. Zhao Lin had an extra black-faced steamed bun.

Zhao Lin picked up the steamed buns and broke them open, "Father and mother, you can eat too."

Father Zhao waved his hand and said, "My mother and I have eaten at noon, just have some porridge."

Zhao's mother also said: "Lin'er don't give up, we are not moving at home, we are not hungry."

Zhao Lin sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't be persuaded, so he started to eat sullenly.

During the dinner, the two elders were in a low mood and didn't say much. Zhao Lin guessed that they must have heard about the Hu Laowu's family, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"They don't have any idea."

When he first transmigrated, he didn't have much affection for his family in this life.

But during the more than half a month when he was bedridden, his family took turns to take care of him. His elder brother went out to do part-time work to support the family, his mother took care of him by the bedside, and his father was busy...

Family love is everywhere, and his mentality has gradually changed, and now he really regards himself as a member of the family.

Reborn in such a poor family, Zhao Lin carefully considered how to use his advanced knowledge to change the family's financial situation.

However, according to the information learned, things will not be easy.

First of all, there is no way of writing.

There were no imperial examinations in the Dai Viet Dynasty, and the talent selection system was similar to the recommendation system of the Han and Jin dynasties. Aristocratic families recommended people with virtue and reputation to be officials.

To put it bluntly, it means looking at one's background, and this road is hopeless.

The same is true of doing business.

Without the support of the government, aristocratic families or gangs, it is impossible to do it.

Besides, he has no capital.

As for inventing soap and white sugar, that's not something that ordinary people like me can touch.

"You think Zhou Laowang is in a daze, right? A good farm ox is about to be killed."

"It's not just for the gift money..."

Hearing what his parents were talking about, Zhao Lin raised his head and asked, "Killing farm cattle? The government doesn't allow it?"

"The farm cattle of Zhou Laowang's family are old and still have many problems, so the government agreed."

Zhao's father explained, maybe because of his own situation, his expression was a little sad.

"Kill the cow..."

As Zhao Lin was muttering, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind.

(End of this chapter)