Wet viviparity

Chapter 2: Flesh Fetus, Xiaoyi Lang
"I am reborn again."

After seeing the unfamiliar beams, Ji Ming said with a tired yet happy heart.

While he was drowsy, someone kept slapping his butt, each slap getting harder and harder, until he burst into tears. Only then did the man smile with relief.

Time passed quickly, and during this infant stage, his consciousness was always in a daze, and in this state, several years passed in the blink of an eye.

For several years, in order not to attract other people's attention, Ji Ming had to pretend to be autistic and taciturn.

If he didn't disguise himself like this, he knew very well that his unintentional movements, accent, and attitude towards things would reveal his difference, thus causing many unpredictable troubles.

Ji Ming has been silently observing the environment he is in in this life and the social background of the current era.

Unlike the grass carp in the previous life, humans... are born not free.

After long observation, he could confirm that he was born into a family in a feudal society.

The country he was from was called [Ba], and it was said that it owned territories of six continents. He was currently in Guhezhou, southwest of the Ba country, in a large village called Shuiniao.

The longer Ji Ming watched and the more he listened, the heavier his heart became.

In feudal society, it was difficult for common people to get ahead.

Since he was born, he has been destined to be like an ox or a horse, and has been troubled by land, miscellaneous taxes, and various types of corvee labor all his life.

During the period when he was taciturn, a rumor about him gradually spread in the water bird village - it was said that when he was born, impure air blocked his heart meridian, which caused mental damage and silence.

This rumor has some truth to it.

After believing the rumors, his parents in this life went to see several doctors, and even a Taoist who was said to be able to communicate with ghosts and gods.

After the treatment failed, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing treatment.

A few years later, when younger brothers and sisters were born, his parents paid less attention to him.

When Ji Ming grew up to be a middle-aged man (seven or eight years old), he had already foreseen the bleak future of being the son of a common people. Fortunately, his precious eye "Wet Egg Transformation" had not disappeared.

Of course, he also realized that this reincarnation was much more difficult than the previous one.

Take consciousness for example. It is far from being as clear as in the previous life.

In the first few years after being born, he was drowsy all day long, neither crying nor making a fuss, and was almost treated as a monster by his parents in this life.

After another year or two, the word "egg" appeared inside the treasure eye, and its color gradually changed from light to dark, which meant that the treasure eye could enable Ji Ming to be reincarnated after his death.

The guarantee of reincarnation made him become bolder in his behavior.

These two extreme styles of behavior were considered to be extremely mysterious in the eyes of the people in the village.

Of course, it can also be explained as being possessed by an evil spirit.

His parents were more surprised than shocked by his change, which meant that there was truly an extra helpful labor force in the family.

A few days later, at dawn, before the roosters crowed, his father took him to the fields and taught him how to tend the crops in the fields.

Looking at the land with interconnected paths and crisscrossing ditches, and the old oxen mooing in the fields, Ji Ming suddenly felt a little scared.

He was not afraid of death, but he was really afraid of the hard work in the fields.

As a child from a poor family, he only had two meals a day, both of which were mainly vegetarian.

The main course is a bowl of corn porridge with light soup. The better ones will add some wild vegetables and a little bit of salt. The side dishes are several kinds of vegetables, and occasionally eggs, steamed fish, etc. for change.

It was a blessing from God that he didn't suffer from malnutrition with this little food. If he had continued to be trapped in the fields, he would never have lived past thirty in this life.

In fact, few people at the bottom of society can live peacefully past the age of 40 or 50.

Although he was complaining in his heart, Ji Ming didn't dare to show it on his face. Without a good plan, there was no need to disobey the head of the family.

Moreover, the current dynasty governs the world with filial piety, and uses the unity of family and country, and loyalty and filial piety to discipline the common people.

At the end of the year, when the clan gathered together, he saw with his own eyes how a person who was accused of "unfilial piety" was executed according to the clan's family rules.

In the fields, his father did not let Ji Ming do any heavy work. He just asked him to help out on the side and get familiar with the land on which he would depend for his livelihood in the future.

After an hour or so, his mother, who had given birth to his younger brother and sister several years ago, came to the field carrying her two children on her back.

After leaving her younger brother and sister to Ji Ming's care, her mother leaned over the small field skillfully.

Seeing this scene, Ji Ming's eyes became sore.

In the days that followed, while Ji Ming was helping in the fields, he was always thinking about how to change the status quo.

This kind of thing must not be done rashly, let alone rushing out of the spotlight. Changes must be achieved quietly and subtly.

Ji Ming knew in his heart that any mistake would bring real disaster to his fragile family.

It was not until he was thirteen or fourteen years old and had thoroughly learned how to farm that he had a feasible and safe plan in his mind and the ability to put it into practice.

"Big brother!"

The younger brother carried a pot of water and walked to the field with difficulty.

In the millet field, a farmer with bare arms and tanned like charcoal straightened his sore back and greeted his younger brother with a smile.

"You guys take a break too."

Ji Ming wiped the sweat off his forehead and shouted to the two fellow villagers who were helping to work in the fields.

"Brother Lu, since we have some free time today, let's go to the teahouse and play together.

I heard that the people from Xijing Village brought a fighting cock known as the Iron Claw General. The three heroes of our Shuiniao Village must have a good look at it."

One person suggested excitedly.

In this life, Ji Ming's surname is Wang and his given name is Lu, and Lu Ge'er is a nickname given to him by people around him.

A handsome young man in the field said slowly, "Zhang Song, Brother Lu has something important going on these days, so you should avoid getting into trouble."

"I"

Zhang Song was about to explain himself when he suddenly thought of something and his expression changed.

"Brother Lu, look at my brain. I almost made a stupid mistake again and ruined your plan."

Ji Ming stood there in silence for a while, until Zhang Song turned pale, then he smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, but my mother has an eye disease, and the doctor said she needs to eat deer milk to treat it."

Seeing Ji Ming's expression eased a little, Zhang Song patted his chest vigorously. "Get the deer milk, Lu Ge'er, just tell him.

In that Hengshan, there was a white-browed tiger with hanging eyes. Our Thirteen Great Villages have been unable to exterminate it for years. Why would you take the risk?"

"Cough cough."

Another of Tanaka's companions suddenly coughed and interrupted Zhang Song's words.

"Lu Ge'er is a well-known filial and righteous man in our village. How can we let others do such a thing as feeding our mother?"

Seeing him like this, Zhang Song was furious and cursed: "Wang Bao, what do you mean by that? You always humiliate me. If you can't tell me the reason, I will beat you up today."

"Zhong'er, you go back first."

Ji Ming let his younger brother go home first, and then he pulled the two men apart, one in each hand.

In addition to farming skills, he also learned some martial arts. The reputation of this filial and righteous man is not just boasted.

Zhang Song and Wang Bao were both his neighbors in the village, and they were also his childhood friends whom he carefully selected and deliberately made friends with.

Zhang Song is the youngest son of a foreign hunter. He is chivalrous, lacks decision-making, is very brave, and is always followed.

Wang Baoze was a relative of the clan, within the five generations of mourning. He lost his father at a young age and his family had a small fortune.

He is a filial son who always serves his widowed mother. He has loved reading poetry and books since he was young. He has an elegant and simple temperament and can often get to the root of the problem.

After making friends with Wang Bao, Ji Ming gained some reputation for filial piety through a series of bundled marketing. In addition, with his martial arts skills in the village, he managed to earn the reputation of a filial and righteous man.

Zhang and Wang are both indispensable parts of the plan.

"Brother Lu, is it because you two are from the same clan that you always side with Wang Bao?"

Zhang Song shook off Ji Ming's hand and said indignantly.

"Shut up!"

Ji Ming put on a serious look and said, "The three heroes in our village have always been united and respected by others.

Especially you, Zhang Song, you are a leader among the three of us, with outstanding martial arts and a sense of righteousness. How can you say something that would alienate us brothers?"

"Yeah?!"

Zhang Song's face lit up and his eyes sparkled. He subconsciously said, "Why haven't I heard these words before?"

Ji Ming asked, "What have you heard?"

Zhang Song looked embarrassed and reluctantly said, "I heard that we are called the three ghosts in the village. We fight cocks and chase dogs. People hate us and ghosts hate us."

"Look!"

Ji Ming said bitterly, "They must be jealous of our great reputation and want to use such rumors to slander us.

If we fight among ourselves, wouldn't that be a big joke to those people? "

After hearing this, Zhang Song came to his senses and immediately apologized to Wang Bao.

The contradictions of this young man are like sand in the wind, which will be gone in the blink of an eye.

A few days later, Zhang Song secretly delivered a complete deerskin with horns as agreed.

One day, when the hunters in the village went into the mountains, Ji Ming followed them with the deerskin.

What he had to do was simple: follow the trend of the times and imitate the story of "Feeding Parents with Deer Milk" in the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars to gain some fame so that he could enjoy the hidden benefits of society.

Ji Ming believed that as long as he could obtain such a great reputation for filial piety, his own status would be greatly improved.

By then, when the county selects officials for appointment, he may be recommended to this place with the help of his clan members in the village. Even if not, it should not be difficult for him to become a minor local official. This is the most appropriate plan in his mind.

In the mountains, Ji Ming didn't even need to look for the doe. He went straight to the place where hunters had to pass and put the deerskin on himself.

"come yet?"

Ji Ming knelt on all fours and waited for an hour or so, looking up again and again.

If the hunters did not arrive during the Shen time (15:17-:), he would have to turn back before the sun set, and he did not dare to spend the night in the mountains.

"coming."

When Ji Ming heard the noise, he immediately stuck his butt out and pretended to be a deer.

In his mind, he was already thinking about how to promote himself afterwards, so he had to write an article first to spread the word among the villages.

"Wang Lu is a very filial person.

My mother is old and her eyes are diseased, so she wants to eat deer milk.

Wang Lunai wore deerskin and went deep into the mountains, where he encountered jackals and tigers. Fortunately, he found himself among a herd of deer and took deer milk to feed his loved ones.

Hunters in the village saw him and tried to shoot him, but his filial piety moved heaven, so their arrows missed his target.

Later, Wang Lu reported the situation in detail and was spared.”

A series of footsteps approached, and Ji Ming quietly pulled the deerskin on his body to reveal some flaws, so as to avoid being shot as prey.

"Squeak~"

There was a sound of a bowstring being pulled.

Ji Ming was startled and stood up immediately, facing the man who drew the bow and arrow.

"Uncle Zhang!"

The man who drew the bow was Zhang Song's father, Zhang Liehu.

The conversation he expected did not happen, and Zhang the Hunter's expression was terribly serious.

"Don't blame Uncle Zhang."

Hunter Zhang aimed his arrow steadily at Ji Ming.

"You have a great story. How about giving it to your brother Zhang Song?"

(End of this chapter)