After exhausting myself to death

Shen Minghuan opened his eyes and saw the "dilapidated" roof.

Yellow mud and thatch were mixed together and laid flatly on the roof beams. Although it could block the sun and rain, it was a bit too simple in the eyes of Shen Minghuan, who was used to seeing splendor and wealth.

He sat up and found that he was lying on the "bed".

——If the creaking block of wood beneath him could be called a "bed."

The house is small and messy at first glance. The khaki walls are bumpy and have a few pieces of paper pasted in some places in an attempt to make it look more beautiful.

Books are scattered all over the floor and piled up crookedly. If it were a little neater, it could be called a "secret house of books".

It's just that although there are many books here, they are obviously not well taken care of.

Shen Minghuan had seen poor families in the previous world. There were many similarities with this one, but there were also many strange and different things. At least he had never seen these strange books before.

Shen Minghuan closed his eyes slightly and flipped through the plot sent to him by the system.

This world also has countries of various sizes. The country where the original owner is located is called the country of China, and this is an even poorer and more backward small mountain village in the poor and backward country of China.

The original owner is a college student, and his teacher Jiang Li is the country's leading scientist and a national treasure.

Every college student of this era is a treasure of the country. While the country has high hopes for them, it also gives them very special treatment.

Logically speaking, the original owner should not be here. He should be studying in a spacious and bright campus, or serving the motherland in a laboratory with bright and clean windows.

A year ago, the country called on intellectuals to go to the mountains and rural areas to build schools in those places and provide basic education for the children there.

People in this country have extraordinary trust in the country. As soon as the country called for help, a large number of high school students and junior high school students went away, even though they knew that the living conditions in remote mountain villages were not good.

College students didn’t go, and even if they wanted to go, they would be persuaded to go by those around them.

It’s not that there is no spirit of sacrifice, it’s because everyone, including themselves, knows that what they can do for the country is far more than that.

The original owner's parents were both soldiers, and both died in battle when he was admitted to college.

Jiang Li has been friends with them for many years and has watched the original owner grow up. Even though "Shen Minghuan" has grown up by this time, he is still worried about this child who suddenly lost his parents.

In order to better protect and train the original owner, Jiang Li accepted him as his student.

The original owner can only be regarded as an ordinary genius, a little smarter than the average person, otherwise he would not be able to stand out from the thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge and enter the university.

But compared with the proud men of the same sect, his stupidity is a bit outstanding.

In this environment, it is difficult for the original owner not to feel inferior. He is eager to produce some results to prove himself. However, for scientific researchers, impatience is a taboo. They must be able to endure loneliness, endure countless failures, and find hope from hopelessness.

Jiang Li discovered that the original owner's mentality was wrong. He tried to solve the original owner's problem many times, but obviously the effect was not great.

Jiang Li was a good teacher. He wanted to temper the original owner, so he persuaded him to go to the countryside to work as a teacher for one year.

The original owner was also a good student and respected his teacher very much. Jiang Li persuaded him and he went.

——Even if he regards this as a kind of giving up.

Shen Minghuan felt a little headache looking at it.

[No, host, you really have a headache. ] System explanation: [This is how you wake up from a hangover. Host, you can drink some... hangover soup...]

The sound of the system became smaller and smaller, and it felt extremely guilty. It scanned the surroundings, not to mention sobering up soup, and couldn't even find a pot of drinkable water.

Shen Minghuan could indeed smell the pungent smell mixed in the door of the room. He frowned and said in shock: "Can this also be called wine?" "Shen Minghuan" What's going on? Do you like drinking this? ]

His face was full of disgust, "It's really embarrassing for the name Shen Minghuan."

He got off the bed and struggled to find a place to stay among a pile of books. When he turned around and saw the black and yellow "quilt" on the bed, he immediately felt even more disgusted.

Shen Minghuan first opened all the curtains in the door of the room, opened the doors and windows, and thousands of strands of light rushed to fill the door of the room.

Then he took the "quilt" and threw it at the door, intending to dispose of it later along with the sundries he packed up.

Yes, he is going to do a big cleaning at home.

The system watched its host neatly arrange the books, find a piece of cloth from somewhere, and wipe all the places that could be wiped up and down. It felt that the program was chaotic one after another, [Su, host, you How could you do such a thing? ]

As long as you think about this person's previous status, this picture seems extremely inconsistent. Its host used to have beautiful women who wanted to feed him personally when he was eating, and even the water for washing hands was controlled at a comfortable temperature.

Whatever he wants, he only needs to move his mouth, and someone will hold it in his hands and hand it to him.

Shen Minghuan said dissatisfiedly: "Xiaojiu, don't doubt my ability. You can know how to do these things at a glance." ]

[But...] Being able to do it, wanting to do it, and having to do it are all different concepts.

The system felt a little uncomfortable for no reason. It thought about the last world, because it was worried that after Shen Minghuan's death, there would be no one to take care of Shen An, who was willing to be buried. If he saw this scene now, wouldn't he cry himself to death again?

The system vowed to him: [Host, I will choose a good identity for you in the future! ]

Shen Minghuan brushed it off with a "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh" response, then suddenly stopped and felt it carefully, "Xiaojiu, was the wine the original owner drank poisonous?" Why do I feel a little stomachache? ]

[ah? poison! ] The system was startled and quickly reacted: [Host, maybe he is hungry. ]

[Hungry? ]

One person and one system looked at each other in the door of consciousness space.

The good news is that "Shen Minghuan" is rich. His parents left him a fortune that is enough for him to eat and drink for the rest of his life. Therefore, in this era of lack of food and clothing, "Shen Minghuan" still has a bag of rice at home.

The bad news is that there is only one bag of rice at home, and neither he nor the original owner knows how to cook.

Perhaps because they were used every day, the pots and pans at home were relatively clean. Shen Minghuan washed out the rice according to the memory of the original owner, poured it directly into the pot, poured a ladle of water, and started a fire...

After some fussing, Shen Minghuan looked at the bowl of raw porridge in front of him and fell into deep thought.

[Host, how about we try again? Will you cook it longer this time? ] The system gave him ideas.

Shen Minghuan shook his head and finished the bowl of porridge.

God knows why cooking is more difficult than swordsmanship!

He never expected that his first problem when he came here was to survive.

Shen Minghuan recalled that the porridge cooked by the original owner in the past was either half-cooked or mushy, and nodded in confirmation. There must be something wrong with the original owner's cooking method, and it couldn't be his problem.

He, Shen Minghuan, is omnipotent!

Feeling that the cramp in his stomach was better, Shen Minghuan sat on the only chair, holding his chin and thinking.

"Mathematics, physics, chemistry..." Shen Minghuan muttered to himself.

The system quickly expressed its stance: [Don't worry, host, I know this is difficult, but our mission this time...]

Shen Minghuan said excitedly: "It's so interesting!"

"Xiaojiu, if you had said you could see this knowledge, I would have followed you a long time ago. Is this the charm of technology? Once you feel it, it is indeed irresistible."

The system swallowed the words "no need to learn", struggled for a moment, and said happily: [As long as the host likes it. ]

It carefully wrote down "If the host does not cooperate with the task, you can use mathematics to seduce him" in the notebook, and planned to post it to their internal forum next time it went back to provide guidance for the new system that was just starting out and had no experience.

It is such a good senior!

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"Shen Minghuan" has been in this village for a month. He thought that he could not help his country more in science and technology, so he paid special attention to these students.

This was the busy farming season, and the students were half of the family's workforce, so "Shen Minghuan" gave them a holiday. It was precisely because he knew everything would be fine for a while that he was so relieved to get drunk.

As the sun set, Song Dazhi dragged his tired footsteps back home from the fields.

The harvest in the fields this year is not good. I am afraid that I will have to tighten my belt next year. I hope God will reward me next year and I can have a prosperous year...

The old man who knows the weather in the village said that there may be heavy rain in a few days, and the wheat in the field must be harvested before then. Alas, this food is much more expensive than human essence, so it cannot be soaked in water...

Song Dazhi was thinking about things here and there. From the corner of his eye, he saw a lot of sundries piled up in front of the house of Teacher Shen from the city, including quilts, enamel cups, wine bottles, clothes...

They are all good things. Song Dazhi was suddenly startled when he thought of this. He raised his head and looked carefully, and sure enough he saw the door open.

Song Dazhi's fatigue was swept away. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward menacingly.

Where did this little thief come from! How dare you sneak into their village. And it’s not even dark yet, it’s so blatant and so deceiving!

Of course, with Song Youzhi's cultural level, he would not have thought of the above four-character idioms. He angrily jumped over the fence in front of "Shen Minghuan's" house, and rushed to the door with a fierce posture: "Little thief, you...Shen Minghuan" teacher?"

Shen Minghuan was surrounded by books stacked high. Shen Minghuan sat sideways in the middle, with only half of his body exposed.

He was wearing a very common style of clothing nowadays. It was stained with gray due to the labor just now. The gray and black marks were scattered on the clothes, which had a unique sense of beauty.

It's like someone took an ink pen and swayed it casually, and the ink dots smudged the white paper, forming a unique ink painting.

Song Dazhi stared blankly, feeling that no one could dress such ordinary clothes so beautifully. And when Shen Minghuan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, turning the pages of the book slowly and slowly with his fingers, there was an air of fairyland that could only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

"Fairy..." Song Dazhi couldn't help but murmured. He couldn't even write his own name, and he couldn't find the words to describe the scene in front of him. However, human beings' pursuit of beauty is an instinct engraved in the bone marrow.

There is no threshold required to understand beauty itself.

Shen Minghuan turned his head slightly and looked at Song Dazhi. His expression was calm, and his eyes still had a hint of joy. This joy added a touch of human fireworks to his coldness and aloofness. He looked extremely gentle: "What's the matter?"

"Ah, ah... oh oh oh." Song Dazhi came back to his senses and found that he was staring at a man, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He rubbed his hands: "Teacher Shen, don't you want those things outside?"