In a city in the 21st century, several policemen surrounded a house, and a young man passed away like this. The cause of death: because he won the 30 million lottery, he was overly excited and laughed to death...

"The tragic death..."

"Death is tragic..."

"Sigh..."

In 1478 AD, a child was watching a group of ants move. This is Tang Bohu, who is eleven years old this year.

"Bohu, why are you so interested in ants?" Tang Bohu's good friend Zhu Zhishan also squatted on the ground and watched the ants move with Tang Bohu.

"Don't you think ants are a very magical animal?" Tang Bohu said as he fiddled with several ants and said again: "Every ant nest has an ant queen, commanding the thousands of troops of the ant clan."

Wen Zhengming rubbed his hands and was eager to try, "Let's catch the queen and see if the queen's butt is big."

"How big can an ant's butt be like Widow Li in Yangtou Village?" Zhu Zhishan had already started to dig out the ant hole.

"Stop!" Tang Bohu shouted Zhu Zhishan's movements, stood up and said, "We are scholars, so of course we have to use scholars' methods."

"What method?" Zhu Zhishan and Wen Zhengming looked up at Tang Bohu together, and saw each other unbuttoning their belts, and as they trembled all over, urine gushed out.

"Brother Tang's move is indeed elegant." The three children unbuttoned their belts together and successfully flooded the ant's nest.

In this era when transportation is basically based on walking and yelling, there are so few entertainment activities that are so boring that Tang Bohu needs to watch ants move to pass the time.

The spring breeze blew the clothes of the three teenagers. Tang Bohu looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him and sighed. Before that, he was just a small employee, and he didn't know what fortune he had won a lottery prize of tens of millions. The so-called blessings are the basis of misfortunes, and he traveled through time when he was happy!

Tang Bohu? What should Tang Bohu, the four talented men in Jiangnan, look like? Is it the kind of boating that you don’t need to paddle, it all depends on waves!

"Recently, my old father asked me to study with a master. I wonder if Brother Tang, Brother Zhu is interested in going with me?" Wen Zhengming, the most honest man, spoke.

"Reading?!" Tang Bohu turned his head and said, "Don't go!"

I have been reading books for more than ten years in my previous life, but haven’t read enough? Besides, is the ancient master reliable? What if I get taught to be a nerd?

"Since Bohu doesn't go, I won't go either." Zhu Zhishan said, shaking the paper fan hard. The three of them walked all the way home across the bluestone steps. There was such a tavern in Suzhou and Hangzhou! There was not many guests, but it was also lively.

"Boy! I haven't gone to read a book yet!" Tang Bohu's father Tang Guangde was busy taking care of the tavern. When he saw him coming back, Tang Bohu shouted loudly.

Tang Bohu, who had not yet come back to his senses, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ears, "It hurts... Mom! The child's ears are about to fall off!"

With his mother holding his ears, Tang Bohu sat back on the desk as if he was appointed.

"You only hope that you can get a good fortune at home! Do you want to stay in this broken tavern like your father for the rest of your life?" Tang Bohu's mother said.

When his eight-year-old sister saw Tang Bohu who was being scolded by her mother, she couldn't help laughing.

The ancient imperial examination was the best choice for grassroots to turn over and reach the peak of life, and to glorify the ancestors. It was also an ideal springboard for leaving the poor class and integrating into the upper class. During this period, many touching and painful stories were left, such as hanging the head of the beam, and piercing the thighs...

My mother closed the door of the study and left Tang Bohu alone in front of the pen and mo. Her parents worked hard to support her in studying, just to get a fame in the imperial examination. However, Tang Bohu knew that the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty was not easy to get involved, and even if she passed the fame and fortune, she would not be so easy to gain a foothold in the court.

Seeing his eight-year-old sister washing dishes in the backyard of the tavern, Tang Bohu picked up his pen and wrote a poem:

The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun, and the whip is whip and fingers are all the ends of the world.

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

I don’t know why, but maybe I felt something from my heart. Tang Bohu thought of this poem. This is a miscellaneous poem written by Long Zizhen in the Qing Dynasty. After traveling through time, I have been in this state of confusion for several years. It was not until now that Tang Bohu realized one of the most incredible things in the world and traveled through time!

I have parents who have worked hard to support myself in school and sensible sisters. I run a tavern together.

After writing the poem, Tang Bohu put down his brush and took out chocolate from his schoolbag. This big schoolbag was brought with his soul during time travel. There were some daily necessities and books in it. His family knew that this schoolbag existed, but Tang Bohu did not explain how to use the things in the schoolbag. He walked out of the study and came all the way to the backyard of his own pub.

"Sister!" Walking to her young sister, Tang Bohu gave her the chocolate, then took the bowl in her hand and said, "I'll wash it, you can rest for a while."

"No! My brother is a person who wants to take the exam for fame and should study hard." The young Tang Yue put the chocolate in her arms and snatched the bowl from her brother's hand and said stubbornly.

Although I have come from generation to generation, my soul comes from hundreds of years later. The superiority of men and women in this era is so deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the focus of the family is on Tang Bohu.

"It's up to you, brother, I have time to study." Tang Bohu was still helping his sister wash dishes.

Tang's mother walked into Tang Bohu's room with a bowl of snacks. She saw that her son was not in the study and was wondering where to go. She looked up and saw that her son was helping her daughter wash dishes.

She put the snacks on the table and saw a poem written on the rice paper on the table

He unconsciously recited: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

After reading it, I looked excited and turned into spring mud to protect the flowers! I thought that this child could have such a state of mind at such a young age.

The anger that wanted to go out to teach his son a lesson was washed away. Seeing his son talking and laughing with his daughter, Tang's mother picked up the poem written by her son and walked towards the kitchen, "The child's father, Bo Hu can write poetry."

"Poetry?" Tang Guangde looked at the things written by his son and his brows jumped! "It turns into spring mud to protect flowers, good sentences, this... is this my seed?"

"Bastard!" Tang's mother kicked her husband in the ass, "Of course it's your kind."

"Bohu is a child who is precocious, but he is also naughty! However, this poem should allow him to find a good teacher and lead the way for our children, so that he can get a good fortune in the future." Tang Guangde expressed his thoughts.

At the dinner table in the evening, Tang Bohu put the meat on his sister and looked at his parents in surprise, "Go to school? Parents, don't make trouble, it's good for the child to study at home."

The new book has finally been released. I have been busy for a long time. Well, no matter what I say, I still wrote it out!

In fact, Tang Yin in "Traveling through the Ming Dynasty: Tang Bohu Marries Qiuxiang" is quite serious (hahahaha! This author's face is not red!)
Chapter completed!