After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

Ye Xunqing asked Ye Xunbai and Xie Zhiyan to go home and get an old jacket for Lu Cao to wear. Before that, Lu Cao had been wearing his jacket.

After Lu Cao entered the room, he returned the coat to Ye Xunqing and said, "Sir, wear it. I'm not cold."

Ye Xunqing felt that the child was very sensible. He knew that studying cost money, and he also knew that the coat belonged to his teacher, so he couldn't take other people's things for free.

"Your name is Lu Cao?" Ye Xunqing put the jacket back on him. "Is that your real name?"

A quick-talking child said, "Sir, his name is Reed. His father gave birth to him in a reed field."

"Then your father is very powerful." Ye Xunqing covered his hand, "Your hands are full of chilblains, does it hurt?"

Reed shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

"Where are your family?" Ye Xunqing asked again.

The quick-talking child said, "His father froze to death when he was born, but he was lucky enough to survive. His father has been away for many years and has never come back. He has always lived with his lame grandmother. My mother said he is unlucky for his family."

Ye Xunqing was speechless. No wonder Feng Jingheng didn't like to deal with these kids. He was very quick-witted but had no brains at all.

"Go, go, go." Ye Xunqing pushed him aside. "Remember the words you learned yesterday. I have a dictation session later."

The chirping sparrows became quiet. Reporting in dictation means getting a reward, and everyone wants to be in the top three.

Ye Xunqing asked Lu Cao again: "Can I give you a new name? You can use this name when you go to school from now on."

In ancient times, people gave names to animals based on their parents, elders, or teachers. Ye Xunqing could have given Lu Cao a new name.

"Thank you, sir." Lu Cao's face was red, obviously she was so happy.

"Reeds, reeds, are strong and unyielding. Soft reed flowers fly high into the sky." Ye Xunqing smiled and said, "From now on, your name will be Fei Ren. May you be like reeds, swaying in the wind, and like reed flowers in autumn and winter, flying high into the sky."

Lu Cao's surname was Ye, so from then on he was called Ye Feiren.

When Feng Jingheng heard that Ye Xunqing had accepted the little boy from the lame Grandma Sun's family in the village into the school, he knew that there would be one more person to eat at lunch.

Sure enough, Ye Xunqing brought the reeds back at noon and said to Feng Jingheng with a smile, "Ah Heng, I brought you a younger brother."

Feng Jingheng said expressionlessly, "Ah Qing, we have enough children."

Ye Xunqing said, "What does that matter? It's not like we can't afford it. Besides, he's amazing. After just a few lessons, he can already do addition and subtraction. He can remember the words I teach him once after just one look."

Lu Cao stood awkwardly in front of Feng Jingheng, then lowered his head and said, "Hello, uncle."

Feng Jingheng's mouth twitched, "You and Ah Qing are of the same generation, and you call me uncle?"

Lu Cao immediately changed his tone: "Hello, brother."

Ye Xunqing was very satisfied, "This child is very polite and capable."

Lucao is a very sensible child. He knows his family situation, so he never causes trouble to his grandmother. He started working when he was very young.

In spring, I help my neighbors collect grass for pigs; in summer, I help the villagers release ducks; in autumn, I help people rub corn; in winter, I flatten bamboo baskets with my grandmother.

Children from poor families have to grow up early, and that's what happened to Reed.

After dinner, Lu Cao cleaned up the dishes on the table silently without being told by the adults, and wanted to wash them all.

Feng Jingheng watched him from the side, and he felt that this kid was here to steal his life.

Lu Cao was afraid that if he took too many bowls, they would fall, so he took several at a time. It took him several tries to get all the bowls into the pot.

He couldn't reach the pot, so he stood on a stool to wash the dishes.

Feng Jingheng kept watching him from the side and didn't offer to help him wash the dishes.

The first time I washed the dishes, the water was hot because the bottom of the cooking pot was still hot. The second time I washed the dishes, the water was cold, but the reeds seemed to be insensitive.

"Wash your hands, the gentleman has something to say to you." Feng Jingheng lifted him off the bench.

Lu Cao did not resist and trotted towards Ye Xunqing.

Ye Xunqing brought out a bottle of ointment, which contained hand cream. He asked Mo Yuyan to make it.

"Come here and apply hand cream." Ye Xunqing held the reed in his arms.

Lu Cao was still not used to it, and the tips of his ears were red. "I... I can do it myself..."

Ye Xunqing wouldn't let him do it himself, "I'll wipe it for you, but you can't do it well."

It's not freezing yet, but Lu Cao's hands already have frostbite. It must be from previous years, and it didn't heal properly, so it broke out prematurely when the weather got cold.

After wiping his hands, Ye Xunqing asked him to soak his feet. The child was very well-behaved and sat there motionless.

After soaking him in the warm water, Ye Xunqing stuffed him into Xiaobai's bed and let the three little brothers take a nap together.

Mo Yuyan said with resentment on his face: "Brother, aren't grown-up children human beings? Why don't you apply ointment to me?"

Ye Xunqing asked: "You are still a baby, right?"

Mo Yuyan said: "Yes, I am still a baby."

Ye Xunqing didn't want to talk to him about this. "Xiao Yan baby, please approve these words. I need them this afternoon."

"Okay, sir." Mo Yuyan was no longer sleepy or making a fuss, and concentrated on correcting the children's dictation work in the morning.

"Ye Feiren?" Mo Yuyan looked at the new name. "The handwriting is pretty ugly, but it's the first one besides Xiaobai to get all the answers correct."

Ye Xunqing came over to take a look. "It's the reed. We just finished learning this poem this morning, and he just came to class today."

Mo Yuyan stood up suddenly. "A genius, a genius with a photographic memory! No, is this really his first day at school?"

Ye Xunqing nodded, "Yes. Keep your voice down, they are still sleeping next to you."

Mo Yuyan lowered his voice, "Very impressive. But it's a pity that he's just a little boy..."

"What's wrong with brother?" Ye Xunqing asked with a smile: "Aren't you and I both brothers? And Xie Zhiyan, isn't he also a little brother?"

Mo Yuyan understood what he meant, "I am too narrow-minded."

Lu Cao is a genius. It has nothing to do with whether he is a boy or not. He is a genius and it will not change because he is a boy.

In time, this young man will surely make waves, provided he has a mentor.

Ye Xunqing didn't consider himself a good horse breeder. He just wanted to give this poor child some warmth. Whether he could become a good horse in the future depended on himself.

The weather was getting a little colder, and the twelfth lunar month was approaching. When the school was fully back on track, Xie Zhiyan was about to leave.

Xie Zhiyan had spent quite a long time in Yejia Village and had learned quite a few characters. He had already learned most of the book that Guard Li had given to Ye Xunqing, and could write most of the characters in the book.

Studying alone is not as joyful as studying with a group of people. Even if Xie Zhiyan doesn't like studying, he will be infected when he meets a child who loves studying.

After school at noon that day, Xie Zhiyan took Ye Xunbai's hand and prepared to go home for dinner. Suddenly, he saw a man in white standing outside the yard. It was Zhao Huaixin who came to pick him up.