Traveling through the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, a story of survival in troubled tim

The further you go in, the flatter the ground becomes, and you don’t feel like you are in the mountains at all.

Wenshu looked at the endless rice fields, and above them were the neatly cultivated dry lands.

"Brother, there are paddy fields here, and there are dry lands around. The terrain is so strange..."

Wenshu had only heard of the Land of Abundance before, and this was because of Sichuan's special terrain, with high areas on all sides and a low area in the middle.

The natural geographical advantage makes the flat mountains in the middle suitable for crop growth, earning it the reputation of the Land of Abundance.

"Although it's not easy for us to climb the mountain, the scenery here is completely different. It's easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if people live here in isolation from the outside world, they can still be completely self-sufficient."

Wen Yao rode on his horse and looked at the rice fields around him. He had seen many along the way, but this special terrain was unique among them.

"A thousand miles of fertile land, with the abundance of Bashu in the south..., it is the land of abundance"

Wenshu thought of the description of Bashu by Sima Qian, a great historian of the Western Han Dynasty.

"Fifth sister, I recently read Sima Qian's "The Biography of Liu Hou"

He didn't expect that his girl would actually get into the book. At first, he thought she was just reading a few books to kill time during the boring days on the road.

"I've read all the books that my elder brother lent me. I wrote down what I found interesting."

"If you like, there are plenty of books in the clan. You can read as many as you want. I guarantee you'll get what you want."

Wen Yao was not exaggerating when he said this. He was sent back to his clan to be educated when he was a child, and he was a frequent visitor to the study at home.

Although he could not understand at that time and could only recognize words, he remembered a lot of words with his good memory. As he grew older and experienced more things, his experience increased. He copied the old books and had a new understanding when reading them again.

What's more, the Wen family never restricted men and women in terms of studying. In the general environment of Luoyang, there was not much tolerance towards women. Not to mention going to school, even the family did not pay much attention to educating their daughters in reading and writing.

In the general environment of Luoyang, cultural education is not limited to children's reading and literacy at home. There are no restrictions on genders, and more emphasis is placed on respecting the children's own wishes.

"Brother, you're joking. I just read a few books to kill time on the road!"

After all, Wenshu was not an ancient person, and she avoided academic things compared with them.

She did this for the purpose of reading and learning to read in the future, and also to find the sources of poems, books and classics in case she accidentally missed something.

Besides, she herself was not good at studying. Looking at the articles written by her father and brother, she felt that they were just too stupid.

"Yao'er, my Yao'er is back..."

"How about your sister and the others? Did they have a smooth journey?"

Wen Shu, who was riding a horse, looked at an old woman in front of her, with a group of servants following behind her.

The old woman was not dressed fancy, wearing a short dress made of gray cotton.

The clothes look similar to those of Da Niu's wife.

This suit is convenient for work and doesn't get in the way.

"Brother, this is..."

Before Wen Shu finished her words, Wen Yao no longer cared about the "burden" behind him, dismounted, threw the reins to the accompanying servant, and ran towards the woman.

"Grandma, my grandson is back"

"My grandson lived up to everyone's expectations and returned with his brothers and sisters."

While speaking, Wen Yao ran to the old woman.

"Come, you've worked hard, let grandma take a good look..."

Seeing that her eldest grandson, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was about to kneel down, the old woman hurriedly supported Wen Yao's arm.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and help the young master up."

The old woman loves her eldest grandson, but she doesn't want to be laughed at in public.

"Grandma, why did you come out to pick me up in person? I have already arrived at the village with my younger brother and sister. You can just wait for us at home."

Wen Yao's mouth was full of heartache.

"It's not far, just a few steps..."

The old woman's surname was Du. She was not from a wealthy family. No one knew why the elders on both sides fell in love with each other, but they directly arranged marriages for their grandson and granddaughter.

Fortunately, my grandparents liked each other at the time and did not become a couple of enemies.

Old Madam Wen held Wen Yao's hand and looked behind him.

"This is Wenshu, Pengpeng girl"

Old Madam Wen was old, her legs and feet were not very flexible, and her eyesight was not very good either. She half squinted her eyes and leaned forward to see clearly.

Wenshu arrived only one step later than Wenyao. She had just seen the affectionate scene between her elder brother and the old man, and she couldn't bear to disturb them.

It can be seen that the eldest brother must have lived with grandmother for some time before.

Wen Shu walked forward only after hearing her name being called.

I imitated my older brother and called out "Grandma"

In Luoyang, the person who takes care of one's ancestors is the grandmother.

"Okay, okay, my dear grandson, let grandma take a good look..."

In contrast to Wen Yao, the old lady held Wen Shu's hand and looked carefully at Wen Shu's face, as if she wanted to find something from her face.

"This……"

Listening to this, something doesn't seem right.

He looked to his brother for help.

Wen Yao shook his head, indicating that he was powerless. The carriage behind him also arrived at the right time. "Grandma, you haven't met Little Seventh and Little Eight yet, have you?"

"I said my child is a good one, and my Pengpeng is also a good one!"

It was as if he didn't hear Wen Yao's words.

Old Madam Wen seemed to have no end in sight and held Wen Shu's hand.

"Pengpeng is a smart kid"

It’s not the old lady’s fault. Wenshu has shown some differences from other children since she reached the age to speak.

Although they were in their hometown of Shu and didn't know much about the specific situation of Wenshu, they could tell from the letters from Wenfu that Wenshu and her child were really different from other children.

The two old people didn't even know how many incense sticks they had burned to pray to gods and Buddha for this.

When Wen and Fu were sick, they tried many ways to treat their illness.

In the end, no one knew where Wen Fu found the expert, nor did they know what he said, but Wen Fu finally stopped.

I also spent more time and effort on raising Wenshu.

Sure enough, God will not let down those who work hard. Pengpeng is about to reach the age of getting married, and he is fine.

"My Pengpeng is a blessed child"

Wenshu's hand was held by her grandmother, and there was no sign of letting go.

"I've met grandma. I haven't served you in front of the hall for so many years. I am unfilial..."

"Girl, you are thoughtful. Even though I am old and have frail arms and legs, I can still carry a knife and ride a horse, and I can also go to the fields to plant rice."

Madam Wen's tone was full of pride.

Wen Shu still looked confused, not knowing if she continued, the old lady might open up new doors if she went all out.

Wen Yao immediately took Xiao Lao Ba from Fang Niang's hands.

"Grandma, look, this is Little Eight."

With the other hand, he took Xiao Fuer to the old lady and said, "This is Xiao Lao Qi, Xiao Fuer."

It’s said that when people get older, they like the hustle and bustle, especially the playfulness of children with grandchildren around them.

This interruption made the words he had just said become irrelevant.

He quickly took the hand handed to him by Xiao Lao Ba and stroked Xiao Fuer's hand with his rough and calloused hands.

"Okay, okay, okay!

It’s been hard work along the way.”