Ming Dynasty.

Inside Shuiqiao Village.

A tall, thin, but handsome young man was sitting under the eaves outside the room.

The young man's name is Zhao Ce.

At this time, he looked at the corners covered with moss and sighed softly.

Traveled through...

Traveled back to ancient society.

Zhao Ce, who had just digested the memory of the original owner, felt a little buzzing in his head.

My head was groggy just after I woke up from a hangover.

He was a good young man with good roots, but once traveled through time, he became a poor scholar with a lofty ambition.

I remembered that the original owner never looked at people seriously and always described the people in the village as having mud-legged appearance.

Zhao Ce felt a headache.

"This man's relationship with the villagers is quite bad..."

Zhao Ce sighed.

The original body he traveled through has the same name as him.

Unlike his previous life, where he had been a nationally protected animal for nearly thirty years, this body is now only 19 years old.

As a scholar, this age is not too young.

But the original owner was a scholar who had just started studying for a year or two.

When he was 14 years old, because his father had made some money, he decided to send the original father, who was still a normal age and had been doting on him at home, to school.

As a result, the original owner wore a cotton coat made of ordinary clothes that was better than that of the people in the village, and happily arrived at the school in the city.

Seeing those well-dressed city dwellers.

The young masters from the city who were my classmates casually rewarded a servant, which was just a few days of pocket money.

My heart began to feel unbalanced.

I don’t recognize many words, but my horizons are getting wider and wider.

All day long I think about what kind of wealthy life I will have when I become a high-ranking official in the future and achieve great success.

When he returned to the village, he saw the farmers in the village.

That's something everyone can't stand.

He wears a long robe all day long, carries his back, and comes and goes with two sentences that he doesn't even know the meaning of.

If any child in the village accidentally gets too close to him, he will scold him.

Over time, even if the villagers knew that he was a scholar, they were unwilling to get close to him.

However, the good times did not last long.

When the family was preparing to build a new house, the original owner's parents had an accident and both left.

It had just been a year or two since I started Mongolia, and I didn't even recognize a few characters. I was just dreaming about becoming a high-ranking official through the imperial examination.

People were immediately stunned.

The uncle of the original owner took pity on him and helped him arrange the funeral arrangements.

In the past two years, I have been helping the original owner.

Let him be brave and study hard to comfort his parents' spirits in heaven.

The original owner learned from the pain.

Also cheered up.

First of all, as a noble scholar, I cannot accept any food that comes my way.

So he refused the help from his uncle's family.

I thought to myself that even if I was the only one left in the family, I would still strive for success.

You can't let those idiots in the village see your joke!

then.

It's amazing... within two years, all the money left by the family to build a house was lost.

The original owner probably drank too much last night and was very angry.

I was drunk and pissed off, so I let Zhao Ce travel through it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ce just felt a little heartbroken.

"What's this all about..."

"A time-travel, a heaven-collapsing start."

Looking at the dirt falling down from the wall, Zhao Ce shook his still somewhat groggy head.

"That's all, now that you're here, you have to live well."

"Whatever I say, I have eaten two bowls of porridge at night, so I can definitely live a good life."

Then he looked down at the original owner's rib-like body.

"Although I have lost a little weight, I am still tall enough."

"As long as I practice more later and become a handsome guy again, it won't be a problem."

In the memory of the original owner.

This Ming Dynasty is somewhat different from the Ming Dynasty in Zhao Ce's original history.

But it's probably similar.

so.

Although his family fortune was completely ruined by the original owner, Zhao Ce was not afraid.

He has a lot of knowledge in his mind, and it should be no problem to get rid of poverty in these ancient times.

Feeling more relaxed, Zhao Ce stood up from the ground and patted the dust behind him.

"I always feel like I forgot something..."

Su Ce frowned and said, "Forget it, let's go back to the room first and take stock of the belongings we still have."

Just as he was about to return to his room, there was a "dong-dong" knock on the door.

Zhao Ce walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man with dark cheeks.

That honest face showed a loving smile after seeing Zhao Ce.

The person who came was none other than the original owner’s uncle, Zhao Youcai.

Zhao Youcai is the village chief of Shuiqiao Village. He is usually quite dignified in front of the villagers.

But once he was in front of the original owner, he lost his majesty.

He asked a little cautiously: "Ce'er, can you bring me back?"

Zhao Ce was stunned for a moment.

people?

who?

Zhao Youcai saw him stunned for a moment, and then added: "Yesterday, didn't you give the bride price to the matchmaker and say you wanted to bring back a little girl?"

"He also said that the little lady is a girl from a good family, but the place is a little far away."

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "I saw you didn't even put a red paper on your house, but you don't have enough money?"

"Uncle brought some more for you. Getting married is a big event, so you have to take care of it."

After Zhao Youcai reminded me like this.

Zhao Ce also remembered it.

The corner of his mouth twitched, thinking: Just now he said he had forgotten something, but it turned out that he had forgotten this.

In the past two years when the original owner was trying his best, he was taken to a brothel in the city by his classmates who looked down on him.

I fell directly in love with the courtesan in the brothel.

All the money in this family was squandered in the brothel.

After all the money that my parents had saved to build a house was lost, they sold almost all the family property.

That's it, I haven't even touched the hand of the oiran...
To be continued...