"Where am I?"

Zhao Lang woke up and looked at the antique room around him and the clothes on his body that were obviously not modern. His mind was a little confused.

"Didn't I get hit by a truck? Why am I here...hiss!!!"

Suddenly a burst of memories came to Zhao Lang's mind.

After digesting this memory, Zhao Lang showed a wry smile on his face,

"You actually traveled through time?!"

As a lover of online literature, he quickly adapted to things like time travel.

Zhao Lang looked at the memory he had just obtained.

The original name of this body is also called Zhao Lang, but he is a bit silly, so not much information is available.

All I know is that this is China and that he is the son of a wealthy landowner.

I accidentally fell down two days ago and hit my head.

Gave Zhao Lang a chance to come over.

"Anyway, I was alone in my last life and had nothing to worry about."

"It's been a few years since I graduated and I can't even afford a toilet in Shanghai. It's not bad to be a rich man here."

Zhao Lang looked at the furnishings in the room. They were classic and elegant, but even in modern times, they were not affordable for ordinary people.

Slowly get out of bed and walk to the bronze mirror in the room.

Suddenly, a handsome young man appeared in Zhao Lang's eyes.

"Fortunately, he is 8 points as handsome as I was before."

Zhao Lang nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

A majestic middle-aged man wearing black uniform walked in with an old man.

The old man saw Zhao Lang standing in the room, and hurriedly came over to support Zhao Lang, and then muttered,

"Sir, why did you get out of bed?"

Zhao Lang looked at the old man's figure and recalled for a moment, he knew who the old man was.

"Uncle Fu, I'm fine."

When Uncle Fu heard Zhao Lang's words, his face was stunned, and then he said in surprise,

"Young master... I can recognize the old slave now, and I can speak smoothly!"

"You...your dementia is cured!"

Uncle Fu quickly said to the middle-aged man beside him,

"Master! Master! The master's madness is cured!"

A trace of surprise flashed in the dignified middle-aged man's eyes, and he asked in a deep voice,

"Lang'er, do you know who I am?"

Zhao Lang looked at this middle-aged man with a majestic face, hesitated for a moment, and then shouted a little awkwardly,

"father."

This is the original owner's father.

But in my memory, this father was often away from home, but he never treated the original owner badly in life.

If you occupy someone else's body, you won't suffer any loss even if you call him daddy.

When he heard the shouting, the middle-aged man was slightly shaken, and a trace of tears actually flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly put his feelings aside and said calmly,

"You fell down the day before yesterday, but you didn't expect that you recovered from your dementia, which is a good thing."

"You should have a good rest these days."

Zhao Lang had no choice but to nod in agreement. He had always been alone in his previous life, and he was really not used to having a father suddenly.

However, he still had some situations he wanted to find out,

"Dad, I've been a little confused these past few years. I don't know... what year is it now?"

Zhao Lang originally wanted to ask about the dynasty, but this was a bit too abrupt.

Before the middle-aged man could answer, Uncle Fu beside him said cheerfully,

"It's good for the young master to be crazy. It's normal not to know about it, but you have to remember it in the future, otherwise you will be laughed at."

"It is now the 33rd year of the First Emperor of Qin's reign."

When Uncle Fu talked about the First Emperor of Qin, his tone was full of pride.

The dignified middle-aged man on the side also nodded proudly,

After hearing the reply, Zhao Lang finally understood.

It turned out that he came to the Qin Dynasty.

The Qin Dynasty was not bad, but it was a unified dynasty, but it was short-lived. After the death of King Qin in 36 years, the world was in chaos.

Zhao Lang was suddenly startled and asked with a bit of disbelief,

"Uncle Fu, what year do you think this year is?"

Forbes returned again,

"The 33rd year of the Qin Dynasty."

Zhao Lang's heart sank and he couldn't help but said,

"It's over, there are only three good years left."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression suddenly changed.

Uncle Fu was also stunned for a moment, and then quickly said,

"Young Master is talking nonsense again."

"With the blessing of the head of the family, you will be rich and prosperous in your life! You will have no worries!"

Hearing this answer, Zhao Lang just wanted to burst into tears.

Listen! Listen!

Rich and wealthy! Carefree!

These two words sound like eating popsicles under the hot sun, so refreshing!

It's like a shiver after a long struggle, and it becomes smooth!

But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Such a good life can only last three years. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable if we replaced him?

At this time, the middle-aged man on the side frowned and asked,

"Lang'er, what did you say?"

Zhao Lang also knew that he had spilled the beans. Just as he was thinking about how to find a reason to fool him, two choices suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The god-level selection system has been activated."

"One: Make up a reason and reward yourself with ten thousand taels of gold."

"Two: tell the real reason and reward the special forces with physical strength!"

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized in his heart,

"A necessary system for time travel!"

Looking at the choices in front of him, Zhao Lang thought quickly,

"Although ten thousand taels of gold are very good, troubled times are coming. No matter how much money you have, you can't hold it without force. And it seems that the family is not short of money."

"The physique of the special forces is different. In an era when a cold can be fatal, a strong physique is the way to go."

Moreover, it is better to say it sooner than later, so that the family can prepare early.

Zhao Lang made his decision, took a breath, and said slowly,

"Dad, in three years, the world will be in chaos! Let me prepare early!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly opened, and Uncle Fu's face turned pale, and he said quickly,

"Sir, your madness has returned again? Master, this is not what you mean."

The middle-aged man's eyes changed a few times, and then he said in a deep voice,

"You go out first."
To be continued...