Ma Xiaoqian struggled to sit up from the bed, looked at the clothes on her body, then looked around, looking at the antique furniture and decorations in the room, and was surprised.
"Did I be saved by someone? No, or did I travel to ancient times?"
Ma Xiaoqian's mind was filled with questions, and he even felt a little dazed. He tried hard to recall the last scene in his memory, and felt that many memories about another person suddenly came to his mind.
"Shen? Shen Li? My name is Shen Li now, and I am the eldest young master of the Shen family. It's unbelievable that this body is not mine. The mind that dominates this body is indeed mine. It's so unscientific!" Ma Xiaoqian stood up. I looked in the mirror and was shocked.
Ma Xiaoqian was originally a special soldier of the Chinese Langya Special Forces. While conducting wilderness survival training deep in the Kunlun Mountains in China, he was unfortunately struck by a huge ball lightning and died.
"Oh, what the hell is this? I haven't done anything bad in the past thirty years, and yet I was struck by lightning on a sunny day. Now that I'm a human being, I have to cherish the time I have now, and I still have to live. After all, I haven't I have lived enough. I don’t know what happened to my parents, I must be very sad..." Ma Xiaoqian kept recalling her life and relatives in her previous life.
Just when Ma Xiaoqian was filled with emotion, there was a creak and someone opened the door and came in. It was a little maid of thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a bowl of soup in her hand.
"Master, it's time to drink medicine. Master, why are you up?"
"You put it there first, I'll drink it later."
The little maid carefully placed the medicine bowl on the table and then left.
After Xiaohuan left, Ma Xiaoqian picked up the medicine bowl, put it to her nose and smelled it.
"It tastes weird, like Chinese medicine, but not exactly like it."
Shi Qian didn't drink and put the bowl back on the table.
"Shen Li's appearance is quite good, but his body is too weak and sick. He has no strength at all. It seems that he needs to strengthen his training."
Ma Xiaoqian felt a little tired when he got up, so he lay back on the bed, digesting and sorting out the information about this life in his mind.
Shen Li is the eldest grandson of the family. He is sixteen years old and a scholar from a wealthy family. Two months ago, he went out to play. Two immortal cultivators appeared chasing and fighting not far away. Shen Li was the one who leaked his true energy during the fight between the two immortal cultivators. His internal organs were damaged by the shock, and he fainted. Fortunately, he was rescued in time. Although he survived, he was very weak and coughed up blood every day. He has been recovering at home these days.
This is Wancheng, the second largest city in the Chuyun Empire. The Shen family is a merchant family in Wancheng. Shen Li's grandfather, Shen Kuo, is the head of the family, but has been relegated to the second line. The Shen family is currently the largest high-end fabric shop in Wancheng, and Shen Li also runs two restaurants and a farm with a thousand acres of fertile land in the countryside. These businesses are usually managed by Shen Li's father Shen Wande and his second uncle Shen Wancai. His third uncle Shen Wanjun has been running since childhood. He joined a sect called Qingyun Sect and never came back for several years. His third uncle was the person Shen Li admired the most.
"This world lags behind the earth in terms of technology and is still in the cold weapon age. The clothing style and architectural style of the Chuyun Empire are very similar to those of the Song and Ming dynasties, but what the hell are the immortal cultivators here? And the third uncle Even if I am an immortal cultivator, Shen Li doesn’t know much about them. Anyway, I am very good at it. I don’t know if I can become an immortal cultivator.”
In recent days, the doctor has been here several times. Each time he came, he prescribed two doses of medicine and told him to take the medicine on time. He also said that Shen Li's recovery was faster than he imagined. Shen's parents even asked him about his well-being. No matter how busy they were, He had to take time out to visit Shen Li every day, which allowed Ma Xiaoqian, who had been away from home for many years to serve as a soldier, once again experience the care from relatives and the warmth of family.
"Now that I've come, I'll make peace with it. Since God has arranged for me to be reborn as Shen Li, then I will be Shen Li!"
After recuperating for another half month, after having breakfast in the morning, Ma Xiaoqian felt that her physical condition had recovered very well and wanted to go out for a stroll. She just walked to the door of Shen's courtyard with her hands behind her back and happened to meet Shen's mother returning home.
"Li'er, it's cold in autumn, and you're still injured. Where are you going?" Mother Shen asked with concern.
"Mother, my son has recovered from his injury. He stays in the house every day. He is a little bored and wants to go out for a walk. Shen Li replied respectfully.
"Go ahead and come back early."
Ma Xiaoqian walked alone on the main street of Wancheng, sighing at the beauty and prosperity of Wancheng. In the city, there are high-rise buildings made of bricks and tiles, as well as pure wooden attics with carved beams and columns, street pharmacies, restaurants, teahouses, and tailors. Shops, bookstores, etc. are all available. There are hurried pedestrians on the street, carriages loaded with goods, vendors pushing carts, and a group of sergeants with swords on their waists patrolling.
Ma Xiaoqian walked around for almost an hour without realizing it.
"It's great to be alive! I will be Shen Li from now on!" Shi Qian said to himself with the joy of rebirth on his face.
"Master, I found you. Go home quickly. The master of the house is looking for you!" A young man from the Shen family ran over panting heavily. He pulled Shi Qian's sleeve and started to walk towards the Shen family.
"What's going on? You're in such a hurry." Ma Xiaoqian was confused.
"Master, I don't know the details. We had a lot of distinguished guests just now. Then the owner asked me to come out to find you," the waiter said.
"Oh, you can't walk too fast, my body can't bear it."
This guy's name is Wang Wu, and he has had a good relationship with Shen Li since childhood. He is the son of the long-term worker on the farm in Shen's hometown.
Shen Li soon entered the Shen family courtyard. At the door of the reception hall, Wang Wu motioned for him to enter, and Shi Qian nodded.
Entering the reception hall, I saw Father Shen, his second uncle and several elders sitting in the second seat. The head of the Shen family, Shen Kuo, and an old man were sitting in the main seat. The two were talking about something.
"Elders, please forgive Shen Li for being late." Shen Li cupped his hands as soon as he entered the door.
"Brother Xiao, this boy is here. This is my eldest grandson Shen Li." Shen Kuo introduced the old man surnamed Xiao, who looked at Shi Qian up and down.
"Boy, come here, let your Grandpa Xiao take a good look." Shen Kuo stretched out his hand and made a "come here" gesture and said.
Shen Li walked to the two seats.
Seeing the old man surnamed Xiao nodding slightly, the head of the family Shen Kuo asked, "How is it?"
"Yes, your eldest grandson looks very talented, but you don't know about your literary talent?" The old man surnamed Xiao looked at Shen Kuo.
"How about you test him?" Shen Kuo asked.
"I heard that the talented man from the Chuyun Empire was good at poetry, and I saw that the bamboos in your Shen family's courtyard are luxuriant, so you should write a poem with the theme of bamboo." The old man surnamed Xiao smiled and said to Shen Li.
"Then the boy has made a fool of himself!"
Shen Li pretended to think for a moment and chanted:
“Section after section, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.
I don't bloom so I don't attract bees and butterflies."
Shen Li thought to himself: "This old man is really good at taking exams. Can't we easily pick up two or three poems about this kind of bamboo?"
"Wonderful! This poem is very wonderful!" The old man surnamed Xiao gave a thumbs up.
Everyone below also whispered to each other: "Good poem, good poem", "This person is extraordinary", "Vivid image, good poem"...
Shen Kuo looked proud and asked, "Brother Xiao, are you satisfied?"
"Brother Shen, this guy's literary talent is excellent, I'm satisfied! We've settled this matter just like that!"
The old man surnamed Xiao looked very happy. Only Shen Lim was in the dark. He didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but he didn't dare to ask.
"Haha, Brother Xiao, I have prepared some wine. Let's go to the restaurant and have a chat. Please!" Shen Kuo stood up and made a gesture of invitation.
"We are all our own people, why should we be so polite?" The old man surnamed Xiao stood up and said respectfully.
After saying this, the old man surnamed Xiao went out with Shen Kuo and everyone else, leaving Shen Li alone and messy in the wind.
Father Shen walked back to Shen Li from the crowd who were going out, patted Shen Li on the shoulder and said, "Son, you are about to become prosperous. I will explain it to you later. I will go drink with you first."
Shen Li was full of doubts and was about to ask when Shen Wande turned around and left.