Chapter One: The Scholar from a Humble Family

t's very frail. Don't even mention six-pack abs, it's barely 170 centimeters tall, and probably weighs less than a hundred kilograms. It also has a pair of hands that are more white than human beings...The state of being when Lin Hao woke up killed him.

It was a whole piece of fabric hanging from her foot, flapping in the cold wind. There was nothing underneath it.

Death, this is not because of his low mental fortitude, but because he is truly dying. A strong rope tightly binds around his neck.

In fact, he was currently hanging from the ceiling beams, not much better off than Jesus nailed to the cross.

Regardless of why he was inexplicably hung here after the high-speed rail accident, Lin Hao now wanted to raise his head and also wanted to untie the rope around his neck.

Survival has always been mankind's first need, so he chose to struggle out from the rope. But after only two struggles, his neck was tightened even more, and he was no longer able to free himself on his own.

Never mind, I'll just put the child in it!

Lin Haoran gave up struggling, intending to use his last bit of strength to lift the child, refusing to die in such an embarrassing manner. As a prominent young man of the 21st century, he felt it was necessary to set a good example for future generations - even in death, one should dress their child properly.

Wow!

He curled his legs, trying to lift himself with his hands, defending the last shred of dignity he had left after death. But then a child appeared out of nowhere, gripping his feet in both hands and swinging him from the beams like a pendulum.

Let go! Let go! If you shake me any more, I won't just be hanged, I'll pass out...

Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.

Oh, God, please don't play with me like this!

Lin Hao ran was suddenly speechless, inexplicably hung there without explanation. This guy couldn't even get dressed properly, and now it was very likely... he would faint!

Hanging in mid-air, swaying constantly, although my head was growing increasingly dizzy, I still took in every detail of the room.

This place was strange, it was an old dilapidated hut. There were no decent houses around, and there were some pottery jars in the corner. However, a rather unremarkable bowl caught his eye - it looked exactly like a Ming Dynasty bowl.

All that happened was his face slowly turned purple, and he became increasingly hazy, though he remained suspended in mid-air, still swinging the little demon on the swing. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

"The nerd hanged himself!"

Just when Lin Haoran was about to give up, the door darkened and a woman in a robe walked in. Then the woman turned around without hesitation, and her loud voice rang out outside.

You're such a bother!

Lin Hao-ran had just ignited the hope of a lifetime's return, but this woman in ancient attire ran out again. Although he was doubtful about her clothes, his anger outweighed everything else.

By now, this isn't about people coming to save themselves; it's just people gathering to watch. This is definitely the sin of indifference to death.

I can't do it anymore...

Slap!

Just as the shadow of the woman faded from his sight, and the darkness settled over his eyelids, the rope around his neck suddenly snapped.

Lin Hao ran landed heavily, his face hitting the ground.

"Hey, you okay How are you"

A crowd had already surged forward, surrounding him and shaking his slender arms with force.

Lin Hao's head ached, especially his brain was buzzing. He struggled to open his eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, he saw several familiar yet unfamiliar faces.

All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.

Ancient farmers

Lin Hao ran's heart was filled with suspicion, his mind a maze of puzzles. However, he found that every face seemed familiar to him, and the name "Fool" didn't seem out of place, as if it truly belonged to him.

But... he has an IQ of 180, worth 3000 points, when did he become a fool

"Second Idiot, wake up! Second Idiot, wake up!"

Why add another "two" Why not "handsome" but "second" Why I'm dizzy......

……

The swallowgrass is emerald green, and the wild mulberry branches are low and green. When you think of your return date, it's when I feel heartbroken. Spring wind doesn't know us, so why do we keep our curtains drawn

In the 36th year of Jiajing during the Ming Dynasty, Lin Village in Shicheng County, Huazhou Prefecture, Guangdong Province.

Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.

Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.

"Erdaizi is really dumb this time!"

"This scholar just wants to save face, how could he not see that"

"That's right! What's wrong with getting together in the woods with a maidservant from the Jiang family It's perfectly normal!"

……

Though it was clearly village gossip, they didn't seem to be avoiding him, the person involved.

Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.

He had no recollection of what the villagers called "wild copulation," nor did he have any memory of the girl. He didn't know her height or build, and naturally wouldn't commit suicide by hanging over such a matter.

Because this Hao Ran is not that Hao Ran, he... comes from the 21st century where wild connections are as commonplace as dinner.

Theoretically, he should be very twenty-first century right now, hiding in the restroom with that “Auntie” who just arrived, using the sound of the tracks to do some sneaky things.

But after all, that was just theory. In reality, he had just locked the bathroom door with a click when an accident occurred, and he found himself transported to the Ming Dynasty during the Jiajing reign. Now, he stood dumbfounded on this bridge, full of historical charm, gazing at the flowing river...

He, transcended!

This is a fact he had to face! Because of a rare high-speed rail accident, he inexplicably arrived in this unfamiliar era and entered the body of a sixteen-year-old scholar.

During the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, year thirty-six, this was a good era.

The status of eunuchs was at a low point during the Ming Dynasty's historical trough. Military generals couldn't regain their footing after the Tumu Crisis, and Emperor Jiajing had been staying away from court for over a decade. Now, it was an era dominated by civil officials, providing the best opportunity for commoners to climb the ranks of government.

However, this was also an era of serious social problems. In the south, there was the threat of Japanese pirates, in the north, the Mongol invasion, and natural and man-made disasters plagued the land. Although Emperor Jiajing was a wise ruler, he squandered the national treasury on Taoist practices, leaving the country in a precarious state.

It was that very spring, he devoted himself to a common scholar from Changlin Village.

This is undoubtedly a body full of vitality, with a liver untouched by the poison of alcohol, lungs unstained by smoke, and kidneys not emptied. All functions are so healthy.

As for Qu's thoughts, they were purer than ever. His mind was almost filled with the scriptures of saints and sages; even now, he could "recite from memory" hundreds of brilliant articles and flawlessly recite the Four Books and Five Classics backward.

Everything has its pros and cons. This body is beautiful, fair-skinned, delicate, pretty enough to pass as male. It's very frail. Don't even mention six-pack abs, it's barely 170 centimeters tall, and probably weighs less than a hundred kilograms. It also has a pair of hands that are more white than human beings'.

If he doesn't get what he expected down there, he'll definitely suspect that he put on the wrong clothes.

If he had a choice, he would still rather be a child of the 21st century.

He was an orphan, but after several attempts, he became a fluent-speaking business vice president. Due to the lack of a family, he liked to sneak into flower fields, regardless of lonely women or naive young men, they all fell victim to his charms, and he lived a carefree and happy life.

The past, undoubtedly, is worth remembering.

Lin Haoran's days were passing pleasantly. That day, he returned from negotiating a contract with the library of a certain university and had a beautiful encounter with that tall elder sister.

After a barrage of sweet nothings, the high-society lady finally succumbed. Just as he gently pushed her into the bathroom, news broke of a high-speed train accident.

This tells us that we must be careful when closing the toilet door, otherwise the consequences could be severe.

……

Lost in his complex thoughts, Lin Hao-ran didn't know how long he sat at the bridge until the setting sun was about to disappear behind the mountains. He then let out a long sigh and stood up to go home.

It wasn't because the sky was getting dark, but he...his stomach rumbled again.ted to untie the rope around his neck.Survival has always been mankind's first need, so he chose to struggle out from the rope. But after only two struggles, his neck was tightened even more, and he w...