Chapter 001: Traveling Through Time and Becoming a Fool
Zhao Yulin woke up with a slight pain in the back of his head.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a simple old Chinese bed, surrounded by antique furniture. The Chinese room was so quiet that I could hear mosquitoes farting.
He was a little puzzled. What was going on?
He clearly remembered that he fell into the water. Could he have been rescued by someone?
He rolled over and sat up, looking at his tall and thin body with a confused look on his face. Why was he still wearing an ancient style long gown? Where were his tendons and muscles?
Just as I was in a daze, two children, a boy and a girl, came in from outside the room. One of them was dressed as a servant and the other was dressed as a maid.
He asked, "What are you doing? Acting? I still have to fight the flood."
The maid ran out immediately after hearing this, but the child who looked like a servant shouted "Young Master," and immediately burst into tears.
Zhao Yulin stepped forward and asked him who he was.
Why are you crying?
The child then introduced himself as Chuan'er, and said that the young master had fallen and had been in a coma for two days. The imperial physician said that when he woke up he would become crazy about gains and losses and become a fool and a idiot.
Zhao Yulin felt a chill under his feet. Looking at the muddy floor in the room, he finally realized that he had traveled through time to a certain dynasty.
After a short rest, I saw Chuan'er coming back with a food box, saying that it was sent by sister Chunlan who had just gone out.
He opened the lunch box and saw that there were dishes and soup. Zhao Yulin hadn't eaten for a few days and his stomach was already complaining, so he asked Li Chuan to eat with him. Li Chuan refused. Zhao Yulin knew that the ancients emphasized the distinction between master and servant, so he asked Li Chuan to wait outside and wolfed down half of the food.
After dinner, Zhao Yulin called Chuan'er into the house to eat. While eating, he said, "My name is Li Chuan, and I am the servant bought by the master for the young master. The young master's surname is Zhao and his given name is Yulin. He is the third young master of the Zhao family in the silk and cloth shop in the south of the city. Today is July of the second year of the Song Baoqing period..."
After the meal, Zhao Yulin was almost familiar with his new identity. He had indeed traveled to Yibin County in the Southern Song Dynasty in 1227. His physical body was also called Zhao Yulin. He was the third son of the Zhao family, a silk and cloth shop in the south of Yibin City. He lived in the Wang family of the Litchi Green Shaofang in the north of the city.
The children of the two families fought in the academy, and Zhao Yulin accidentally injured Wang Deyi, the eldest son of the Wang family.
The Wang family was powerful, so they went to the Zhao family to argue. The eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Deyi, kicked Zhao Yulin, who was kneeling in the living room, to the ground and knocked him unconscious. The Zhao family simply sent Zhao Yulin to the Wang family to let them deal with him.
Zhao Yulin was too lazy to bother with all this mess. Just based on the fact that he graduated from high school, served in the army, worked as a small community cadre, and came from the future eight hundred years ago, he must be either a god or a monster. What was there to be afraid of?
He asked Li Chuan to pack up and rest.
At this moment, the Wang family had already finished their meal and were discussing Zhao Yulin.
The Zhao and Wang families were originally in the silk business. Earlier, the Wang family's business collapsed, and the Zhao family did not help the Wang family. As a result, the Wang family lost their silk business and switched to the liquor business. However, they turned a disaster into a blessing, and used lychees to brew jade-green liquor. The business was booming, and the Yibin Wang family's lychee green liquor even became a tribute wine to the Lin'an court, and they had become very wealthy.
The Zhao family's business was growing bigger and bigger, but the profits were not as good as Litchiqing's. A few days ago, their cargo ship sank in Chongqing, causing a whole shipload of goods to be lost. The loss was huge, so they had to borrow money from the Wang family.
Wang Deyi heard the maid report that Zhao Yulin had woken up, but he was talking nonsense. What kind of acting was this? He was fighting the flood, so he couldn't understand anything at all and looked stupid. He covered his arm that was broken by Zhao Yulin and said that it would be better if he died. Only then would he feel relieved.
His second sister Wang Dehui smiled slyly on her fox-like face and said that his eldest brother was too cruel. What was the point of death? If Zhao Yulin really died in our family, it would be difficult for their father.
Wang Deyi said angrily that it was all because of her. If it wasn’t because she had a quarrel with the girl from the Zhao family, how could he have been hurt?
Wang Dehui said that he didn't ask him to hit anyone. If he didn't hit the girl, would Zhao Yulin fight him and break his arms?
At this time, Mr. Wang, who had been dozing off in the main seat as if in meditation, opened his eyes. He was in his forties. His business had been going smoothly in recent years. He had a lot of social engagements and lived a carefree life, so his weight naturally went up sharply. He had a round face and a round belly, a bit like Buddha.
Mr. Wang said with a smile: "Why are you arguing? The Zhao family didn't come to punish you, but you are asking for trouble. Deyi's kick was too hard, otherwise, my Wang family would have stood up and made things difficult for the Zhao family. Xiaohui said it well, since the little bastard has woken up, let's send him back. A stupid boy is enough to annoy the old scholar of the Zhao family."
Everyone was smiling with satisfaction.
In the west wing of the palace's backyard, Zhao Yulin had already fallen asleep. After a few breaths, he always felt a strong energy running around in his stomach and couldn't calm down.
He was wondering, could it be that this physical body had cultivated internal energy?
Zhao Yulin likes sports. When he was in junior high school, he and his classmates had a three-year martial arts craze. They practiced qigong and tied their homework books to tree trunks to practice iron sand palm. When he was in the army, his military boxing was praised by the regiment commander. Even after he was discharged from work, he did not give up this hobby and continued to practice Tai Chi with Chen Erniang in the community.
Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Zhao Yulin got out of bed and stood up straight. He spread his hands and silently chanted for the clear air to rise and the turbid air to descend, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and gathering it in his dantian...
He tried to guide the Qi with his mind, and unexpectedly developed a unique Qi training method in his body. He practiced in a circular manner according to his mind, and soon he felt a flame in his lower abdomen burning more and more vigorously...
After a while, the energy spread to his limbs and meridians, and Zhao Yulin slowly felt his mind clearing up, and he felt refreshed. He looked at the furniture and objects in the house again, and they were much clearer, so he simply went outside to practice his Tai Chi.
The Qi flowed freely, and the originally weak Tai Chi was made powerful and vigorous by him. He stepped forward and stepped back, and became more and more proficient in hammering and palming, which coordinated perfectly with his weak body, giving him a heroic demeanor.
Zhao Yulin was very proud, hehe, he actually got a set of good kung fu for free.
This trip through time was not in vain.
He had trained vigorously and was drenched in sweat. He turned around and walked into the house, but saw Li Chuan standing at the door, just in time to ask him to lead the way to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes.
The two of them walked out of the courtyard one after the other and walked through a long corridor. One of them blocked their way with a lantern and asked sternly, "Who is wandering around in the middle of the night?"
Li Chuan walked closer and saw that it was Wang's guard Liu San, so he said, "Guard Liu, my young master wants to take a bath and change clothes."
Liu San snorted and said it was late and he was not allowed to walk around in the yard, so he went back to his room and went to sleep.
Haha, the guard knows about the feud between the Zhao and Wang families, and he wants to bully Zhao Yulin too.
Zhao Yulin couldn't stand people like that who took advantage of their superiors. Moreover, when he woke up, he heard nothing but bad luck, and he suddenly became furious.
He quickly rushed forward and slapped Liu San twice, one on the left and one on the right. Before Liu San could come to his senses, he grabbed the man's throat with his backhand and pressed him to the ground.
Liu San was stunned by the sudden change. He came to his senses and struggled desperately, but Zhao Yulin's hand clamped tighter like an iron clamp, and the thief had no choice but to kneel down obediently.
Zhao Yulin leaned over and put his face close to Liu San's ear and said viciously, "If you disrespect me again, I'll kill you."
After saying that, he pushed Liu San to the ground and asked Li Chuan to lead the way as if nothing had happened.
Li Chuan, like Liu San, was stunned by Zhao Yulin's surprising behavior just now. He only reacted after hearing his call and took him to the bathroom with surprise.
Liu San seemed to have become a wooden man, still standing there without moving.
This person could never have imagined that Zhao Yulin, who seemed to be weak as a kitten, actually had such terrifying martial arts skills. Before he could even see how he made a move, he was slapped twice and his throat was immediately choked, so he couldn't even utter a cry for help.
Liu San was very depressed. Damn, how come this dying person came back to life?
With horror on his face, he walked back cursing in his heart.
Zhao Yulin continued forward, turned around a rockery and came to the bathroom, took a comfortable bath, went back and had a sweet sleep, and when he woke up it was already dawn.
He didn't have a cell phone or a watch, so he couldn't tell whether it was seven or eight o'clock, but his stomach was growling with hunger, telling him clearly that it was time to eat.
Zhao Yulin was thinking about what to eat when Chunlan came in with a lunch box.
Li Chuan opened the lunch box and took out the food but was dumbfounded. Zhao Yulin walked forward and took a closer look. He saw that each bowl was covered with thick saliva.
Fairy, such good food was wasted like this! Zhao Yulin was so furious that his lungs exploded. He glared at Chunlan with his eyes wide open.
The little girl was so scared that she was shaking, and she ran away muttering that it wasn't her who did it.
Zhao Yulin sat on the edge of the bed and became more and more angry. Mag was so bullying.
He raised his right hand and slammed the edge of the bed. With a snap, the edge of the bed he was sitting on immediately broke in the middle.
This accident frightened Zhao Yulin so much that he jumped up. After seeing clearly, he touched his right hand with his left hand and went to sit at the table in the outer room. Li Chuan immediately poured him some tea.
In the main hall of the palace, Mr. Wang had finished his breakfast and was drinking tea and rinsing his mouth. He looked at the guard Liu San in surprise.
This thief follows the master as his personal escort, and is considered one of the few people who is close to the master of the palace. He has learned from his master the bad habit of looking down on others.
But when we met today, he looked very depressed. The finger marks from the four slaps on his left face and the five slaps on his right face were still clearly imprinted on his slightly swollen cheeks.
How could he dare tell his master that it was the third young master of the Zhao family who hit him? He just said that he accidentally hit himself when he was practicing his new martial arts.
Mr. Wang became even more suspicious. He had been eating Lao Gan rice for more than 40 years, so how could he not see the clear slap mark on Liu San's face? It must have been caused by a ruthless beating.
At this time, Wang Dehui and Chunlan came together to tell him that the eldest master spit on Zhao Yulin's food, which made him angry and looked terrifying.
Chunlan was Wang Dehui's maid, who was temporarily assigned to monitor Zhao Yulin. When she saw that she had gotten into trouble, she ran back to report to her master.
Mr. Wang found it strange. How could a fool get angry?
How can this be?
