Dachu Huijing, south of the city, in the backyard of Zhou Mansion.
It took Zhou Ming a stick of incense to confirm that he had really traveled through time.
Looking at the stone tables and benches in front of him, as well as the wooden houses with strong classical atmosphere, Zhou Ming had mixed feelings.
In my last life, I was just a little more uninhibited and free in my love. The girls didn’t say anything. Oh my God, you didn’t need to make such a big joke on me, right?
At this time, there was a burst of chatter and laughter from the front yard. Yi Ming had no time to pay attention. He wanted to confirm one more thing.
"Ding...ding..."
Wooden response.
There are no standard features for time travel, so it’s time to seize the opportunity to lie down. Zhou Yiming’s lips curved into a wry smile.
Trying to calm down, he began to retrieve the memory of the original owner, and then the expression on his face repeatedly jumped between joy, sadness, and sorrow.
Martial arts flourished in Da Chu, which valued martial arts over literature.
In this life, Zhou Yiming was eighteen years old, and was born into a family of officials. His father, Zhou Ruhai, was the minister of the ancestral temple, a civil servant, and a third-rank official.
Although the Zhou family is not a famous family, they have been officials for many years and are quite wealthy.
Zhou Yiming was the only son in his family and was loved by his family since he was a child. When he was three years old, his father invited martial arts experts to test his martial arts spirit.
The test results shocked everyone. Yi Ming's martial spirit was silver grade, only one level lower than the top gold grade martial spirit.
In the three hundred years since the founding of Da Chu, there were only three recorded gold-grade martial arts spirits.
A warrior with a gold-grade martial spirit, if nothing unexpected happens, will definitely be able to practice to the ninth level of martial arts. If given the chance, he will even be able to break through.
As for the silver-level martial arts spirit, as long as it develops smoothly, it is easy to break through to the fifth-level martial arts level.
The whole Zhou family was overjoyed at that time. Zhou Ruhai even gave porridge to the poor in front of the Zhou family compound for ninety-nine and eighty-one days.
There was no other reason. He was happy to have a son like Yi Ming who could honor his ancestors and change his family's destiny.
Unexpectedly, the good times did not last long. When Yi Ming was five years and seven months old, Lin Ajiao, the daughter of a close friend from an aristocratic family who was married to her fingertips, was playing in the back garden. Lin Ajiao accidentally fell into the water.
Zhou Yiming risked his life to save Lin Ajiao, but he himself sank to the bottom and was already unconscious when he was rescued.
He sought medical advice from many sources and finally managed to save half of his life, but his silver-grade martial spirit disappeared.
In order to restore his son's martial arts spirit, Zhou Ruhai almost spent all his family wealth, and the Zhou family's mansion changed from the Zhou family compound to the Zhou family mansion.
Later, it was changed to a courtyard with three entrances and three exits, until we lived in the current courtyard with two entrances and two exits.
Because he was busy taking care of his son and neglected official duties, Zhou Ruhai's official position was demoted again and again.
Now he is just a general judge of Huijing General Affairs Office, a casualty, starting from the seventh rank.
"It's so tragic! What a shame for all the parents in the world!"
After retrieving this memory, Zhou Ming couldn't help but sigh.
The Zhou family's parents were so dedicated, but they did not get good results.
The original owner took numerous cordyceps tonics and overseas elixirs, but his martial spirit never recovered and his body continued to suffer from serious illnesses.
Zhou Ruhai had no choice but to ask his son to give up martial arts and pursue literature, hoping to find a way out for his son's future plans.
Moved by the deep love between father and son, Zhou Yiming glanced at the stone table in front of him.
There was an open book on the table, the pages stained with blood.
He casually touched the corner of his mouth, and there was still dried blood.
"It seems that this road is not going to work. You can see someone vomiting blood and dying when you read a book. This is unprecedented and unprecedented, right?"
Zhou Ming's mood was extremely complicated for a moment.
If you can't be good at anything, and you have a useless physical condition, this is no longer the beginning of the hell difficulty, but the beginning of the eighteenth level of hell.
He did remember a few poems taught in the nine-year compulsory education.
But in this world where martial arts is valued over literature, if you want to show your saintness and conquer the world by relying on a few poems and lyrics, you are either an idiot or a retarder.
Since there was no choice, just lie down, Yi Ming forced himself to be free and easy.
Fortunately, although the Zhou family is different now, their family fortune is still there.
If you don't fly like an eagle and follow a dog, and sleep on flowers and willows, you can still guarantee that you will have enough food and clothing for a lifetime.
The point is, if Zhou Yiming remembers correctly, he also has a fiancée, although the two have not seen each other since the accident.
But she is a lady after all, so her quality should not be bad.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ming even had a little secret expectation.
There is a family fortune that allows you to eat and drink for the rest of your life without having to do anything, plus a noble wife.
This is a configuration that many social animals would never dare to dream of.
God is kind enough and has not done all the bad things.
In a good mood, he stood up and planned to clean up the murder scene in front of him to avoid unnecessary trouble.
He tore out the blood-stained pages, balled them up, and placed them on the stone table.
Then he walked to the water tank in the yard and cleaned the blood from the corners of his mouth.
Looking at his own reflection in the water tank, which was no different from his previous life, Zhou Ming had only one comment: he was nothing but tall and handsome.
"Master, something big happened..."
At this time, the old housekeeper Laifu ran into the backyard panting. Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Yiming standing in front of the water tank, his hands wet.
When he turned around and saw a few suspicious paper balls on the stone table, he was stunned.
His eyes stared at Zhou Ming blankly, opening wider and wider.
When their eyes met, Zhou Ming was also stunned.
"The weather is too hot. Wash your face and refresh yourself. It's really comfortable."
Zhou Yiming responded quickly. As he spoke, he sat back on the stone bench pretending to be relaxed.
"Master, winter is not over yet."
Zhou Yiming put the paper ball into the book and forced out an awkward but polite smile:
"It's almost noon. I'm sitting in the sun reading a book. Is it reasonable to feel hot?"
They both looked up at the same time.
partly cloudy.
Blessing:"……"
"You ran in in a panic in broad daylight. What happened?"
Destroy it, I'm tired, Zhou Yiming secretly complained.
Laifu seemed to have come to his senses, and said anxiously: "Master, someone from the Lin family is here.
I heard Mr. Lin tell our master that if your health is not good, young master, the two families will make other plans for their marriage. "
Zhou Yiming's heart skipped a beat.
Is this about breaking off the engagement?
The good mood just now was shattered in an instant.
Seeing Zhou Yiming sitting still, Laifu urged: "Master, now is not the time to be in a daze. You should go to the front yard and take a look."
Yes, if I go now, I might still have a chance to recover. If that doesn't work, I'll have to ask the Lin family to compensate me for my mental losses.
I deserve this.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ming got up and walked quickly to the front yard.
Laifu followed closely behind.
Front yard, main room.
As soon as he entered the room, Zhou Yiming saw Zhou Ruhai pounding the table with excitement, while Mrs. Zhou lowered her head and wiped her tears.
Oh no, it's too late. We've already reached the table-slapping stage.
It seems that we can only make a fuss about the compensation. One million taels is not too much, right?
Zhou Ming secretly calculated.
In addition to Zhou Ruhai and Mrs. Zhou, Mr. and Mrs. Lin were also in the room, and there was a five or six-year-old boy sitting next to them.
The boy's name is Lin Li, and he is Mr. Lin's grandson.
