Duan Mingyu's consciousness gradually became clear: "Are I hospitalized? I was hit by a truck, it's really bad luck..." Just as he thought of this, suddenly some chaotic thoughts came one after another, and a large amount of information poured into his mind. He was in the late Tang Dynasty, in the second year of Zhonghe of Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty, and his identity was a top scholar, a three-yuan person.

Carefully pursuing the information that suddenly appeared in his mind, Duan Mingyu began to recall what had happened before. He was a graduate of the history department. He was rejected by the company repeatedly. That day he failed to apply for the job, drank a lot of alcohol, and then crossed the road by himself. Then a Dongfeng truck had an intimate contact with him...Facts have proved that you must not drink when you are in a bad mood, and you cannot make a fuss on the road after drinking. Even if you don’t find a job, it will not work. The consequences are quite serious. It is very likely that you will travel through time by accident.

Duan Mingyu sorted out the information that suddenly appeared in his mind. Duan Mingyu never expected such a strange thing to happen to him. His lips were trembling, but he couldn't even say a word. Those chaotic thoughts were once again integrated into his memory, making his thinking even more chaotic...

I... actually traveled through time! I traveled to a top scholar with the same name and surname as me. However, this top scholar was a bit unlucky. Both parents died since childhood, and they had no relatives and no reason. With a ruthless spirit, I passed away in the first year of Guangming. So the top scholar, who was proud of the spring, returned home in glory and returned to his hometown of Bianliang from the capital Chang'an. There is a saying that joy leads to sorrow. The top scholar had not had time to return to Chang'an to work after a glory.

The vigorous Huang Chao Uprising reached a height that Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty was difficult to suppress. In the second year after the top scholar Lang had just spent the Spring Festival in Bianzhou, that is, the first year of Zhonghe, Huang Chao's uprising army captured Chang'an, and Emperor Xizong of Tang was forced to flee from Sichuan. The top scholar Lang, who was once glorious, was left aside by Emperor Xizong of Tang, and could only squat in Bianliang, waiting for Emperor Xizong of Tang to recover from Huang Chao's nightmare of the army and was granted a position of one and half.

After another fucking year, that is, the second year of Zhonghe, during this year, the top scholar was drinking to drown his sorrows all day long. In order to make a living, he sold his two acres of thin land at home. No one would be kind to pity a down-and-out scholar, even if you were the top scholar, it would not work. Fortunately, Lord Cheng Zhiyuancheng, who was the governor of Bianliang at the time, had a good relationship with the top scholar and helped him again and again.

The incident lasted until the night before Duan Mingyu traveled, the top scholar was drunk again, his hands trembled, and he knocked down the kerosene lamp, and the house caught fire naturally. Fortunately, although his hands were trembling, his legs were still flexible, and he escaped the fire scene in a dirt. The top scholar sighed to the sky, "It's really bad luck and a miserable life." The top scholar was discouraged and had the idea of ​​suicide. He didn't dare to burn it to death once. I'm just right?

There is a Bian River outside Bianliang. Well, it is completely in line with the conditions for committing suicide, but God seems to be against this top scholar, and even his way of death does not follow his wishes. The top scholar, who had just walked to the suburbs, tripped by a small stone. Unfortunately, there was another sharp stone in the place where he fell. So the top scholar bleeds in the skull, and he became gloriously burping in less than three minutes. Then Duan Mingyu, who was as unlucky as himself, and who was drunk and miserable, came and traveled over.

Duan Mingyu rubbed his temples, Yoxi, it turned out to be like this. An old monk passed on the top scholar's skills for thirty years and was rescued by a man named Xu Zuye. I believe that based on his understanding of history, he could have a prosperous life by just finding a backer. Now... he is so hungry!

Duan Mingyu cooked a pot of porridge at Xu Zuye's house, and after eating half a pot of voraciousness, he patted his stomach contentedly. Alas, I haven't eaten for more than a thousand years, but I didn't expect to be so hungry, a sin! Then Duan Mingyu changed into Xu Zuye's clothes and went to Bianliang City for a walk. In the past and present, due to cause and effect, although Duan Mingyu was very unlucky, he at least understood one truth. After getting drunk, he would definitely take a taxi when he went home. If he really had no money, he would be better than burping threads. No beer, no cigarettes, no mobile phones, no computers, no karaoke, no night companionship with Sora Aoi, life, you can't be sadder than hunching threads.

Duan Mingyu turned to the evening in Bianliang City, and finally accepted this indisputable fact. Since he came, he was at ease and he should make a way for himself. Fortunately, Duan Mingyu liked reading martial arts novels the most during his lifetime, especially Li Xunhuan, with one knife in his hand, and was the most demeanor. So, he secretly practiced flying knives with his whole family, and he liked to use flying knives to carve some wooden clogs with flying knives. Now, hehe, the fresh stuff of wooden clogs must be popular, because I am a time traveler with a plug-in. It is produced by Duan Brother, and it must be fine. Wow, this top scholar is going to do a great project today and become a trendsetter at the forefront of the times and fashion... The most important thing is to thank the great Gu Long for the "The Passionate Swordsman" who accompanied me through my childhood.

When Duan Mingyu returned to Xu Zuye's house, the world was already covered with night. At this time, Duan Mingyu had already held a pile of scrapped wood in his hand and was preparing to resume his old business - making wooden clogs. In fact, it was just wooden slippers, but in ancient times, ahem, we have to change the elegant statement.

When passing by Xu Zuye's house, Duan Mingyu inevitably saw the deep black hole. You are the one who made such a big pit from such a high sky. Fortunately, Queen Mother blessed her, at least she didn't have any arms or legs. Duan Mingyu smiled bitterly in her heart and pushed the door open. Xu Zuye had not come back yet, and the house was large and had three houses. Duan Mingyu walked towards his room, which was decorated with a wooden bed for single sleeping and an ordinary set of tables and chairs. It was so simple that it could not be simple. Alas, let alone the pen, ink, paper and inkstone commonly used by literati in this room, there was not even a cheap oil lamp. Helplessly, with the bright moonlight, Duan Mingyu picked up a piece of unsatisfactory wooden block and began to carve wooden clogs calmly.
Chapter completed!