The autumn wind blew, and the sky was slightly cold.
In a dilapidated courtyard stood a delicate youth. He looked left and right with a dumbfounded expression.
"I seemed to be chatting just now. Why did I suddenly come here?”
The young man looked down at his tattered but clean clothes and was even more confused.
Because he was wearing an ancient gown!
Kidnapped?
Impossible, who would kidnap someone and put on such clothes?
A prank?
Thinking about it, it didn't seem right.
The young man's name was Jiang Fengyu, a very poetic name.
In reality, he wasn't a sociable person. Although he had friends, he didn't have friends who were so bored that they would joke around like this.
"Did I transmigrate?"
Jiang Fengyu's mouth twitched slightly.
Thinking of this possibility, he felt a little annoyed. This kind of legendary good thing would fall on him. He always felt that it was a little unreliable.
What would happen next? Would the tiger's body tremble, and the little brother kneel on the ground, with beautiful women fighting to serve him?
"Phew!"
He let out a deep breath.
Jiang Fengyu shook his head and threw away those unrealistic thoughts.
The most important thing now was to figure out where he was!
He looked around and confirmed one thing-even if he had transmigrated, he would have transmigrated to a poor person. He would not be the son of an emperor.
This house was really too shabby!
To be honest, Jiang Fengyu had only seen such a dilapidated house on television.
First, there were windows, and they were extremely transparent!
Second, there was a door…but it was a thin wooden board leaning against the door frame, which could barely be called a door.
Third…
Jiang Fengyu looked down at the ground under his feet.
It was obvious that he was a self-reliant guy who often grew vegetables here. He probably didn't have the money to buy vegetables.
" Judging by my looks, the possibility of transmigration is 100%…"
Jiang Fengyu sighed.
His luck was simply too bad. So what if he transmigrated, but he actually transmigrated into the body of a poor dog. This made him, who was a veteran poor dog in his previous life, very sad.
"And he seems to be alone.”
Jiang Fengyu thought for a moment, then turned around and walked into the house.
It was empty!
The dilapidated house was divided into two rooms. One was the bedroom, and the other was the study.
The bedroom was ordinary, with a wooden bed. It looked old. To save space, there was not even a table. They probably ate on the bed.
As for the study, it was much cleaner.
A table, a chair, an oil lamp, and a pile of books were neatly placed on the table and in the corner. Although they looked old and shabby, they were in good condition.
From this, it could be seen that this fellow was a person who loved reading!
"Hmm?"
Jiang Fengyu's gaze moved slightly as he looked at the open book.
The words were not the simplified Chinese characters that he was familiar with!
"It looks like traditional Chinese characters."
Jiang Fengyu muttered to himself.
He picked up the book and casually flipped through a few pages. He realized that he could actually recognize these words. They were not unfamiliar at all!
"This…"
Jiang Fengyu was stunned.
In the next moment.
Suddenly, some information about his identity and everything about this place flooded into his mind!
"I am…a poor scholar?"
Jiang Fengyu's eyes twitched slightly. He moved.
The information in his mind indicated that this body of his was also called Jiang Fengyu. He lived up to his name, and his life had been full of ups and downs. He had studied hard and had yet to obtain an official rank.
Moreover, his parents had died when he was young. It seemed that he was able to live until now because he had a rich relative.
"However, that relative seems to have always wanted to take this courtyard for himself.”
Jiang Fengyu muttered.
This courtyard seemed to be quite valuable…This was also the only thing worth gratifying for now.
According to the fragmented memories, Jiang Fengyu learned that although this so-called "home" was very dilapidated, it was located in the center of the city.
More than once, someone had proposed to buy the title deed, but they were all sternly rejected by the former Jiang Fengyu.
The reason was, how could he abandon the family property of his ancestors?
To put it simply, he would rather starve to death than sell it!
Then, he really died.
Of course, it wasn't because he starved to death, but because he was poisoned to death!
"So, this body is still poisoned?”
The corner of Jiang Fengyu's mouth twitched, and he felt a little uncomfortable." Am I going to die as soon as I transmigrated?!”
He was very unwilling.
However, there seemed to be no other way.
It was a fool's dream to see a doctor. He estimated that the money on him was only enough for a few meals.
"If I am lucky enough to not die."
" I'll make you pay with your blood!" Jiang Fengyu's eyes were cold as he swore fiercely." The so-called 'relative' who harmed me, I will make you pay with your blood!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand suddenly felt a burning sensation.
"Hmm?"
Jiang Fengyu subconsciously lowered his head and was surprised to find a familiar pattern on the back of his left hand.
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