Chapter 0003 has returned

Um ... ...

After staying for two days in that drafty and foul-smelling woodshed, Yang Feng was certain that even Einstein would be of no use in such a hellish place. If he continued to stay there, he would starve to death within half a month. The reason was simple: a young man who had lived in the twenty-first century, had never done any farm work, and was unaccustomed to manual labor, would be utterly useless in such an environment

Ah ... ...

Looking at the vigilant gazes of the villagers in this unfamiliar village, Yang Feng felt as cold as the current weather. Cold and hungry, he managed to exchange the few remaining coins he had for some coarse grain cakes mixed with a large amount of wild vegetables from a skeptical old farmer. When Yang Feng took the first bite, a bitter and astringent taste almost overwhelmed his taste buds. After one bite, he nearly threw away the remaining coarse grain cake; such food would only be fit to feed pigs in the twenty-first century. However, for Yang Feng at this moment, it was a lifesaver.

After Yang Feng's mood settled, he often let out a sigh and slumped into the chair. Feeling his stomach beginning to rumble as he sought something to appease his internal organs, he suddenly felt a sticky sensation on his body. When he reached out to touch himself, a thick, dark substance immediately appeared on his hand, followed by a nauseating stench that wafted into his nose

Lai Fu Inn

"Huo Shini Ma, are you looking for death!"

When the silver light dissipated, Yang Feng found himself in a desolate forest. After trekking through the wilderness all night, he finally arrived at a village and saw many ragged, emaciated villagers, whom he had only seen on television. After inquiring, he learned that he had actually arrived in the Ming Dynasty, leaving him dumbfounded. Although time travel has become a popular theme in many novels today, this kind of journey was not what Yang Feng had hoped for. In this hurried transition to the Ming Dynasty, all he had besides a copper mirror were a few coins commonly known as "steel coins".

With the bright moonlight streaming in through the window, Yang Feng sat on the chair by the window, carefully contemplating the bronze mirror in his hand

As a result of this consequence, Yang Feng had no choice but to once again pick up the whetstone and begin to rub against the copper mirror. As the rust gradually faded, the true face of Lushan Mountain began to reveal itself. The mirror absorbed more and more moonlight, and after nearly half an hour, when the entire radiance surrounded Yang Feng, his body, which was vigorously rubbing the copper mirror, suddenly stiffened. A feeling both familiar and unfamiliar surged through his entire being. The mirror absorbed more and more moonlight, and after nearly half an hour, when the entire radiance surrounded Yang Feng, his body, which was vigorously rubbing the copper mirror, suddenly stiffened. A feeling both familiar and unfamiliar surged through his entire being.

Soon, a series of Nanjing dialect curses echoed from the community, startling Yang Feng, who had originally intended to shout a few times, causing him to swallow his voice back down.

Looking at the shimmering spot on the mirror, Yang Feng just wanted to slap his own hand. This truly confirms the old saying: if you don't seek death, you won't die. Speaking of which, this copper mirror can be considered an heirloom passed down from Yang Feng's ancestors. Ever since his parents passed away due to illness, Yang Feng had kept it stored away in a box. Just a few days ago, when he accidentally dug out this copper mirror, he had a sudden whim to wipe off its rust and restore its original appearance. Thus, the subsequent "tragedy" unfolded.

This copper mirror is only the size of a palm. It is estimated that due to its age, the surface of the mirror is already covered with rust. However, what is strange is that when the moonlight shines on the surface, some areas that have not been eroded by rust actually emit faint silver glimmers, and to Yang Feng, these silver lights seem to possess a certain spirit.

Looking at the familiar makeshift bed made of crude wooden planks beside him, and then glancing at the poster hanging above the headboard featuring a smiling beauty facing him, Yang Feng, in disbelief, pinched his thigh hard. When a sharp pain shot through his mind, Yang Feng finally believed that he had returned to the familiar era

Indeed, this was the most genuine thought of Yang Feng at that time. This reflects the instinctive reaction of a twenty-two-year-old young man, who, despite having no house, no car, and not even a girlfriend, is struggling alone in a big city after losing both parents, upon seeing an item that could potentially be worth a great deal of money

In the past two days, Yang Feng has not neglected to study the culprit that brought him to the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, every night during this period, the sky has been shrouded in thick dark clouds. There is not a trace of moonlight, let alone a single candlelight. One cannot expect this old farmer to kindly offer him even half a candle or light an oil lamp. In this era, candles and lamp oil are considered luxury items. It is not just a matter of whether the old farmer has them at home; even if someone does, they would not lend them to you.

Yang Feng let out a startled cry, and without having time to speak, he quickly removed his clothes at the fastest speed and then rushed into the nearby bathroom

Moreover, during these past two days, Yang Feng discovered something strange. Before arriving in this time and space, after a thorough cleaning, the copper mirror had already shown some signs of smoothness. However, after coming to this time and space, some of the rust that he had previously wiped away unexpectedly began to reappear, and it seemed to be gradually recovering its former state. Observing this phenomenon, which clearly defies common sense, a phrase involuntarily surfaced in Yang Feng's mind... Divine objects conceal themselves.

He let out a long sigh and slumped into the chair, recalling the energy of the past few days, a feeling of being in a different world lingered in his heart. The unkind gazes of a few good-for-nothings in that nameless village and the cold, almost suspicious attitudes of the emaciated villagers towards him were still fresh in Yang Feng's memory. If it hadn't been for the few coins in his pocket that he used to buy some coarse grain cakes from an old farmer, which even pigs would disdain, he would have probably starved to death long ago. The unkind gazes of a few good-for-nothings in that nameless village and the cold, almost suspicious attitudes of the emaciated villagers towards him were still fresh in Yang Feng's memory. If it hadn't been for the few coins in his pocket that he used to buy some coarse grain cakes from an old farmer, which even pigs would disdain, he would have probably starved to death long ago

After spending another night in the firewood pile of the shed, Yang Feng finally realized that staying here would only lead to a dead end. Therefore, he decided to leave the village and head to Nanjing City, which was more than ten miles away. Early in the morning, after saying a word to the old farmer's family, Yang Feng left the village without hesitation. What happened next was understood by everyone.

Forget it... I don't want to think too much anymore. It's better to go back to work properly when the sun rises tomorrow. Although life is a bit tight, compared to another time and space, people in this era are already living as if in paradise. Yang Feng comforted himself like this

With desire comes motivation. When Yang Feng thought about how his future life might change because of this treasure, he rubbed the whetstone more diligently. However, tragedy struck. After Yang Feng continued to polish for more than ten minutes, just as the copper mirror was about to gradually regain its original luster, the originally soft glow on the mirror suddenly intensified. A burst of light enveloped Yang Feng, and when the light disappeared a few seconds later, both Yang Feng and the copper mirror had vanished from the rental apartment.

A scream filled with surprise, excitement, and an indescribable emotion erupted in the Spring River Garden community, so loud in the stillness of the deep night that it startled a large part of the neighborhood

The experiences mentioned above have left Yang Feng with little fondness for the people of that era. Although Yang Feng understands that the villagers, who can barely feed themselves, are unable to feel sympathy for an outsider, he cannot seem to overcome this mental barrier.

An hour later, Yang Feng, who had finally managed to wash away the dirt from his body, emerged from the bathroom

Here it comes again

This is the name of the inn where Yang Feng currently resides. The inn is not large, measuring only about five to six hundred square meters. The room where Yang Feng stays is even smaller, containing only a bed, a table, and a chair. After all, given Yang Feng's current financial difficulties, it is better to save wherever possible.

Many novels feature protagonists who, after falling into misfortune, encounter kind-hearted individuals who provide them with food and drink, and even offer their daughters in marriage. However, reality is harsh, and those with such notions should better wash up and go to sleep. Yang Feng is certain that if he does not take action by tomorrow, that old farmer will definitely drive him away. As for compassion and sympathy... can these things be eaten?

Thus, Yang Feng temporarily settled in this nameless small mountain village. Indeed, the term 'settled' is the only way to describe it, as no one was willing to take him in. Therefore, Yang Feng had no choice but to plead with the old farmer who sold him coarse grain pancakes to allow him to stay for two nights. Initially, the old farmer was somewhat reluctant, but in the end, after Yang Feng produced a coin for him, the old farmer reluctantly agreed to let Yang Feng sleep in his firewood shed

When Yang Feng finally managed to calm his emotions a little, his first action was like that of most people: he grabbed the second-hand Sony Ericsson K700c phone from the bedside. As he pressed the button, the phone's color screen immediately lit up. When Yang Feng saw the date January 2, 2006, appearing on the screen, the anxiety he had been holding onto finally eased.

I am back, I am finally back

In Yang Feng's view, removing the rust from this bronze mirror should not be difficult, at most taking a little over ten minutes to complete. However, when Yang Feng personally took action, he discovered that the rust on this bronze mirror was far more stubborn than he had anticipated. After nearly half an hour of vigorous rubbing with a whetstone, he could only manage to reveal a slight glimmer from the mirror.

As Yang Feng was doing all of this, it happened to be nighttime. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that when he vigorously rubbed the copper mirror with a whetstone, the moonlight streaming in from the window illuminated the polished surface of the mirror, producing a faint silver glow. This glow was exceptionally soft, captivating anyone who gazed upon it. Upon witnessing this scene, Yang Feng was first astonished and then filled with joy. Even he, no matter how dull, understood that this ancestral copper mirror was most likely a treasure. If he could clean off the rust and restore the mirror's luster, he could surely make a significant profit by showcasing it on a treasure appraisal program. This would ensure that he could live the rest of his life without financial worries.

A warm current began to surge into his body from the outside, followed by a wave of comfort that spread from within to his entire being, causing him to feel light and airy all over. This sensation was so intoxicating that when Yang Feng finally awakened, he realized he had returned to his familiar place

Which fool is staying up all night, busy with reincarnation

As a young person in the twenty-first century who frequently reads online literature, one is naturally no stranger to the concept of time travel. Many people fantasize about how impressive they would be if they were to travel back to ancient times, using their knowledge and skills to dominate and command respect. However, Yang Feng can share his own painful lessons to inform those ambitious youths about the harsh realities of life in ancient times.

Fortunately... fortunately, it seems that I did not experience the unfortunate scenario of traveling through time and returning after a hundred years.