Chapter 1: The Traveler

Fortunately, my current body is that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, and it is generally healthy and robust. In the Jin merchant families, there is a tradition of training the younger generation in martial arts, and Zhang Han's physique has been well honed.

Was there an injury from the car accident, and was there excessive blood loss

Seeing Zhang Han open his eyes, the young lad's face was also filled with joy

Is the boy awake

This outfit is a standard attire of ancient people

There is no need to think so much anymore... What should we do in the future?

I can actually understand it myself

The other party joyfully said: "As long as my brother is fine, that's good."

Zhang Han was in a daze, feeling as if he were still asleep, and instinctively wanted to sit up straight.

The young servant approached again, his eye sockets dark with bruises. Zhang Han had awakened, but this time he did not dare to come too close.

My family originally came from a prestigious lineage, being half official and half merchant. My great-grandfather was Zhang Siwei, who once served as the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty... I know this person; he was a renowned minister in the early years of the Wanli era...

My great-grandfather was Zhang Taizheng, who once served as a councilor in Huguang. My grandfather, Zhang Yun, never passed the imperial examination and remained a mere scholar throughout his life, looked down upon by the clan. In a fit of anger, he moved the entire family from Puzhou, Shanxi, to Xinpingshan in Datong, becoming a complete merchant

I wonder whether this fellow Zeng Liu has escaped by luck or has also met his demise. After death, does he, like himself, have his soul traverse and merge with others, or does he completely dissipate, vanishing between heaven and earth?

A scream echoed in his ears, and Zhang Han felt a wave of relief wash over him, experiencing a sense of comfort, and thus he fainted again

He clearly had an accident while sitting in the car. Even if he woke up, the most appropriate place for him would be the hospital. If his injuries were not severe, he should be at home. However, the scene before him was completely beyond his imagination

The family business is called "He Yusheng," founded single-handedly by the late grandfather Zhang Yun. It primarily deals in groceries, grains, tea, cloth, and other materials. However, the specifics of how the business operates, the amount of capital, and the annual profits remain unclear. The late Zhang Han was previously a hands-off manager who knew nothing about the business. As Zhang Han rummaged through his memories, he found himself at a loss, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him.

Once again, the sound of this person's voice reached his ears, followed by the rustling noise. Then, Zhang Han felt someone reaching out, resting a hand on his back.

He murmured a little, feeling somewhat perplexed

At that moment, Zhang Han heard someone speaking nearby, with a rather strange accent, yet he surprisingly understood it.

He leaned against the bed, and the chaos in his mind gradually settled down

Brother, you are truly awake

I was originally named Zhang Han, born in the 30th year of the Wanli era

Ah ... ...

This is acceptable; the person supporting him at the moment appears to be a young boy, approximately fourteen or fifteen years old. He wears a green, folded-brim felt hat, a straight-collared red jacket, and a green inner garment. On his feet are black leather boots, with some frayed edges showing at the top, and the boots themselves seem somewhat worn and slightly oversized, not fitting very well.

In the past two years, Zhang Han has read quite a few books, mostly on political economy and history. He can immediately tell that this is a standard servant attire from the transition period between the Ming and Qing dynasties

Brother? Brother?

There is no need to doubt what production team this young servant belongs to; my memory is quite clear. This young man is named Zhang Chun, a servant born into the family, thus bearing the Zhang surname. He has been by Zhang Han's side since childhood, serving him diligently, and can be considered the most trusted and intimate person next to the deceased Zhang Han.

Zhang Han let out a low moan, fearing that this young servant would call out in a hurry, and he reluctantly responded with a sound

At this moment, he finally opened his eyes

At this moment, Zhang Han finally realized that the person in front of him was speaking with a very strong Shanxi accent

After taking a few sips of warm water poured from the tea kettle, Zhang Han reclined back on the bed. The bedding was thick, yet he still felt cold. Although there was a fire burning in the copper brazier in the room, it was still difficult to resist the severe chill. Zhang Han estimated that the temperature was at least around minus 10 degrees Celsius, and this was still indoors with a fire. If it were outside... Listening to the howling cold wind outside the window, Zhang Han shivered again.

Well... it's nothing now

Cold ... ... really cold, too cold!

The plots commonly found in novels and films often elicit a chuckle from everyone, yet no one has ever contemplated what the actual circumstances would be like if they were to occur in reality

... ...

In the ears of the speaker, Zhang Han's words held no meaning, merely a low, muffled groan.

Where exactly is this place? Who is joking with themselves? If someone were seriously injured in a car accident, even a sworn enemy like Wang Biao would probably not dare to make such an absurd joke

... ...

Everything in the past has, like flowing water, gone and will never return

Before me are walls made of blue bricks, and the bed I sleep on resembles a small room, surrounded by white curtains. The bed is made of solid hardwood, and Zhang Han's discerning eye immediately recognizes it as genuine Huanghuali wood. The blue bricks on the floor are polished to a bright shine. Opposite the window stands a large writing desk, equipped with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. To the west, against the wall, is a large bookcase, stacked with numerous thick, thread-bound books. At the eastern end, at my feet, is a small, ancient incense burner, emitting fragrant blue smoke. At the entrance is a wooden rack, on which rests a blue porcelain basin, alongside a tall clothing rack with several long robes draped over it. The blue bricks on the floor are polished to a bright shine. Opposite the window stands a large writing desk, equipped with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. To the west, against the wall, is a large bookcase, stacked with numerous thick, thread-bound books. At the eastern end, at my feet, is a small, ancient incense burner, emitting fragrant blue smoke. At the entrance is a wooden rack, on which rests a blue porcelain basin, alongside a tall clothing rack with several long robes draped over it.

Dying in a car accident, yet the soul remains undying, traversing back hundreds of years; Zhang Han never anticipated that such an event would occur to him.

Zhang Han's first thought was that he felt completely cold, chillingly cold, so cold that his whole body trembled, his teeth were chattering, and it felt as if he were submerged in ice water, with not a single warm spot on his body

Today, this illness is due to the hardships of studying. The weather in Xinpingbao during this cold winter month can truly be life-threatening. Zhang Han unfortunately caught a chill, but fortunately, the conditions at home should still be decent, which barely allowed him to cling to life... No, it cannot be said that he has clung to life; at the very least, the current owner of this body has actually already changed to another person... No, it cannot be said that he has clung to life; at the very least, the current owner of this body has actually already changed to another person...

Zhang Han's mind was in a state of chaos, with waves of pain surging through his brain. A multitude of disordered thoughts flooded his consciousness, as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of unprecedented experiences and memories that poured into his mind.

Brother, have some warm water

The young servant was slender in stature, his complexion a waxy yellow, yet he possessed considerable strength in his hands, easily supporting Zhang Han as he lifted him up from behind

The scene before him caused his eyes to widen in an instant, and deep within his gaze lay a profound sense of shock and disbelief

Zhang Han is indeed a person of unfortunate fate. His grandfather, Zhang Yun, passed away before reaching fifty, and his father, Zhang Cheng, died even earlier, leaving this world in his thirties. Now, only his mother and he remain in the family. In order to establish a household, Zhang Han is determined to pursue the imperial examination. In the bitter cold, he forgoes sleep, spending each night in this study, catching a chill, and nearly succumbing to illness... Oh, no, he has already succumbed... Oh, no, he has already succumbed...

He felt a surge of irritation in his heart as the young servant drew closer, the odor from his mouth quite unpleasant. Zhang Han's anger flared, and he clenched his fist, aiming a punch directly at the young man's eye socket

Looking at Zhang Chun, for some reason, Zhang Han thought of Zeng Liu, and a faint pain stirred in his heart

These decorations, the antique style of decoration cannot create such an atmosphere