Chapter 001: Comet

What skills do I possess that can shine in this era? Becoming a bounty hunter? That won't do; as a reincarnated individual, I cannot live such a desolate life.

The man's voice sounded again: "Take him away, my child from the Ou family has nothing to do with that jinx."

... ...

I understand firearms, but not bullets. I understand computers, but not manufacturing. I can drink alcohol, but cannot brew it. I can eat meals, but cannot farm. The most tragic part is that I only know the chronological order of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties, but I am not very clear on the details. After all, I am a police officer and have never thought about time traveling to catch criminals.

The eyes opened. A woman's voice was even more startled

Using fingers to count, cement can no longer be produced; making a clay figurine is barely possible. ... Gunpowder is also not feasible ... ? ... What? The police must understand gunpowder! ? One does not necessarily need to raise pigs to eat pork. ! Management is even more impossible; my team has been rated as the most undisciplined by the Special Administrative Region Police Department. If it weren't for my substantial achievements, I would have been dispatched to patrol the streets long ago.

One year from today, Ouyang stared blankly at a field, tears streaming down his face. After his own contemplation and analysis, he concluded that he was most likely reborn. No, that’s not right; rebirth implies a complete transition, at least with some identification and jewelry. His situation should be classified as reincarnation. God, if you are going to grant someone a rebirth, at least choose a good era. He still remembered the 3T numbers from the past two years; how could he be dropped into the Northern Song Dynasty? What benefits would there be in becoming an emperor in this barren age? Could he go online? Could he hang out at bars? Could he drink coffee? Could he watch television? Could he drive or make phone calls? God, if you are going to grant someone a rebirth, at least choose a good era. He still remembered the 3T numbers from the past two years; how could he be dropped into the Northern Song Dynasty? What benefits would there be in becoming an emperor in this barren age? Could he go online? Could he hang out at bars? Could he drink coffee? Could he watch television? Could he drive or make phone calls? The joys of life! All gone.

"Let me see the child." A faint voice; according to Ouyang's analysis, this should be the voice of the mother.

Upon realizing this, Ouyang saw a very young and delicate-looking woman at the bridgehead, gazing at him amidst the crowd. ... Sigh ... This is indeed his legendary "comet mother," who, at just nineteen years of age, married his stepfather as a concubine. Surely, a concubine would not be unaware of her status. In essence, she was merely a tool for reproduction, lacking identity, status, and any recognition in the family lineage. Moreover, it is not as the television dramas portray, where the concubine can be elevated to the position of the legitimate wife upon the latter's death. Not only that, but his children would have to call the legitimate wife "mother" and refer to her as "aunt." In truth, she was just a reproductive tool, without identity, status, or any acknowledgment in the family lineage, and it is not as the television dramas depict. His mother was indeed unfortunate; within three months of entering the household, the legitimate wife fell into a well, and her body was never recovered, possibly swept away by an underground river. Three months later, his stepfather suddenly died one night. Based on the rumors he heard, Ouyang could deduce that his stepfather was most likely a victim of alcohol poisoning. Then, a wandering Taoist priest declared that she was a harbinger of misfortune. ... Regardless of the circumstances, all the facts indicate that his mother is a comet, and he is an illegitimate child.

... It is estimated that it fell into some underdeveloped area, where the operating room and delivery room are surprisingly mixed together. This is not right! Someone was born, yet no one cried? ... Could it be that ...

"Bah! Whoever speaks carelessly, I will cut out her tongue," shouted a middle-aged man from a short distance.

Looking is one thing, but you must not come over! ... Ouyang prays to God ... God will not come to China until the Ming Dynasty, and it is unlikely he can attend to matters here; it is more reliable to pray to the Jade Emperor. My current adoptive father, who is also my and Tushu's biological uncle, is not an easy person to deal with. He has one son and two daughters; the son is a county officer, and the daughters have married well, all from scholarly families. My uncle himself is a village head and also serves as the village chief of Oujiazhuang, in addition to being the head of the Oujia clan. In that era, he was like a local emperor, representing the highest authority in Oujiazhuang. From minor issues like losing chickens and ducks to major events like marriage and childbirth, everyone had to seek his judgment. In just one year, three children in Oujiazhuang turned one year old, and all their names were given by him ... Oh right ... Today I turn one year old, and I need to have a name; I heard I also need a nickname similar to 'Gou Sheng' (Dog Sheng). From minor issues like losing chickens and ducks to major events like marriage and childbirth, everyone had to seek his judgment. In just one year, three children in Oujiazhuang turned one year old, and all their names were given by him ... Oh right ... Today I turn one year old, and I need to have a name; I heard I also need a nickname similar to 'Gou Sheng' (Dog Sheng)

Not dead? That can't be possible, right? I even wrote my last words. Ouyang opened his eyes and looked around, only to find everything was a blur. ... Then he felt his body being pulled back and forth, and he was wrapped in a layer of gauze. Damn, who is pulling my little JJ...

This woman is called Aunt Wang, and her specific role is that of a wet nurse. Ouyang shook his head, as he resisted drinking milk, thus casting doubt on her identity as a wet nurse. Aside from her loud voice, there is not much else to say about her

So toxic? In this day and age, still talking about the "sweeping star"? That is a comet. Uncle, could you please have a bit of culture? Ouyang deeply recognized that as a police officer, it is his duty to stop such personal discrimination. Even if one cannot see clearly: "Wow..." Dazed, even the voice was hurt. Ouyang suddenly realized that he had fallen from an airplane; being alive was already quite good. It would be best not to be missing any parts, and if he could avoid disfigurement, that would be ideal. If disfigurement was unavoidable, let it be the buttocks; with more folds of skin, it would be more comfortable to sit. If it really came to that, the heels could also be sacrificed! ... Hey! I am a severely injured person who fell from an airplane; I should be on a stretcher, not carried like this. I am a police officer, not a doll, so stop poking me. Ouyang was dazed, realizing he had fallen from an airplane; being alive was already quite good. It would be best not to be missing any parts, and if he could avoid disfigurement, that would be ideal. If disfigurement was unavoidable, let it be the buttocks; with more folds of skin, it would be more comfortable to sit. If it really came to that, the heels could also be sacrificed! ... Hey! I am a severely injured person who fell from an airplane; I should be on a stretcher, not carried like this. I am a police officer, not a doll, so stop poking me. ... So sleepy, I will sleep first; when I wake up, I will definitely report you for molesting a patient. Ouyang is investigating the case; none of you can escape. I have evidence to arrest you, and if there is no evidence, I will fabricate evidence to arrest you. Still touching, when will it end? ... The wind blows, and it feels chilly. ... I will settle the score later; I am so sleepy. Ouyang is investigating the case; none of you can escape. I have evidence to arrest you, and if there is no evidence, I will fabricate evidence to arrest you. Still touching, when will it end? ... The wind blows, and it feels chilly. ... I will settle the score later; I am so sleepy.

The baby has gone out! Ouyang was still deep in thought when a woman in her thirties picked him up.

A son has been born, a son has been born! It is a young master!

Going to the market is actually quite uninteresting. This place is called Oujiazhuang, with just over a hundred households. There is a market every five days, and after a year of observation, the vendors are still the same, bustling as ever. However, Oujiazhuang does have some history. When Zhao Kuangyin established the Song Dynasty, he famously released military power over a cup of wine. One of his generals, Shi Shouxin, had a subordinate with the surname Ou, who returned to his hometown. Zhao Kuangyin was generous; with a stroke of his pen, Oujiazhuang was designated as a special estate by the emperor, exempt from taxes for two hundred years. Additionally, being situated by the mountains and near a lake, although it is a small village, the residents live quite well.

I told you not to come over, yet you still did! Ouyang was anxious; he did not want to see his mother being bullied. Although he was a reincarnated person, just one glance at her pitiful state was enough. She had not been driven out of the Ouyang family village, but she was only getting by by doing mending work for others. If you come over, just come over; don't say anything. Your son's ex-girlfriend is older than you.

The most important reason for going to the police academy at the age of eighteen is that my grades were too poor. Although I was not the absolute last in my class, I was not far from it. As for my university diploma, it was not obtained through any scientific knowledge, but rather through a bit of trickery to qualify for the position of senior inspector.

"Why aren't you crying?" A female voice sounded in Ouyang's ear: "It can't be that you're mute..."