Chapter 1, The Young Master of the Lin Family

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Is this my own home? Looking around, Lin Mufeng felt a mix of emotions, both sentimental and wistful. As the gentle breeze blew, his thoughts surged, and memories of his past life flashed before his eyes like scenes from a film—has he truly bid farewell to the past?

(4) The glazed tiles used in ancient palaces are not made of glass; rather, they are a type of glazed pottery, fundamentally different from glassware.

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The intricately carved beams and painted rafters of the house, the antique and elegant utensils, the strangely archaic clothing... All of this told Zhang Yang that he had traversed time. The former Zhang Yang had perished, and the self that had been reborn was Lin Mufeng, a wealthy young man from Yidu County, Yanshen Town, Qingzhou Prefecture, during the late Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty (1395). However, for some reason, it seemed that only his own memories resided in his mind, while the memories of this wealthy young man appeared in an extremely vague state.

Young Master! The four of them shouted in unison

Standing under the somewhat scorching sun, he took a deep breath; this is the air of the Ming Dynasty. Hmm, indeed, the air is fresh, quite refreshing.

"Sir, please get up." Lin Mufeng was startled and quickly helped him up, turning to look at Old Lin with a puzzled expression, "What happened?"

Young master! Are you awake?" A young smiling face leaned in. The eyes squinted into a narrow slit, and a strong garlic odor emanated from the mouth.

Is this luck or misfortune? He苦笑着牵动了一下嘴角, his eyes slowly opened. Sooner or later, he must face it; lying down all the time is not a solution. He has already been lying on the bed with his eyes closed, "contemplating" for a day and a night.

It is the scorching summer season. Outside the door, the cicadas are tirelessly calling out with their voices. As Lin Mufeng stepped out of the room, he suddenly paused, murmuring to himself, "What about that wolf? Since I have crossed over, has that wolf also been reborn?"

(6) This book is a time-travel YY novel. If you wish to read rigorous and orthodox history or are a purist, please refer to the official historical texts. Thank you

Although Ming Dynasty porcelain was at its peak, it still primarily focused on "practical" use, with "decorative" aspects being secondary. As a result, the craftsmanship of large vessels was not yet mature, with some exceptions for official kilns; I am referring to folk kilns.

The door creaked open. A voice filled with disappointment and anxiety emerged, "Old steward! Old Meng is truly incompetent; this time the firing has failed again, with the glaze cracking. Several days of hard work have turned into defective products."

"The red lotus fragrance lingers on the jade mat in autumn, the moon is full in the western tower, the hardest to comprehend is the sorrow of parting." Lin Mufeng murmured despondently, transcending into the ancient time of several hundred years ago. He could not help but feel a touch of the melancholic sensitivity characteristic of ancient poets, intertwined with his emotions and books. This feeling was elusive and intangible, an unspoken melancholy tearing at his almost numb nerves.

(3) The ancient method of making glazed pottery was already lost during the Ming Dynasty, and it was not until the Qing Dynasty that it was restored by later generations, eventually developing into a scale in modern times. In its evolution to the present day, only the name "glazed pottery" remains, while its "connotation" has long diverged from its original meaning.

"Indeed, Lin Hu, don't you think that not only has the young master lost his memory, but his temperament is also quite different from before? He speaks more gently, no longer uses foul language, and even the way he looks at people has changed... It's as if he has become a different person." This was the voice of Qing Xia.

The girlfriend I couldn't win over, the unfinished series of inside-painted snuff bottles depicting the 108 heroes of Liangshan, the gentle and adorable Persian cat at home, the 120 square meter apartment for which I just made the down payment, and so on... A myriad of reluctance and longing flooded in, leaving my heart in a state of confusion

Old Lin and Lin Hu exchanged glances with Qing Yun and Qing Xia, then stepped back. As Qing Yun walked away, she murmured softly, "Uncle Old Lin, how could a perfectly fine person suddenly wake up with amnesia after getting drunk? How strange!"

There was no other way; he had to feign amnesia to ascertain his current situation from the servant Lin Hu. Lin Tao and Lin Mu were both 18 years old, and their parents had passed away two years prior. In the household, there was only a recently married wife, who, it was said, had yet to consummate the marriage, though the reasons remained unknown. There were four household servants: Lin Hu and his father, the old steward Lin Tou, who had served the family for many years, and two young maidens named Qing Yun and Qing Xia, who were handmaidens brought by his wife, Liu Ruomei.

After waiting for a long time, Lin Hu's tea still had not been served. Lin Mufeng cleared his throat twice, feeling a persistent itch in his throat that was quite uncomfortable

However, at that moment, he could not afford to think about these matters. What he needed to consider was how to survive in the Ming Dynasty with this identity and body. He let out a long sigh, fortunate that it was the Ming Dynasty, a period he was very familiar with and fond of. Not only had he read several historical novels, but he had also spent some of his spare time studying Ming history, so he would not be completely oblivious to his surroundings

Amidst the chaotic thoughts, a sudden and urgent knocking sound came from the door in front of the shadow wall. Inside the side room, Old Lin, trembling, pushed the door open and hurried forward, calling out: "They have arrived, they have arrived!"

"Be quiet, we are merely servants; do not speak ill of the young master behind his back," Old Lin scolded in a low voice.

This is a sizable courtyard, with a venerable osmanthus tree standing in the center of the courtyard. Beneath the tree, there is a well, accompanied by a stone table and several stone stools. To the north of the courtyard are the three rooms that comprise the living quarters and study where he was just located. To the south, there are two additional side rooms. On the west side, there is a semicircular arched door in the wall, with two red wooden doors slightly ajar. To the east, there is a screen wall; turning around, it is likely that the main gate of the residence is there. On the west side, there is a semicircular arched door in the wall, with two red wooden doors slightly ajar. To the east, there is a screen wall; turning around, it is likely that the main gate of the residence is there.

Lin Mufeng slowly raised his head, casually tugging at the long robe that felt very unfamiliar, and gradually turned around, forcing a faint smile.

A middle-aged man, dressed in coarse cloth and wearing a black net scarf, with a face marked by the toils of life, walked in in a daze. Upon seeing Lin Mufeng, he fell to his knees with a thud, exclaiming, "Young Master, Young Master!"

Lin Mufeng listened to their discussions in the room and thought to himself, it seems that the person whose soul I have reincarnated into is not a good character either. Just by observing the disdainful yet fearful expressions and gazes of the two young maidservants when they first entered, he could vaguely infer a few things.

(5) The term "internal painting" refers to the art of painting within a confined space, such as the engraving within a glass bottle. If you are not familiar with it, you may search for more information on Baidu.

Get to the point

"No need, perhaps in a few days it will be fine, you don't have to worry." Lin Mufeng smiled slightly and gently shook his head, "You all can go down, I—this young master wants to be alone for a while."

"Yes, young master, please wait a moment; Lin Hu will go prepare tea for you right away." Lin Hu hurriedly ran out.

(1) The term "Liuli" as used in this book refers to a narrow definition of "Liuli," specifically the ancient craft of Liuli making, and does not pertain to modern industrially mass-produced glassware.

Fortunately, my retired father still has my elder sister to enjoy his company; otherwise—thinking of this, Lin Mufeng felt a slight moisture at the corners of his eyes

After a while, a cacophony of footsteps approached. In this relatively spacious and elegantly decorated bedroom, four individuals entered. One was Lin Hu from earlier, holding a cup of tea; another was a benevolent-looking elderly man; and the other two were young girls of similar age, dressed in light green thin shirts and short skirts.

Old Lin respectfully said: "Young Master, you should rest for a while. I will go find a doctor to take a look at you and see if your health has been affected by drunkenness. How could you forget who you are?"

He frowned slightly, moved the limbs of this body that originally did not belong to him, and slowly sat up. Looking at the short and stout young man in ancient attire before him, Lin Hu, a servant of the Lin residence, let out a deep sigh and said, "Lin Hu, pour me a glass of water."

I actually traveled through time?

Lin Mufeng steadied himself, got out of bed, and while examining himself in a copper mirror in the room, murmured to himself: not bad at all, much more handsome than the 'me' from my previous life, and moreover, this long gown made of blue cloth seems to be more elegant than the jacket and jeans I wore before the transition