Chapter 1: Crossing the Tang Dynasty

Old Master, shall we discuss this further?

Miss, please take your time. I... I forgot how to use the lock

Cough cough

Well, no matter how significant the matter is, we must first attend to the formalities. Your father has to explain things to me, and you are still here talking nonsense while being improperly dressed. Hurry up and go listen to the instructions; that is the priority. Don't bother with your appearance now; your father has already passed away, and what is there to explain

Jia Yi does not remember when dry grass was spread on his bed. Who is so unscrupulous as to put grass under his sheets for fun?

Come quickly with me, my father has something to tell you

After a long ordeal, Jia Yicai walked out of the room in disheveled clothing, while Lin Ruyu stood at the entrance of the courtyard, her face still flushed, not having moved a single step inside

At that moment, countless unfamiliar memories that did not belong to Jia Yi surged into his mind: "The second year of the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty," "the servant of the Lin family tavern," "the decline of a wealthy family," and "a house slave sharing the same name as himself." A multitude of chaotic memories flooded his consciousness, leaving Jia Yi's face filled with astonishment. What was happening? Had he truly become a dreamer of a thousand years?

This young girl, Jia Yi, is none other than Lin Ruyu, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, who sold herself into servitude in her previous life. It was only after Lin Ruyu's reminder that Jia Yi became aware of her attire. The linen shorts are quite comfortable to wear, but the lack of any restraint for the little brother inside is rather distracting, cough cough. It truly is a matter of concern for appearances

Suddenly, he sprang up from the bed, reached out to lift the bed sheet, and in the dim light, saw a straw mat. In an instant, his worldview was completely shattered

"Master." After Jia Yi realized that he had sold himself into servitude, he adjusted his attitude. Although he was not yet able to kneel, it was still acceptable for him to slightly lower his head and greet Old Master Lin.

What is going on here? Human trafficking? If this were the twenty-first century, anyone who dared to say such a thing to my face would be beaten to death by Jia Yi. Yet now, this has become a perfectly normal occurrence. My status is merely that of a household servant, akin to the family pets, and when there is no money, I can be used as a means to exchange for cash...

The refreshing fragrance glided past the tip of Jia Yi's nose, and he was certain that in this life and the next, he had never encountered such a delightful scent, one that was unlike any perfume.

Looking at this low table, along with the mat beside it, it should be from before the Song Dynasty, as the Song Dynasty had already begun using chairs. What period is it? It is impossible to determine, as there is nothing in the courtyard that can prove the period. Turning to look at the house I just came out of, unknown dried vegetables hang all over the wall, a pile of firewood is stacked in the corner, an axe is inserted into a wooden stump, and beside the house is a thatched shed, with a door made of thin wooden strips concealing the items inside the shed, making it difficult for Jia to see clearly. Turning to look at the house I just came out of, unknown dried vegetables hang all over the wall, a pile of firewood is stacked in the corner, an axe is inserted into a wooden stump, and beside the house is a thatched shed, with a door made of thin wooden strips concealing the items inside the shed, making it difficult for Jia to see clearly

Instinctively reaching out to pull the door, there is no handle at the point of contact, a frayed rope is tied to the dilapidated wooden door

Turning around to look at the window, a piece of yellow paper completely covered it. My anger surged, extending over a meter. Damn it, which bastard from mhetushu.com covered my window with paper?

Furious, Jia Yi took a swift step to the window, grasped the paper on it, and with a "sizzle" sound, tore off a large piece. The paper was slick with oil, and in no time at all, the paper on the window was completely torn away.

The road is an unpaved path that has not undergone any modifications, akin to what Lu Dada said: "In the world, there is originally no road; when many people walk it, it becomes a road." It is bumpy and uneven, and just a little rain guarantees that it will turn into a muddy pond.

I intend to sell you

"If I had known what these straps were for, I wouldn't need you to tell me." Although he thought this in his heart, Jia Yi still tightened the numerous straps on his body, making him appear somewhat more orderly, yet his clothes were still worn askew

Regardless of who it is, this matter must be addressed with the landlord. Although we are only renting the cheapest bungalow, it is not acceptable to allow just anyone into my room

What is this, why is it so prickly? In his sleep, Jia Yi felt as if something was poking at his back. Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed whatever it was, bringing it to his eyes. Well, it was dry grass; whoever lies here will be pricked by this.

The Lin family is not far from the restaurant. After walking for a quarter of an hour behind Lin Ruyu, they arrived at a large gate. The two large characters "Lin Fu" were prominently displayed on a plaque, hanging high above the entrance, indicating the ownership of this residence to all.

Creak ... ...

The Lin family, which consists of three daughters and an old man who is bedridden with a cold, has been experiencing a decline in their restaurant's business for reasons unknown. The restaurant has become increasingly deserted, and the income has dwindled to the point where it barely suffices for the Lin family's daily needs.

No matter how much Jia Yi curses or complains, the fact that he has arrived in the Tang Dynasty is indisputable and cannot be changed in any way. Since it cannot be altered, he can only try to accept this harsh reality.

Staring blankly at the lush green elm tree, Jia Yi reluctantly chose to believe in that word—time travel

Just as Jia Yi was entangled in the question of why he had crossed over, the gate of the small courtyard was slowly opened. A beautiful young girl dressed in a green silk long dress, with a pink silk scarf draped over her arm, and her black hair styled in an elegant bun, walked in gracefully, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Lin Ruyu opened the door and stepped inside first, followed closely by Jia Yi. From the memories left behind, Jia Yi recalled that this was a three-courtyard residence. Although it could not be considered a wealthy household, it was still a place of modest means.

A term suddenly appeared in Jia's mind, but he still found it hard to believe. He swallowed hard and reached out to pull open the wooden door

Ah, Jia Yi, you scoundrel, why are you throwing a tantrum? Hurry back, get dressed, and come out again

Where exactly is this? Jia Yi squatted down with his head in his hands, truly unable to understand how he could fall asleep and end up at hetushu.com in ancient times; this is not scientific

Creak creak

"Who has replaced my railing?" Upon closer inspection, there was no trace of the railing; it was clearly an ancient window frame, the most common type with a grid pattern.

"Have you been sleeping too soundly? How could you forget how to use the lock?" Lin Ruyu's delicate face still bore a faint blush. After glancing at Jia Yiyi, she turned back and skillfully locked the door at the front.

It was only when the young girl saw Jia Yi squatting on the ground that her fair and delicate face instantly turned bright red. A sharp scream, reminiscent of a golden oriole, escaped from her cherry-like lips, and she quickly turned around.

As his gaze shifted away from the obstruction of the window paper, everything before Jia Yi left him momentarily stunned. The yard, once filled to the brim with various industrial waste, had vanished, replaced by a half-height water tank standing in the corner. Two vibrant green elm trees stood proudly in the center of the yard, while several cushions surrounded a wooden low table. A few ceramic bowls were placed around a clay container, exuding an antique charm that left Jia Yi bewildered, his mind struggling to comprehend the scene. "Has the landlord lost his mind?"

"Jia Yi, look at how you present yourself; why don't you quickly tidy up your clothes?" Lin Ruyu said, taking two steps back to stand outside the door, as if Jia Yi were not a person but a beast.

Before even entering the house, a fit of coughing was heard, and upon listening to the distinctly tremulous cough, Jia Yi acutely realized that the old master Lin's lifespan would not be long. If this illness were in modern times, it could be cured in two or three days, but at this moment, whether even a celestial being could cure it remained an unknown.

Blushing, I hurried back to the room to look for my clothes. The T-shirt was gone, the jeans were also missing, leaving only a loose pair of pants and a long shirt that had been used as a bedsheet. Where on earth are the buttons? And what are these straps for?

He shot a displeased glance at the girl and followed her out of the courtyard

"Well, I asked the young lady to call you here today because there is something I need to discuss with you," said Old Master Lin, leaning against the headboard with the assistance of his two daughters, as he spoke softly to Jia Yi

Jia Yi did not speak, merely casting a glance at the remaining two daughters of Old Master Lin. It is truly puzzling how this emaciated, skeletal figure could have three daughters as beautiful as flowers.

The sound of the wooden door rubbing against the door hinge was particularly jarring, yet Jia Yi remained oblivious to it, stepping directly out of the room and looking around in confusion.

The gray, overcast sky has vanished, replaced by a layer of azure. The roaring sounds of cars have ceased, giving way to the chirping of cicadas and insects. The distant skyscrapers have disappeared, with no substitutes in sight; they have simply vanished without reason.

After passing through two halls, Jia Yi followed Lin Ruyu directly into the old master Lin's bedroom. The antique-style house no longer contained anything of value; not a single basic decorative item was present. Judging by this, it seemed that Old Master Lin had been ill for quite some time.

The petty-minded Jia Yi wanted to lock the door with a lock, but looking at the two strange objects in his hand, he truly could not understand how to use them. Therefore, he decided to let the young girl do the locking instead