Chapter 001 The Most Tragic Time Travel in History

Through the curtain of rain, the figure hiding by the window whispered softly

Is it possible that this is how one gets caught

"The old son, what a heavy rain..."

Just by looking at the hairstyle of the old farmer on the ox cart, Zhu Mingzhong realized that he had traveled back to the Qing Dynasty, that cursed Qing Dynasty—specifically, to the most troublesome early Qing period

You can traverse through time if you wish, but who would have thought that as soon as I crossed over, before I even had the chance to harbor grand ambitions, I was faced with the imminent threat of having my head chopped off

The absolute heir of the family

Apart from some commonly used medications in the box, there is also a surgical kit for wound suturing, but it only contains a scalpel, surgical forceps, and scissors. When Zhu Mingzhong was about to use the scissors to cut his hair, he touched his head and a bitter smile appeared on his face, wondering how he could possibly cut his own hair

Boom

A crisp crack of a whip echoed in the desolate countryside

Then, when I opened my eyes, everything had changed, and I found myself in a wilderness, and then, then... I had arrived several hundred years ago

Do not move, or I will kill you

There is someone

Catch the live mouth

Only in the early Qing Dynasty would one find this "authentic" money rat tail. The front part of the braid is shaved off, while the back is styled into a long, thick braid resembling the yin-yang hairstyle of the braid-wearers, which only appeared in the late Qing Dynasty. The hairstyle of the early Qing Dynasty is that extremely ugly money rat tail worn by old farmers

Caliper head ... ! ... Zhu Mingzhong, living alone outside, kept only a few millimeters of caliper head for ease of management; such hair, not to mention being cut, is at most just shaved!

The sense of luck that resided in his heart shattered like a glass cup, crushed in an instant by the thin object at the back of the old farmer's head, as Zhu Mingzhong stared blankly, murmuring to himself

The rain is pouring down so heavily!

What exactly happened

Staring at the old farmer who was gradually receding, Zhu Mingzhong suddenly collapsed onto the grass in the forest, the phrase "Leave the hair, not the head; leave the head, not the hair" echoed repeatedly in Zhu Mingzhong's mind

Suddenly, a shout from beside the door caused everyone resting in the temple to quickly rise with their weapons in hand. Xu Yuanda, who was injured in the abdomen, hurriedly stood up as well, and like the others, he swiftly took cover within the temple

Fujian dialect? No, it's Hakka!

Until this moment, recalling his experiences, Zhu Mingzhong still felt somewhat bewildered, his brows furrowed in a knot as he repeatedly pondered what had transpired

First, a sharp pain from his abdomen made Zhu Mingzhong cry out in agony, and then a sudden intense pain struck behind his knees, causing him to scream and fall to the ground. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a cold blade was pressed against the back of his neck

Xu Yuanda snorted softly, his squinted eyes peering through the hole in the wall at the approaching figure, and he quietly instructed.

The old farmer, who was solely focused on driving the cart, did not notice that in the half-height weeds among the woods, a figure was intently staring at him. The person was seen lightly biting their lips, and their chin was unconsciously trembling slightly, with a complexion that even bore a hint of intense anxiety.

Thanks to a classmate from Fujian in the university dormitory, Zhu Mingzhong was able to recognize that the person was speaking Hakka. However, in his current state of pain, unable to utter a word, he listened to the voices behind him. Although he felt somewhat strange, with a knife pressed against his neck, he dared not move at all; not only could he not move, but he even felt cold sweat breaking out on his back.

The Money Mouse!

The old farmer on the cart and the panting old cow slowly made their way along the uneven path in the fields

It is now the early Qing Dynasty, and if someone discovers this hairstyle of mine, then...! ... This eight-and-a-half-pound head is sure to be chopped off by someone!

Gazing at the setting sun, Zhu Mingzhong murmured softly, sitting wearily on the grass.

Taking refuge in the temple, Xu Yuanda cursed loudly. As soon as he shouted, the wound in his abdomen moved, causing him to grimace in pain.

Holding a medical box, Zhu Mingzhong hurriedly ran in the pouring rain. Getting wet was not a concern, but he must not catch a disease. As he muttered to himself, just as he stepped through the door, he suddenly felt a shadow rush towards him.

Hmm

Brother Xu, do you think we can reclaim the Central Plains this time

The urgent matter at hand, well, the current urgent matter is to find a razor, and then... then we can deliberate further...

Could it be that this is the most tragic time travel in history?

The old farmer's head appeared entirely smooth and shiny, with only a small tuft of hair the size of a coin remaining at the top of his occiput... This remaining tuft of hair was tied into a thin braid, no longer than a foot.

It seems that there is only one person

The driver on the ox cart occasionally cracked the whip in his hand, making a sharp sound, while continuously shouting to urge the livestock to move forward. However, the old yellow ox merely allowed the whip in his hand to crack loudly, slowly lifting its legs, with white saliva continuously dripping from its mouth, clearly exhausted.

As a graduate of a third-rate school, graduating immediately meant unemployment. Since graduation, I have been living in the urban-rural fringe, originally hoping to find a job. However, I never expected that either I would lose my job after just two months or be deceived into paying a referral fee. Eventually, it was thanks to a few fellow townsmen that I managed to make a living. Due to my grandfather's past as a doctor and his considerable reputation in our hometown, they naturally assumed that Zhu Mingzhong understood medicine. Although it was merely a result of being influenced by my family's "medical tradition," I did know a little. I often helped guide those fellow townsmen who could not afford hospital stays on what medicine to buy when they had fevers or colds.

The torrential rain poured down like the pent-up anger that had long been brewing in the chest, finally released. Bolts of lightning tore through the dark sky, and raindrops glistened like pearls, enveloping the darkened land

That person is dressed rather oddly

At first, it was merely enthusiasm, but gradually that enthusiasm transformed into a means of livelihood. Although lacking a medical license, I relied on serving as a "family doctor" for migrant workers in the city, treating minor ailments like fevers and colds, thus earning a little money. Today, like any other day, after administering an intravenous drip to a patient at their home, I was once again persuaded to stay. Unable to refuse their warm hospitality, I began to drink. We are all outsiders, none of us is superior to the other. Engaging in carefree conversations, we drank cheap white liquor and beer, venting our grievances about the state of the world.

Despite being aware of the most pressing issue at hand, Zhu Mingzhong could not think of how to obtain a razor to open the nearby medical kit. Next to the medical kit, there was even a small half-bag of vegetables, which the patient's family claimed had just been brought from their hometown, grown in their own fields. This is the advantage of being a "family doctor"; often, aside from the cost of medication, one would never be empty-handed.

In this torrential rain, a dozen soldiers clad in white garments and wielding weapons hurriedly ran towards the dilapidated land temple by the roadside in the distance. This "land temple" evidently appeared to have long been devoid of worship, with only a broken offering table remaining in the abandoned shrine

Later, as the night grew deep, having naturally indulged in drink while leaving the patient's home, he staggered towards his own direction. In his pursuit of a shortcut, he decided to cut through a small park. There, in the park, overwhelmed by intoxication, he could not help but violently vomit by the roadside. The headache caused by the vomiting nearly rendered him unconscious, and ultimately, he collapsed heavily onto the ground, completely unaware. His soul seemed to have entered paradise, drifting in an ethereal world.

It is certain that this time the country ... ...

Snap

Listening to the rumbling thunder in the sky and watching the lightning flash like fire serpents in the rain, Zhu Mingzhong, knowing he could not stay in the woods to avoid the rain, hurriedly packed his medical kit and ran towards the edge of the forest. At the end of this grove, there was a dilapidated thatched cottage. While running, he did not forget the half bag of vegetables; feeling somewhat hungry, he knew that this half bag of greens was likely all he had to stave off his hunger

For the first time, Zhu Mingzhong felt that his life was truly a "tragic comedy". After failing the college entrance examination twice and missing the opportunity to attend medical school, he ultimately had to enroll in a third-rate vocational college, studying a major with little prospect. After graduation, he struggled to find a job and instead became an "unlicensed itinerant doctor". Just when he finally stabilized and gained a bit of fame, he found himself in another unexpected situation.

The clouds in the sky obscured the sun, rendering the sunlight dim and feeble. In the silent shade of the trees, it seemed as if droplets of moisture were凝聚着, making the already gloomy air feel even more oppressive

To be beheaded

A thunderclap suddenly resounded, causing Zhu Mingzhong to shudder with a bitter smile on his face, and then large raindrops began to fall upon him

Ah!

Zhu Mingzhong silently recited in his heart, although he had not eaten for a day, after a moment of panic, he made a decision in his heart: it was better to find a way to survive first and then consider other matters

Braid, it actually is a braid...