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A few rooster cries woke up Fan Hongdao who was in a coma. He opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, and then, as if frightened, jumped out of bed like a spring.

Everywhere you look, there are low wooden beams, papier-mâché windows, old tables of eight immortals, and blackened earthen walls. Fan Hongdao couldn't help but think, couldn't it be that after drinking too much, he was thrown into the backward countryside?

But looking at the wide robe and big sleeves on his body, and touching the loose bun on the top of his head, how can this be explained? Not long after he graduated, he was drunk to death at a dinner, how did he wake up like this?

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his head, Fan Hongdao held his head and fell on the wooden couch and groaned, feeling as if there were countless things to be stuffed in, and after the severe pain passed, there were countless memories in his brain out of thin air.

It turned out that Fan Hongdao sat up again, with a blank expression. After getting drunk in the 21st century, my soul didn't know what was going on, and traveled through time and space to the thirteenth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, and directly possessed a Ming Dynasty person.

This Ming Dynasty man is also called Fan Hongdao, and he is still a scholar with a reputation for showing talent, he is seventeen years old this year, and Ying Tianfu is also a native of Nanjing.

Three years ago, his father died, and the family was in a difficult situation, so Fan Xiucai went to the capital to seek the help of a father friend, and now lives in the Rugui Inn outside Chongwen Gate in the capital.

But this Fan Xiucai did a stupid thing a few days ago, he gave all the money to a woman he didn't know. As a result, he was now penniless and unable to eat, unable to pay the inn bills, and unable to pull his face to beg, so he fainted of hunger in his room.

Then, the hungry Fan Hongdao Fan Xiucai was inexplicably taken away by the soul of the twenty-first generation, or the soul was fused.

The newborn Fan Hongdao smiled bitterly, in a philosophical sense, what era should he be regarded as Fan Hongdao in which era? Yes and no? Is the previous life a dream or is this life an illusion?

The only thing that is certain is that the era we are currently in is the thirteenth year of Wanli. Fan Hongdao couldn't help but have a thought, at this time, the Three Kingdoms Journey to the West Water Margin has already come out, but it seems that the other god Golden Bottle Plum has not been written yet, right?

Stop, stop! Even if it's a dream, please don't live up to this dream era.

Fan Hongdao carefully checked the things around him, several books and five classics, a set of pen and ink, and a sword that I don't know if it was for decoration or self-defense. Other than that, there was nothing, not even a change of clothes, probably when it was gone.