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In the quiet night alley, in the dilapidated courtyard, a candle flame emits a dim halo on the candlestick next to the long window. The young man sat quietly in front of the window with his long hair and robe, looking through the dim light and watching the rain falling outside the window.

The drizzle continued, and the rain from the cornice fell on a few plantain trees planted in front of the window. In such a rainy night, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the plantain will make people can't help but have some sad thoughts.

In the sound of the rain hitting the plantains, the man's mind flew back to that gloomy night three years ago. It was also a rainy night in early spring, and when he woke up from his sleep, everything changed.

He woke up that night with a severe abdominal pain, and the moment he opened his eyes, he felt that something was wrong. The dim lights, the dark tents, the wet bedding, the musty smell in the nose, the pungent and bitter taste in the mouth. He was overwhelmed by all this. The severe abdominal pain made him think too much, so he found a large tank of water under the eaves and drank a full stomach of rainwater, and then began to vomit. I vomited in the dark, and the pain in my stomach was relieved.

He thought it was just a nightmare, and wondered that the dream was too real, the details were like the real world, and the senses were as real as they were. He fell asleep under the porch. Since it's a dream, you don't care where you sleep, and everything is normal when you wake up.

However, when he woke up again, he found himself still in this strange and strange environment. And his mind was a mess, filled with many chaotic strange memories. No matter how much he tried to shake off these memories, they pounced on them like a swarm of mosquitoes, buzzing in his mind, lingering.

Fang Zi'an...... Daddy is dead...... Stealing and snatching things...... It's time to run...... It's not fun to be alive......"

A series of memories came flooding back, and his brain was about to burst. He staggered to his feet, unintentionally lowered his head, and screamed in horror, thinking that he had seen a ghost. In the reflection of the water tank, a ghost figure with a cloak and bleeding seven holes was shaking, and he turned in horror, only to find that there was nothing behind him. After a while, he finally realized that the water tank was actually his own shadow.

For two whole days, he locked himself in a dark room without eating or drinking. Two days later, he finally pushed open the door and stood in the bright sunlight in the dilapidated courtyard. Despite too much confusion and unwillingness, panic and anger, he finally had to accept a reality that he crossed over! He encountered the kind of bloody affair described in the Zhiwei novel, a few days ago he was a citizen of a rising eastern power in later generations, and now he is a teenager named Fang Zi'an. Moreover, he traveled through a thousand years of time and came to this dynasty known as the Southern Song Dynasty by later generations.

Fang Zi'an, sixteen years old, his parents died, and he was a native of Sanyuanfang, Lin'an Mansion.

The memory in his mind told himself that the experience of the young man named Fang Zi'an who he possessed was very ordinary. After his parents passed away a year ago, the teenager lived alone for more than a year and finally couldn't hold on. When I woke up that night, I had a bitter almond smell in my mouth, an unbearable cramp in my abdomen, and a reflection in the water tank that bled from seven holes. Later, a pungent pottery bowl was found next to the bed. It is easy to conclude that this young man named Fang Zi'an chose to commit suicide by taking poison on that rainy night because he was poor and had nothing to rely on. He died, but he was possessed by his own spirit, and was resurrected through his flesh.

This is an ordinary life, so ordinary that it is even as humble as an ant. If it weren't for his own possession, the body of the young man named Fang Zi'an would not even be found for a long time, and his name would soon be forgotten. However, he was possessed by such an ordinary ant-like teenager, which really made people cry and laugh.

By sorting out the memories of the teenager in his mind, 'Fang Zi'an' also knew that the era he came to was during the Shaoxing period of the Southern Song Dynasty. Although he is not a person who studies history on earth, the history of the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty is basically familiar to everyone. Of course, Fang Zi'an knew that at this time, Gaozong Zhao Gou was in power, and the traitor Qin Hui was in charge. At this moment, it is already the twenty-first year of Shaoxing, the famous anti-gold general Yue Fei has died, and the humiliated Song Jin Shaoxing peace conference has also passed ten years. The overall situation is quite stable, the political situation and popular sentiment of the entire Southern Song Dynasty are also tending to be stable, and the national strength is on the rise.

Fang Zi'an also felt a little fortunate because of this, although he did not cross into the rich family of the princes and nobles, at least he did not cross into the troubled times when swords and soldiers were everywhere. Although the Southern Song Dynasty is said to be a peaceful dynasty, it is also a delicate and wealthy dynasty. This is a blessing in misfortune.

In any case, I can only live in this era. Although he was unwilling, he was helpless. Since he is here, he has to live, he will not be as weak as this young man, there is only one life, and he has a second life, which should be cherished.

For a few days, Fang Zi'an worked hard to sort out his thoughts and mentality. Although I always hope to wake up before I fall asleep to find that all this is a dream, I have to face reality after being disappointed again and again. Fang Zi'an himself was an optimistic and open-minded person in later life, and since he knew that the situation was like this, he could only choose to go with the flow. He even thinks that fate may have played a trick on him, but how can he know that he didn't give him a chance? So many people have not crossed, but only they have encountered this strange thing, isn't this an arrangement of fate? Maybe it's going to be my own here and do something, I don't know.

However, these illusory conjectures were quickly repelled by the reality of the dilemma. Fate arranged the crossing, but did not arrange everything else, the sky may have sent down a great task, but it did not rain a big pie. He must address the struggling livelihood problems he is currently struggling with.

The possessed young man named Fang Zi'an has a poor family, which can be described as a family with four walls. According to the memories of the teenager, Fang Zi'an's parents died of illness a year ago. Originally, although the family background was average, with the hard work of the parents, the family of three could also have enough food and clothing. Fang Zi'an is the only child in the family, and his parents are also very doting, so he basically didn't suffer too much. However, as soon as his parents died, the boy who was only 15 years old at the time suddenly became an orphan. Eyes are unaccompanied, helpless. At first, he was able to live on the little savings left by his parents, but soon after his meager savings were spent, he began to pawn the family's belongings. After a few months, all the things that could be pawned in the family were sold, and the young Fang Zi'an was reduced to hanging out with idle people on the streets, doing some stealing chickens and dogs, forcibly robbing and fraud, and making a bad reputation. A few days ago, the street gangsters were fighting, and Fang Zi'an was driven out by the gangsters he belonged because he didn't dare to fight, and he was no longer allowed to eat and drink with him. He doesn't even have the qualifications to be a gangster anymore. Fang Zi'an starved at home for several days, and finally collapsed. So I drank arsenic. Frost is dead.

The previous experiences are secondary, and the problem now is that even basic survival is not guaranteed, which makes the new Fang Zi'an feel extremely troubled.

After a few days of patrolling the streets, Fang Zi'an also found many ways to survive. Lin'an Mansion is developing greatly, and the basic stability of the situation has made Lin'an Mansion increasingly prosperous. The ten years of peace brought about by the Shaoxing Peace Conference have stabilized the people's hearts and developed economically. Lin'an Mansion is a well-connected place, with developed shipping and prosperous commerce, so it is not difficult to survive. For example, there is a shortage of coolies on the busy wharves of inland rivers and canals in and out of the city, and as long as you are willing to sell your strength, you can get two or three hundred yuan for carrying goods for a day, which is enough to ensure the basic necessities of survival. Or go to some shops on the street as an apprentice or a young man, learn a trade or help people, you can also survive.

However, for Fang Zi'an, coming here through thousands of years, is it not possible to come here as a coolie to fight for others? This is not the way to go. Although he is not the elite of the times, he is also alive and well. After graduating from college, he chose to enlist in the army and excelled in the army. Later, because he was injured in the line of duty, he had to change jobs, and before he was 30 years old, he took charge of the security department of a small city, which can be regarded as a successful career. Now you have to work as a coolie as a buddy in this era? This is obviously not the path Fang Zi'an wants. Even if there are no lofty ideals, at least you must live with a head and a face, and live with dignity and dignity.

After some thought, Fang Zi'an thought that most of the thousand-year-old experience and knowledge he had at the moment were temporarily useless in this era, but there was one thing that was useful, and that was the books he had read in his stomach. The two Song Dynasty are re-written, and in such an era, studying and taking the imperial examination is the right way to change one's destiny once and for all. But having said that, it is not so easy to study and take the exam, first of all, it cannot solve the immediate problem of food and clothing, and it also costs a lot of money and time to study and take the exam.

Fortunately, when wandering on the streets, Fang Zi'an saw a notice on the square in front of Lin'an Mansion School in Yongjinmen, which was a notice for Qixia Academy to recruit students. The notice said that Qixia Academy recruits young talents to enroll, and students who are interested in the imperial examination can sign up to participate in the college evaluation, and once they pass, they can enter the academy to study, not only provide rice and food books, but also automatically obtain the qualification for the autumn examination in three years. It's unbelievably good.

Braving the eyes of some people, Fang Zi'an asked about it. At this moment, the imperial court is at the time of employing people, and it is vigorously selecting talented people for the use of the imperial court. Qixia Academy is one of the academies in the government-run government, which is located on the Qixia Ridge of Qixia Mountain in the west of the city. It's just that the entrance assessment is extremely strict, and it is by no means easy to get in. When Fang Zi'an learned of this situation, he was overjoyed. This is obviously the path I should choose at the moment, which not only solves the problem of food and clothing, but also embarks on the right path. Although three years of study is a long time, he is only a sixteen-year-old boy at the moment, and he has a lot of time. What's more, he does need time to understand and integrate into this era.