"Where am I?"

Zhang Hao opened his eyes with great difficulty, and what appeared in front of him was an antique room, the room was not big, very clean and tidy, lying on the bed, a wooden small table at the head of the bed, a set of wooden hollow hangers on the wall, a copper basin on a three-legged shelf in the corner of the wall, a low case in the center of the room, a few rolls of bamboo slips were placed on it, an incense burner was slowly smoking, and a faint sandalwood fragrance filled the whole room.

"Didn't I fall from the mountain? How could you be here," Zhang Hao, who was thinking about the question, slowly recalled.

Zhang Hao was an ordinary college student, and he asked a few classmates to go to Mount Tai to play together during the holidays, but when he climbed to the top of Mount Tai, he accidentally fell down on the mountain, and Zhang Hao, who thought he was going to die, appeared in this place.

Although the catastrophe is not dead, but this house is full of weirdness, not at all like a modern product, even in the countryside, I am afraid that there is no such furniture decoration, is it already dead, this is hell or heaven? For a 21st-century college student, Zhang Hao is an absolute atheist who doesn't believe in ghost legends.

"That's not right!"

Zhang Hao suddenly thought of something, only felt that his body was a little weird, and wanted to check it, but he didn't have any strength at all, he raised an arm with great effort, and when he looked up, a small hand appeared in front of him, Zhang Hao was blindsided, and he didn't know what was going on.

The door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked in with a bowl of porridge.

Zhang Hao lay there in a daze, before he could react.

"You're awake, child" The woman walked to the bed and looked at Zhang Hao lovingly.

"Come, drink the porridge" The woman helped Zhang Hao up, carefully fed the porridge to Zhang Hao's mouth, Zhang Hao mechanically put the porridge in his mouth into his stomach, and after feeding the porridge, the woman put him down and let Zhang Hao lie on the bed.

"Have a good rest," said the woman, turning and walking out of the room.

"How's it going?" A man's voice asked.

"I woke up, I just ate a bowl of porridge, just rest," the woman replied.

"Alas, after years of disasters, the people are struggling to make a living, but the officials are extravagant and ignore the people." The man said.

"Master Shen Yan" The woman panicked and stopped the man from continuing.

With a burst of footsteps, there was no sound outside, Zhang Hao lay on the bed, thinking about his current situation, thinking about the conversation between the two just now, the language he could understand, but it was a little obscure, it felt like an ancient language, could it be the kind of paradise like the peach blossom paradise written by Tao Yuanming?

The calamity that the male voice said just now has been going on for years, is it that he has traveled through time or space? In ancient times, in troubled times, what was the situation, thinking about it, Zhang Hao's weak body and tired spirit actually brought a sense of fatigue, so he fell asleep deeply.

In his sleep, Zhang Hao saw his classmates and friends, his parents and family, and the girl he had always secretly liked, in his dreams, he lived a simple life with them, sometimes he played games with his classmates, sometimes he drank and talked with his friends, and he was around his parents with his younger brother, everything was so ordinary but warm.

However, these familiar people left Zhang Hao one by one, no matter how Zhang Hao shouted to stay, they couldn't stop them from leaving, and then even the scenery around them gradually blurred, slowly lost their color, and finally turned into darkness.

"Ah" exclaimed, Zhang Hao opened his eyes, with two lines of tears on his face, sat up, looked at his thin body, Zhang Hao shook his head, it seems that he really can't go back, and he doesn't know how sad his parents will be, maybe the soul of this body will go to his body, I hope he can honor his parents for himself.

But this possibility is still very small, after all, if he fell down from such a high place, it should almost be a corpse without bones, fortunately he has a younger brother, I hope he can grow up soon, take on the burden of that family, sigh, Zhang Hao put these things in his mind, after all, he is still in an unknown world, it is better to figure out his situation as soon as possible.

Zhang Hao shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, got up and walked to the basin stand, and in a bronze mirror above, a five or six-year-old child appeared.

Look closely, the big eyes are watery, the eyes are as deep as late at night, the facial features are exquisite, in addition to being particularly thin and delicate, less than one meter tall, skinny figure, in the famine years, it was quite ordinary.

After washing his face and looking at the messy clothes on his body, although the clothes on his body were a little cumbersome compared to the simplicity of modern clothes, it would not make Zhang Hao feel at a loss, so he simply tidied up, pushed open the door and walked out.

A simple small courtyard, clean and tidy, the courtyard wall is in full bloom, behind it is a row of houses, Zhang Hao lives in the most marginal one, through the courtyard gate, outside is a larger courtyard, it seems that this is a second courtyard.

"Sweep God, and destroy the people. Mighty God, his life is many. Born with a people, his fate is a traitor. There is no beginning, but there is an end ......" came a burst of reading.

"It's ...... The Book of Poetry? Zhang Hao was stunned, although he was a science student, he was interested in ancient literature, and instantly recognized that this was one of the poems in the Book of Poetry.

"It seems that I am really not in my old age anymore." Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile. Accept the fact that you crossed over.

In order to figure out his current situation, Zhang Hao followed the sound to the small courtyard outside, and when he walked out of the small courtyard, a child of the same age as this body was playing in the courtyard, and a row of houses on the left hand side was probably a kitchen barn or something, and the sound came from the room on the right.

Walking to the door, the probe looked in, thirty or forty young people were sitting in danger, staring intently ahead, following their gaze, a middle-aged man in his forties, the middle-aged man was tall, wearing a dark robe, a gray beard, and a thin face, he was meticulously explaining the scriptures of poetry to these young people, and he didn't notice Zhang Hao outside the door at all.

"You're awake," an immature voice sounded behind Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao turned around, and it was the child who had just played in the courtyard standing behind him, staring at him with wide eyes and tilting his head. Zhang Hao's eyes rolled, he still didn't know his situation, in order to avoid saying anything wrong, it was better to find a breakthrough in this kid.

After all, his IQ in his twenties, adults are not easy to fool, and a child still can't understand? Thinking of this, a cheap smile appeared on Zhang Hao's face.