"Cold ...... It's cold, it's cold! ”

Zhang Han's first thought was that his whole body was cold, cold and evil, he was shivering all over the cold, his teeth were also trembling, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in ice water, and there was no place for heat.

"Injured in a rollover, how much blood loss?"

Zhang Han thought in a daze, he felt that he was still asleep, and subconsciously wanted to stand upright.

"Brother is awake?"

At this time, Zhang Han heard someone talking next to him, and the accent was still very weird, and he still understood it.

He muttered, feeling a little inexplicable.

In the ears of the person who spoke just now, Zhang Han's words were meaningless, just a low moan.

"Brother, drink some warm water."

The sound of this person's voice in his ears was again, followed by the sound of rustling, and then Zhang Han felt someone reach over and hold him on his back.

At this time, he finally opened his eyes.

The scene in front of him made his eyes widen in an instant, and the depths of his eyes were full of shock and incredulity.

He obviously had an accident while sitting in the car, even if he woke up, the most important place to stay was the hospital, and if the injury was not serious, he should be at his own home, but the scene in front of him was completely beyond his imagination.

The wall is full of green bricks in front of him, the bed he sleeps on is like a small room, surrounded by a white curtain, the bed is pure hardwood, Zhang Han's eyes are very poisonous, at a glance it can be seen that it is pure yellow pear, the blue bricks under the bed are all over the ground, the snow is bright, the opposite window is a large bookcase with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there is a large bookcase against the wall in the west, there is a very thick line book stacked on it, there is a small simple incense burner at the foot of the east head, it is spitting out the fragrant green smoke, to the door is a wooden frame, and there is a blue porcelain basin on it, There was also a tall clothes rack on the side, and several robes were placed on top of it.

These decorations, antique decorations can't hold such a taste!

That's it, the person who helped him in front of him was a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a blue folded felt hat, wearing a straight-necked red armor, wearing a green jacket inside, and black leather boots on his feet.

This outfit is the standard costume of the ancients!

Zhang Han has read a lot of books in the past two years, and he has the most political, economic and historical classes, and he can see at a glance that this is the standard servant dress at the turn of the Ming and Qing dynasties!

"Brother, you're really awake."

The young servant was thin and weak, and his face was also yellow, but the strength in his hand was not small, and he was against Zhang Han's back and helped him up very easily.

Seeing Zhang Han open his eyes, the face of this half-grown boy was also full of joy.

At this time, Zhang Han came back to his senses, and the person in front of him spoke Shanxi dialect with a heavy accent.

But I actually understand it......

Where the hell is this? Who is joking with himself? But if he was seriously injured in a car accident, he wouldn't dare to make such a ridiculous joke if he was a sworn enemy like Wang Biao, right?

Zhang Han's mind was a mess, his brain ached for a while, all kinds of chaotic thoughts came to his heart, and many unprecedented experiences and memories suddenly seemed to open the flood of the valve, pouring down in his mind.

He was annoyed for a while, the little guy was close, and the taste in his mouth was not very good, Zhang Han's heart was angry, he clenched his fist, and punched the kid's eye socket.

"Ah......h

There was a scream in his ears, Zhang Han felt relieved and felt comfortable, so he fainted again.

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"It turns out that my name is Zhang Han, born in the thirtieth year of Wanli......"

"My family was originally a famous family, the family was half official and half businessman, and my great-grandfather was Zhang Siwei, who was the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty...... This person, I know, is a famous minister in the early years of Wanli......"

"My great-grandfather was Zhang Taizheng, who once participated in politics in Huguang, and my grandfather Zhang Yun was never lifted, and he was just a show in his life, and he was looked down upon by the clan, and in a fit of anger, he moved his family from Puzhou, Shanxi Province to live in Xinpingbao in Datong Town, and became a thorough businessman......"

"This Zhang Han is a bitter life, grandfather Zhang Yun hung up before fifty, father Zhang Cheng died earlier, he left in his thirties and returned to the West, and now only his mother and himself are left in the family...... Oh no, he's done......"

"Brother? Brother? ”

Just now, the little guy came over again, his eye sockets were black, Zhang Han woke up again, but this time he didn't dare to get too close.

"Hmm...... It's okay. ”

Zhang Han let out a low moan again, he was afraid that this little guy would shout urgently, so he reluctantly responded.

The other party was delighted: "Brother is fine." ”

There is no need to doubt what kind of actor this little guy in front of him is, the memory in his mind is very clear, this little guy is called Zhang Chun, he is a slave born in the family, he has followed the surname Zhang, and has been waiting with Zhang Han since he was a child, and he is the most intimate and credible person around the dead ghost Zhang Han.

Looking at Zhang Chun, Zhang Han somehow remembered Zeng Liu, and felt a faint pain in his heart.

I don't know if Zeng Liu's guy escaped by luck, or if he also died? After death, is it like oneself, the soul travels, merges with others, or completely dissipates the soul and disappears between the heavens and the earth?

"You don't have to think about it so much...... But what to do in the future? ”

Died in a car accident, his soul was immortal, and he traveled hundreds of years ago, Zhang Han didn't expect this to happen to him.

The plots that are common in novels and movies, everyone laughs when they mention them, and no one has ever thought about what it will be like when it really happens.

Fortunately, his current body is the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man, and he is usually healthy and strong, and the Jin Shang family has a tradition of asking his children to practice martial arts, and Zhang Han's body is not bad.

Today's illness is because of too hard studying, the weather in Xinpingbao in Layue in this cold winter can really freeze to death, Zhang Han accidentally suffered from the cold, but fortunately, the conditions at home should be good, so he barely saved his life...... No, it can't be said to save his life, at least, the owner of this body has actually changed at the moment......

The business name of the family is called "He Yusheng", which was founded by the late old lady Zhang Yun, and the main business is groceries, grain, tea, cloth and other materials, how to do the specific business, how much is the principal, how much is the annual interest, the dead ghost Zhang Han used to be a big shopkeeper, and he didn't understand anything at all, Zhang Han searched for the memories in his mind, but he couldn't get the essentials, and his heart was depressed.

After drinking a few sips of warm water poured out of the tea hanger, Zhang Han was half-lying on the bed again, the bedding was very thick, and his body was still feeling cold, and there was a fire in the copper brazier in the room, but it was difficult to withstand the severe cold, Zhang Han estimated that the temperature was at least about minus ten degrees, and this was still an indoor fire, if it was an outdoor ...... Listening to the cold wind howling outside the window, Zhang Han shivered again.

He reclined on the bed, the confusion in his mind calming down.

Everything in the past is gone like flowing water.