Yu Yu woke up, his mind was a little groggy, Xu Yuan lifted the quilt, supported himself and sat on the bed. The pen "fun" pavilion www.biquge.info quilt is newly made, the material is very comfortable to the touch, mainly red, embroidered with mandarin ducks, phoenixes and other mascots, outlined vividly.

The bed is beautifully carved, and the room is decorated with porcelain and wood carvings, and the whole room is quaint.

Xu Yuan couldn't help but be a little puzzled, he never thought that a bullet failed to end his life, but came to this strange place, could it be that the film and television city couldn't do it? I don't know who saved me, and I can't figure it out, so it's better to go out of the room and see the situation.

It's just that Xu Yuan had no intention of catching a glimpse of his appearance in the bronze mirror, his hair was scattered, his face was sickly, thin and weak, and he smelled of a sick scholar. The most important thing is that the person in the mirror is not himself, but the objective facts tell him that the person in front of him is indeed himself. Stretching out his hand and putting it in front of his eyes, this slender hand is young and smooth, with calluses on the knuckles, which are the traces left by holding a pen for many years.

Pushing open the door, there was an old woman in the courtyard who was cleaning the courtyard with a broom, and when she saw Xu Yuan pushing open the door, she hurriedly stepped forward to greet her. Although this Xu Yuan in front of him is a little talented, he is too stupid to treat him, and he is pitiful of the hard-working young lady, not to mention that he can't enjoy the happiness of marrying him, and he doesn't know how much sin he will suffer.

"Master, you're awake, I'll call Madame." The old woman put down the broom and said.

"No, no, I'll just walk around and don't bother Madame." Xu Yuan's face was as usual, and he couldn't see anything unusual. He couldn't figure out the attitude of the original owner towards his subordinates, so he could only speak carefully.

"Be careful, call me at any time if you have any orders." The woman stepped back and picked up a broom again to sweep the courtyard.

Xu Yuan muttered a little in his heart, but he didn't show anything, he was still wearing his white split clothes and pants, and he just went out and put on a piece of clothing hanging in the room, which looked a little nondescript at the moment.

He walked around, this was not a very rich family, but a little dilapidated, the eaves were very old, and the water tank in the courtyard was missing, and the lid was on it like a mouth with a leaky front tooth. These scenes were a little different from the beauty of the room, which made him have some guesses about the lady in the woman's mouth.

He, the husband, was sick in bed, but his wife was not at home to accompany him, and the old woman did not hurry to invite his wife over when she saw him wake up, but looked calm, even a little perfunctory. This shows that his status as an old man is not high in the family, at least in the eyes of his subordinates.

In fact, the original owner of this body was very interesting, he was a book-loving nerd, shaking his head and reading his four books and five classics all day long, but he only had the name of a showman, and he was still a "poor and sour showman". Mrs. is a girl who has been engaged to him since she was a child, and her family is a well-known merchant in the city, and now this poor and talented family has no financial resources, so she can only rely on the dowry brought by her marriage. There were three servants in the house, the old woman who was in charge of cooking, and a housekeeper and his wife's maid, all of whom were brought by his wife in marriage.

This scholar's family also had some family background, but his parents went early, and there was no family to help him, and the scholar himself would only study desperately, and it cost two silver taels to gain fame, and the family's food and clothing slowly consumed, making the family poorer and poorer.

It is said that the poor study literature and the rich learn martial arts, but in fact, in this era, learning literature does not save money at all.

It's good to say that a scholar can be admitted to an official and a half-name, but he doesn't understand the method of human affection, and it is difficult to flexibly apply what he learns in the imperial examination, and he has repeatedly failed to make the list.

This world was not the ancient world he was familiar with, but an existence similar to a parallel world. The general historical trajectory is similar to that of the original ancient times, and the people's livelihood is in the stage of the Song and Ming dynasties. The commodity economy is on the rise, trade is prosperous, but Gaozu set the rule of emphasizing literature over military force, although there is no prosperous empire, but it is often humiliated by the northern ethnic minorities, which is suffocating.

At dinner, the old woman came to report that Madame had returned. Xu Yuan made a difficulty, because he didn't know how to wear this ancient clothes, and he couldn't wear this underwear to the past. I had no choice but to invite my wife over.

A slender hand pushed open the door, a soft face, black hair coiled behind the head to dress up as a young woman, a very beautiful person, but at this age it looks a little young, estimated to be seventeen or eighteen years old. This kid is really a great blessing.

She was slightly blessed, and she was able to ask for a peace. Su Jun looked at her husband, still a little sickly, but she was a little more energetic than in the morning.

At this moment, the picture is a little embarrassing, the husband and wife stand opposite each other, but they seem very polite and distant.

"Madam, I can't find my clothes for my husband. Can you bring it for me?" Xu Yuan opened his eyes unhurriedly and said nonsense.

"But it's the concubine's fault, the husband is sick in bed, and when he wakes up, he can't see the concubine waiting, and the concubine has lost her duty." With that, the little girl burst into tears and began to sobble in a low voice.

Xu Yuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, and Su Jun couldn't help but be stunned when he saw his move.

"I, a big man, am lying on the bed sickly, and I want my wife to face these things alone, I should feel guilty for my husband." Xu Yuan said to himself, ignoring Su Jun's surprise. He also felt a little sorry for this little girl, looking at the sadness in her eyes, I am afraid that this wedding day will make her very sad.

The Xu Yuan in front of him said something that he had never said before, which made Su Jun feel like he was in a different world. From the scholar who read to the stupid scholar who read the book when he never got married, to the husband who was still reading at night on the wedding night a few days ago, his posture was even stiffer than himself when he slew, but at this moment, it was like a different person, and he began to care about himself. It's a simple sentence in the mouths of others, but it's very rare to hear it from the mouth of a nerd.

Su Jun gently wiped away her tears, helped her husband get his clothes, and put them on for him.

It was the first time that Xu Yuan was being served and dressed by others, and Su Jun's fingers rubbed against him unnaturally, and there was always a strange feeling.

This kind of thing is also the first time for Su Jun, she does it very slowly and meticulously.

For dinner, the dishes were not much, but they were exquisite. Xu Yuan ate in silence, occasionally looking up at Su Jun a few times, without saying too much. Silence between husband and wife has become a common practice these days, but this moment is slightly different from the previous two days.

The husband no longer looks vacant, but only thinks about his sages. There is occasional eye contact between them, although brief, but this objectively exists.

After dinner, Xu Yuan went to the study to see the original owner's manuscripts and books. Although the original owner is criticized, his handwriting is excellent, and there are words written by him on the table, which makes Xu Yuan, a latecomer, ashamed of himself. In his previous life, he was also a calligraphy lover, not a vassal elegance of the rich, he was indeed very intentional to contact calligraphy, but there was still a big gap compared to the original owner.

The book on the other table is densely packed with notes, and he is a person who reads to the point of fanatic. Such a person is worthy of admiration from others, but he has only received ridicule, and he can still enjoy himself in the book, and he may be a person who can be passed down through the ages in a different era.

It's a pity that he didn't meet the right era, and no one helped him teach him, Xu Yuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional. This kind of fanaticism is similar to his own in his previous life, and isn't it precisely this fanaticism that he built a huge business empire from scratch?

Now that the time is also fate, God has given him a chance to start over, is it a different look at people like them?

He also saw the name of the original owner, and on the title page of the book was written, Xu Ziyan, this is the word. There is an inscription in the manuscript, Huining Xu Yuan. In other words, this trick of fate, Xu Yuan and Xu Ziyan will be his identity in the future.

After watching "The Mean" for a while, Xu Yuan extinguished the candle and pushed open the door of the study.

The sky is full of stars and moons, which is a good scene, which is extremely rare to see in the heavily polluted cities of later generations. The evening breeze is like a lover's hand, swaying people's skin, and the only few bamboos in the courtyard slowly stretch their bodies, and the mottled leaves are printed on the ground.

Su Jun was still lighting a lamp and candle, and he was also holding a book in his hand. Seeing Xu Yuan coming back, Su Jun hurriedly got up.

Xu Yuan waved his hand, picked up the towel in the basin on the shelf, wrung it dry, and wiped his face.

He lay on the bed, facing this era, a little confused and a little excited. This world is still a little unfamiliar to him, and he needs to slowly unveil it.

And the person lying next to him tensed up.