"Ah......", in the dark room, on the bed, a young man with his head wrapped in gauze and bleeding slightly suddenly screamed and got up, sat up, opened his hazy eyes like a nightmare, his whole body was sore, and his head was even more faintly painful. He stroked his head and looked blankly at everything around him, feeling very strange.

In front of the bed, a little girl who was dozing off on the table was slowly raising her head, and when she saw the young man waking up, she was stunned for a moment, and she woke up like a dream, overjoyed, and jumped up.

"Brother Da Lang is awake! Brother Da Lang is awake! Then a slightly immature cry of ecstasy pierced the silent courtyard, and suddenly there was a rush of footsteps, and like chickens and dogs, three people rushed into the dormitory at once, and a man and a woman grabbed his hand and asked how it was doing.

"Just wake up! Just wake up! The sound of tears of joy kept coming from the young man's ears.

"Miracle! What a miracle! At the same time, there was an exclamationous old trill in the young man's ears.

"Where am I?" The young man sat at the head of the bed, looked around blankly, and saw that the arm that grabbed his arm on the edge of the bed was a middle-aged young man in a cloth shirt and a gray robe, with a happy face. Standing beside the bed was a middle-aged woman in a narrow-sleeved shirt and a wooden hairpin, overjoyed, with tears of joy on her face. Next to the woman, she leaned on a pretty little girl in a green shirt and pants, and she was also surprised. An old man in a kudzu robe, carrying a medicine box on his back, kept stroking his beard, and stood beside him, and the exclamation was from him. The young man retracted his gaze and saw that there was a little blood and mud on the short-sleeved linen robe on his body, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

The reason why the young man was in a daze was because he found that he had completely changed, he had become unrecognizable, his height, body type, and skin color were not the same, and he didn't know if his face had changed, but he felt that he seemed to be much younger, and the bed he was lying on and the house he was in didn't seem to be what it should be in modern times, and it was strange everywhere. And he remembered that he had fallen into a cliff, so why was he lying on this bed again?

"Didn't I fall off a cliff? How to lie here? Am I not dead yet? The young man asked himself in his heart.

Slowly, the young man recalled what happened before he woke up: his real name was Leng Feng, his parents died in a car accident when he was six years old, he became an orphan, and was adopted and raised by a welfare home. He was smart and studious, and was admitted to the University of Geosciences in Kyoto with excellent grades, majoring in archaeology, part-time work and study, and after graduation, he was hired to work at the Hebei Institute of Archaeology, and was an archaeological researcher, 26 years old this year. On the morning of June 16, 2022 (i.e., the sixth day of the fifth lunar month), he was following his colleagues in the Institute of Archaeology to do archaeological research work on the peak of Xiaowutai Mountain in Zhangjiakou City, Hebei Province, when he volunteered to climb the huge rock on the edge of the cliff in order to collect a specimen on the edge of the cliff......

Leng Feng felt like he had just had a nightmare, but he woke up to find that something was wrong!

The house in front of me is very gray, it is a wooden and tile house with carved beams and paintings, it looks very old, the wooden windows, wooden tables, and wooden chairs in the room are also a little old, antique, and there is an oil lamp on the quaint table. The four people in front of them were all dressed in ancient costumes, wearing simple shirts and robes, even they were wearing ancient clothes, with injuries on their bodies, and their robes were stained with blood and mud, and their heads hurt so much, and they were wrapped in gauze. In addition to the many memories of his own fall off the cliff, there were also many other information faintly in his mind.

"Where is this? Am I dead? How long have I been asleep? Leng Feng asked uncertainly.

"It's home! You've been asleep for two days and two nights! The middle-aged man said anxiously, and then asked, "Don't you remember?" Then he hurriedly looked at the old man next to him.

Lao Langzhong stepped forward knowingly, excitedly grabbed Leng Feng's wrist, and cut the pulse, but found that his pulse was not weak or chaotic, full of vitality, not like the kind of weak pulse that a seriously injured person should have, Lao Langzhong was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, but kept muttering to himself, "Amazing!" Weird! ”

People who have been in a coma for two days and two nights, their vital signs are already dying and will run out of oil at any time, and when Lao Langzhong already feels powerless to return to the sky and is difficult to revive, this young man can wake up by himself, and his vital signs are still so vigorous, he doesn't look like a seriously injured and dying person, can he not be surprised? Rao is well-informed, has countless doctors, and has never encountered such a strange thing!

"Dalang, what's wrong with you?" "Don't scare us!"

Leng Feng was in a daze, and heard the words of urgency and excitement in his ears again. These words sound weird, the upper voice reads the high (flat) tone, the lower voice, and the yang level is high and lower, a bit like the Hebei dialect, and a bit like the Shandong dialect. Leng Feng was a native of Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province before his death, and there were many people from all over the world in the Kyoto University of Geosciences where he studied, and he learned many local dialects with his classmates, and he could understand the dialects north of the Yangtze River.

"Doctor, how is Da Lang?" The middle-aged woman next to her looked at Lao Langzhong and asked anxiously and worriedly.

"It should be a brain injury, a little damage to memory, maybe a little amnesia, and there should be no problem with the rest! It's amazing, it's weird! Recuperate slowly! The old man said in disbelief, stood up, took out a few pairs of medicines from the medicine box, and after receiving the diagnosis materials handed over by the middle-aged woman, he picked up the medicine box and walked out. The middle-aged man followed behind and sent him out.

"Dalang? Is it me? Leng Feng touched his aching head and asked blankly.

"Yes, you're Dalang, why don't you remember?" The middle-aged woman eagerly approached and asked worriedly, the surprise just now turned into worry.

"What's wrong with Brother Da Lang? Do you remember Xiao'e? The little girl in Tsing Yi simply rushed to Leng Feng's side, grabbed Leng Feng's arm, raised her little face, and asked playfully.

Leng Feng had no choice but to stretch out his hand and gently stroke the little girl's shoulder, and said to the woman, "I'm Dalang?" So what's my name?".

"Your surname is Wu Mingzhi, and your nickname is Dalang! Have you forgotten? I'm your aunt! The woman held Leng Feng's hand tightly, panicked, and burst into tears.

After sending Lao Langzhong away, the middle-aged man who came back quickly approached, and he couldn't help frowning and worried.

"Wu Zhi? Wu Dalang? Yes... Am I not ......? The words "crossed" almost blurted out, but fortunately Leng Feng swallowed it back into his stomach.

"I actually crossed over?!" In addition to being shocked, Leng Feng didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and his heart was terrifying.

"When is that now? Where am I? What is this place? Leng Feng had a headache, was surprised inexplicably, and couldn't care about the shock, so he simply asked.

"Today is the sixth day of the fifth month of the second year of the Great Song Shaosheng, you are at home! This is Wujiana Village, Qinghe County, Enzhou, Hebei East Road! Do you have amnesia? The middle-aged man hurriedly responded, with a worried face.

"The second year of the Great Song Shaosheng? Isn't that the Northern Song Dynasty 1095? The sixth day of May? It should be June, could it be that I have traveled to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty? Leng Feng's heart was beating wildly, completely crazy.

"Then who is the emperor now?" He could only bite the bullet and continue to ask.

"The official family is Zhao Xu! Why don't you remember? The middle-aged man was even more worried, frowned, stared into his eyes and said.

"Official Zhao Xu? Who? Leng Feng asked himself slowly in his heart. He was very familiar with history, especially the history of the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, and pondered for a moment before he suddenly remembered: "Zhao Xu, isn't that the Emperor Zhezong of the Northern Song Dynasty?" ”

In ancient times, the emperor only had enshrinement titles after his death, such as "Taizu, Shenzong" and the like, and the emperor did not have such titles as Song Taizu and Song Shenzong during his lifetime, and only the people of the Song Dynasty would call the emperor an official on weekdays!

"Song Zhezong Zhao Xu? I grass! I really traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty, and it was in the second year of Shaosheng, that is, in 1095 AD! Leng Feng was horrified in his heart, and finally confirmed that instead of dying after falling off the cliff, he traveled to the end of the Northern Song Dynasty like a ghost, and was reborn in the body of a young man named Wu Zhi!

Leng Feng looked at his new body again, and sat on the couch in a daze, inexplicably happy, and at the same time stunned, this is really a miracle!

"It's incredible, I actually crossed over!" Although Leng Feng usually likes to watch time-traveling novels and time-traveling dramas, he never thought that he would encounter this situation, it was like a pie falling from the sky, but among hundreds of millions of people, he was lucky enough to hit him, there is really no reason at all!

It can only be said that his life should not be extinguished, and God pushed him into the abyss and gave him a door to rebirth at the same time, which is a blessing in misfortune!

Seeing his stupid and dazed appearance, the three people in the room were also helpless, and the middle-aged woman and the little girl were gently wiping their tears on the side, secretly sad.

Leng Feng slowly settled down, and after thinking about it carefully, although his head still hurt, the extra things in his mind finally fused together, and the bits and pieces of information about this Wu Zhi gradually appeared in his mind: Wu Zhi, nicknamed Da Lang, just admitted to Xiucai, seventeen years old, bright since childhood, advocating literature and martial arts, is a native of Wujia Village, Qinghe County, Enzhou (Qinghe County), North East Road, Da Song Dynasty, his parents died early, and he was raised by the second uncle of the Wu family. The second uncle of the martial family is named Xiu, the aunt Qin is named Feng Niang, and there is a little daughter named Cui'e, who is thirteen years old and so on. Two days ago, Wu Zhi took Xiao'e to the back mountain to pick the Ganoderma lucidum that grew on an old tree, climbed the tree and stepped on the air, accidentally fell off the tree, knocked unconscious, and had been asleep for two days and two nights.

"Wu Zhi, Wu Dalang, shouldn't it be the man who sells cooking cakes? It's not right......" Leng Feng muttered to himself, his heart moved suddenly, and he carefully checked his whole body, except that his head was still very painful and there were some abrasions and mud on his body, there seemed to be no other problems. So, Leng Feng hurriedly let go of Xiao'e, got out of bed and stood up, looked at himself carefully, and then looked at Wu Xiu, the second uncle of the martial arts family, who was standing on the side with a worried face, and found that he was strong and long, and his height was estimated to be about 1.72 meters (Da Song was a seven-foot man), although his face was full of vicissitudes, but his appearance was quite upright and heroic. Leng Feng and Wu Xiu stood side by side and compared, only to find out that his height was a little taller than the second uncle of the Wu family, because Leng Feng's height before falling off the cliff was one meter eight, as an archaeological team member, he was still very keen and good at considering a person's height. Although I can't see my own appearance, judging from the appearance of the second uncle, I shouldn't be too bad, and my skin looks quite white, not so dark and ugly, and it should be a world of difference from Wu Dalang who sells cooking cakes.

"Is it a double name and a different name?" After being frightened, Leng Feng finally came back to his senses, and he was sure in his heart, only to find that Wu Xiu, Feng Niang, and Xiao'e were looking at him in disbelief, and their concern was beyond words.

Moved, he hugged Xiao'e in his arms, tightened it, and explained with a light smile: "Second uncle! Auntie! Xiao'e! I'm fine! I guess it's a little amnesia from a head injury, and I just woke up a little confused, but now it's okay. After that, he stretched his body, indicating that his body was fine.

Second Uncle Wu Xiu, Aunt Feng Niang and Cousin Xiao'e heard him say this, and when they saw him like this, they stretched their brows, and the stone in their hearts fell to the ground.

"Brother Da Lang was so scary just now!" Xiao'e leaned forward, pulled Leng Feng's placket, fluttered her crystal eyes, and returned to her playful childlike appearance.

The second uncle and aunt also smiled as relieved, and began to slowly ask Leng Feng what discomfort he still had, and after he answered one by one that there was no big problem, they were completely relieved.

Leng Feng's appearance just now was as if he had lost his soul, it was so scary, and they also turned into panic from the surprise that he could wake up. Leng Feng's explanation made them think that this was just a temporary amnesia after he fell and injured himself, but who knew that their Xiao Wuzhi was no longer the Xiao Wuzhi they were familiar with, but was replaced by Leng Feng, a modern person, whose body was still there but not his soul, and things were wrong!

Leng Feng smiled, and he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to say it if he borrowed a thousand guts. It's all incredible! Even he himself couldn't believe that this was the truth, let alone them, if they said it, they wouldn't believe it, and they would think that he was insane and ghostly.

They speak the official dialect of Jilu, Leng Feng studied many local dialects because of his study in archaeology before his death, and Xuzhou is also relatively close to Shandong, and the language has similarities, and everyone can understand what they say, and they can speak a little, but the accent is a little different. Although they felt that Leng Feng's words and accents were a little different after waking up, after hearing him explain like this, they were ecstatic and did not have the slightest suspicion, and they didn't take it too seriously, as long as people were fine, everything else was a floating cloud.

At this time, Leng Feng found that his stomach was "gurgling", and he had not eaten or drunk for two days and two nights, he was really hungry.

"Auntie, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Leng Feng touched Xiao'e's head and asked Feng Niang with a smile.

"Yes...... Yes......! You wait! Feng Niang hurriedly answered, and then ran out happily.

After a while, she brought in a plate of food and placed it on the table, with a large bowl of millet porridge and two plates of side dishes, plus a pair of chopsticks and a small spoon. It was not yet midnight (between 9 a.m. and 11 a.m.), and breakfast was still available at home.

Leng Feng stretched out his arms, except for the headache and some abrasions on his body, he felt that there was no major problem or discomfort in other places, so he let go of Xiao'e, walked to the table and sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and quickly devoured them, and after a while, he swept away the porridge and side dishes on the table, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Wu Xiu, Feng Niang and Xiao'e also laughed easily when they saw Leng Feng's sweet food.

"Do you still eat it?" Feng Niang asked with a smile.

"I don't eat, I'm full. Thank you, Auntie! I went out for a walk. Leng Feng waved at Feng Niang and the second uncle, and then took Xiao'e's hand and walked out slowly.

This is the natural reaction of the cold front. Although he now occupies Wu Zhi's body and dominates Wu Zhi's thinking, Wu Zhi's action habits have not disappeared, and he has not forgotten the etiquette that the ancients should have. Moreover, after all, his current identity is the ancients "Wu Zhi", which cannot be careless and rude.

Stepping out of the door, turning, Leng Feng found that this is a small square courtyard surrounded by a bamboo fence, divided into two entrances, facing the bamboo door is the hall (front hall), the front door of the hall has a horizontal courtyard about ten steps wide and twenty steps long, the layout of the house is: the front hall and the back bed, connected by ten steps through the corridor, there are ear rooms and wing rooms on both sides, there are about seven or eight houses of different sizes, the house is almost surrounded by an ether shape, covering an area of more than one acre less than two or two acres, the house is almost all bamboo and wood structure, rammed earth slab, The roof is covered with rough tiles. The small courtyard is located at the foot of a low hill in a dense forest, and it is a detached house.

Outside the courtyard gate, there are some bamboo forests around, and there are people faintly hidden in the agriculture and forestry more than a dozen steps away. Fifty steps away from the door, there is a small stream through the village, there are weeping willows planted on both sides of the stream, it is June, flowers and plants are flourishing, and there are a few ducklings playing in the water in the stream. Across the stream is a green farmland, I don't know what kind of crops are grown, at the end of the farmland is a hilly low hill, at the foot of which there are some sparse houses and courtyards, hidden in the dense forest, full of shadows. In the distance, some figures were walking, and even the shepherd boy could be seen riding a scalper. There is a bamboo and wood bridge on the left hand side in front of the small courtyard to connect the two banks. The eyes are full of emerald green, in a few roosters and dogs barking, the whole village looks particularly quiet and pleasant in the afternoon, a good pastoral scenery, the rivers and mountains are picturesque.

Xiao'e led the way in front of Leng Feng, full of interest, sometimes folding willow branches and hats, sometimes picking flowers and smelling them, sometimes flowing into the creek and playing in the water, like a little lark in front of him and behind him happily, taking him slowly from the south of the village to the north of the village, and from the east of the village to the west of the village. Along the way, he met many people, and they were all pleasantly surprised by the cordial calls of "Da Lang, Da Lang", and he had to bow his head one by one and salute.

With Wu Zhi's previous consciousness, he generally had a clearer understanding of the village of the Wu family. Most of the families in Wujia Village have the surname Wu, there are about 100 households, about four or five hundred people, most of whom are engaged in farming. There is a private school at the west end of the village, and the children in the village study in this private school. Mr. Teaching is an old talent surnamed Wu Mingzhen, an outsider, in his fifties. A few years ago, there was also a teaching gentleman, that is, Wu Zhi's father Wu Zhi, who was also a showman, but unfortunately died of illness nine years ago, and his mother became depressed and became ill, and he also died a year later. The original origin of the Wujia surname is not here, the ancestors lived in Jinyang County, the descendants of Yin Wuding, and later migrated to Kongsongzhuang (now Wujia Village) in Qinghe County, since then the branches have been scattered, and the people have gradually prospered. Before the death of Wu Zhi's parents, he had a small field, and his family background was okay, but since the death of his parents and the eight-year-old Wu Zhi was raised by his second uncle, the family began to gradually decline. In order to inherit his father's legacy of the Zhongxing martial arts family in the meritorious examination, the second uncle and aunt have always gritted their teeth and insisted on sending Wu Zhi to study in a private school. Wu Zhi was smart when he was young, advocating literature and martial arts, and he liked poetry and books, and when he just turned seventeen this year, he already had the identity of a showman, and he was working hard towards the great cause of being admitted to the Jinshi meritorious service. It's a pity that it is now dead, and its body and soul have been taken by Leng Feng as his own!

On the way back, when I passed in front of my house, I saw a small pier by the stream, and rows of stone steps stretched out into the creek one after another, probably a place for washing and wetting my feet.

Leng Feng's heart moved, and he walked quickly to the small pier by the stream. The stream in front of him was murmuring, the blue waves were sparkling, he found a calm place on the water, stretched out his head to look into the water, and his reflection was reflected in the water. Leng Feng was stunned, and finally completely relieved, it turned out that this Wu Dalang was still quite handsome, not the three-inch Dinggu bark that he was thinking about in his heart!

The stone in his heart fell, and Leng Feng slowly recovered from the shock and loss of consciousness when he first woke up, and completely relaxed himself. Although it is too unbelievable to travel to the Northern Song Dynasty, but after all, it can be regarded as a new life, although it occupies Wu Zhi's body, which is a little uncomfortable for him, but after all, it also inherits his thoughts and memories, and it can be regarded as helping him get a new life, and things don't seem to be as bad as imagined!

When he returned home with Xiao'e, it was late, Leng Feng felt that his headache was tighter, and he felt a little tired, after eating the healing decoction made by Feng Niang himself, he ate some egg porridge, so he said goodbye to Feng Niang and Xiao'e, and in Feng Niang's concerned gaze, he returned to the bedroom and fell asleep again.