The Sheng and Xiao Are Not Silent, and I Return to You to Play Solo

I chatted with that autumn wind for half a night, and the autumn wind blew my ripped jeans without even farting! This book, to put it bluntly, is just a random speculation about "time travel", but I want to write it as an official history - don't laugh! Before I started writing, I patted my head 800 times: Is it tenable to write like this? Could the ancients do this? Will the neighbors scold me after hearing this? In order to figure out how to bow to the county magistrate in Chuyuan and how to tie the hair of a man who is crowning him... I tore through the tattered account books left by my ancestors, ran to the old temple to ask for blessings, and even wanted to pick up the beard of the City God to check the year! Others write that when traveling through time, it is easy to build firecrackers, blow up imperial cities, and marry princesses, which is as easy as eating snail noodles. I don't! I opened Du Niang's coat and typed out the result using the pinyin input method in the conspicuous frame, or I searched and searched in the library with my 8,000-degree myopia, and I only started writing after I knew the result! Imperial examination room? When the sweat drops fall off the paper, ink will appear on it! Market alley? If the price of onions, ginger, and garlic goes up by a penny, women can scold you for half the street! I have weighed all these bits and pieces and measured them with a ruler. I am afraid that if any of my words are revealed, I will be caught and confronted by the Lord of Hell! Someone said: "What are you trying to do? It's just for fun!" I chuckled: If you have to have fun, your muscles and bones must be stronger! I would rather make up ten less fairy scenes than waste the fireworks of my ancestors. So, when you open this book - what you smell is the fragrant sweat of girls in the late Ming Dynasty, what you feel are the patches on the people's bodies, what you hear is the sound of abacus beads, the braying of donkeys, and that... The last sigh of the Ming Dynasty. If you feel that my writing is too realistic,