Li Yingjun, a senior social worker, died suddenly while working overtime, and when he opened his eyes again, he became a poor scholar with the same name in the Tang Dynasty.
The original owner was still there before he fainted from hunger, but Li Yingjun was so hungry that he just wanted to chew on the corner of the table.
Seeing that his family was deserted, he felt angry in his heart: He had traveled through time and was still a cow and a horse? Impossible!
Turning to stare at the richest man in Chang'an: "Is your family in need of a son-in-law? The kind who can make a living!"
The richest man's daughter covered her mouth and smiled softly: "Show me the whole flying wooden kite first?"
Li Yingjun scratched his head: "Can a hot air balloon be used? The kind with a barbecue function."
——So in the sky over Tang Chang'an, the daughter of the richest man was sitting in a hot air balloon, making skewers and commenting: "The Feng Shui over there is good, I want it!"
It's just that the direction the balloon was floating in was heading straight to His Majesty the Emperor's harem...
