I, Xu Mo, a 996 social animal who died suddenly from overwork, traveled to the Tang Dynasty.
The moment I opened my eyes, I almost died again - not because of anything else but the cold.
AD 666, the twelfth lunar month, thirty miles outside Chang'an City. The original owner was a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. He froze to death in the snow halfway there. By the time I took over this body, it was already stiff and dying.
I struggled to get up and felt all over my body - there was not a penny.
I stumbled home and when I opened the door, I was stunned.
A woman with white hair was sitting under a dim oil lamp, mending a worn cotton coat. Hearing the noise, she raised her head, tears instantly welling up in her cloudy eyes: "Mo'er, you're back..."
At that moment, I thought of my mother in my previous life - she was also a single parent, and she also relied on doing odd jobs to support me through college. When I finally made money to honor her, she was no longer there.
The original owner of this life, who studied until he was twenty-five years old, failed the exam three times, but sold the last few acres of Susukino farmland in his family and handed it over to Shu Xiu. My mother never said a word of complaint, but quietly went to do laundry and mending for wealthy families.
I looked at the thin old man in front of me and said to the original owner in my heart: You are unfilial and I will repay you.
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Originally, I just wanted to be an ordinary person, earn a little money with modern knowledge, and let my mother live a good life.
Any political intrigues or fame and wealth have nothing to do with me. The bully next door wants to take over the last remaining piece of my house? Then let him see what "dimensionality reduction strikes" mean. Counterattacks make reality farther and farther away from my original intention...
