The biting cold wind was like countless thin needles, piercing into the flesh through the thin coarse clothes. Lin Yue shivered violently and woke up from the chaos.
What you can see is the dark thatched roof, with dust flying freely in the light leaking from a few holes. Underneath him was a hard earthen kang, covered with a thin layer of straw that exuded a musty smell. The so-called quilt was nothing more than an old linen garment that had been starched and turned white, and could not withstand the severe cold of late winter.
"Cough... Cough cough..."
There was a weak cough from the side. Lin Yue turned his head and used the faint light to see clearly the person next to him - an old woman with a sallow complexion and high cheekbones, who was curled up and breathing hard. This is the original owner's grandmother, and this body's only remaining relative in this strange world.
The memory fragments pouring into his mind became clearer and clearer, and Lin Yue finally accepted the fact that he had traveled through time. He was originally a graduate student majoring in brewing engineering at the modern Jiangnan University. During a lab experiment on replicating ancient brewing methods, he accidentally choked on alcohol vapor and fainted. When he woke up again, he arrived in this strange dynasty called "Dajing" and became a down-and-out scholar with the same name.
