On New Year's Eve 2026, Tengzhou was covered in freezing rain.
Delivery boy Zhang Linyuan ran around in traffic for perfect attendance and a house, but was hit by an out-of-control Audi and plunged into the endless darkness.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no system, no golden finger, and no aura of being a time traveler.
There is only the broken body of a fifteen-year-old tenant farmer at the end of the Southern Tang Dynasty in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, when wars were raging.
His name is Zhang Ergou, his family is poor, and he is heavily in debt. He will soon be forcibly recruited into the army and become cannon fodder.
In his lonely life, the only thing he relied on was the Mohist Boxing taught by an old man when he was young.
Don't be cruel, don't kill indiscriminately, just keep your body healthy, just keep your life, and just keep a little peace of mind.
From the defeated soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty to the auxiliary soldiers of the Later Zhou Dynasty, they climbed out of the sea of blood from the mountains of corpses, and rose from the bottom of the soldier to the leader of an army.
He has seen the massacre of villages in troubled times, the death of hungry people everywhere, the change of imperial power, and the overthrow of dynasties.
Chenqiao mutiny and the founding of the Northern Song Dynasty. He did not cling to dragons and phoenixes, nor was he greedy for merit or power, but only sought the word "safety".
After he retired, he invited himself to return to Teng County, Yizhou.
Holding a plow in one hand and a book in the other, he transformed from a warrior to a farmer and reader, teaching his children to become talents, and his family's transformation.
One dream lasted for seventy years, from being a tenant to a farming family, from a lonely soul to a family full of children and grandchildren.
When he opened his eyes again, the smell of disinfectant filled his nose, and he returned to the modern ward.
He was in coma for only five days, but in his dream it was already a thousand years.
The Mohist boxing is still there, but the state of mind has changed, the regrets have been resolved, and the obsession has disappeared.
In this life, he no longer struggles for survival, but only lives for what is worth living in this world.
No system, no cheats, purely realistic history.
From a delivery boy to a farmer in the Northern Song Dynasty, it has been a dream for a thousand years.
