Li Fan, seventeen years old, was born in Xiaoli Village, thirty miles east of Chenqiaoyi, Bianzhou. His parents died young, and he lived in a dilapidated hut on three acres of thin farmland at the east end of the village. Yesterday, I went to the town to sell firewood. On my way back, I encountered a rout and was robbed of my only twenty coins. I was pushed and the back of my head hit a stone, and I died.
Li Fan, who comes from the 21st century, has just celebrated his 20th birthday. He is an ordinary young man who grew up in a welfare institution, relied on student loans and part-time work to complete his college education, and is worrying about internships and rent. Last night, he was still staying up late to catch up on a planning project, when his vision went dark...
When I woke up again, it was already a thousand years ago, at the end of the Five Dynasties and the beginning of the Song Dynasty.
