Zhang Cheng was a librarian in his previous life, dealing with yellowed ancient books and silent bookshelves every day, and his life was like a glass of boiled water.
A strange lightning split him into another person - the orphan of Marshal Zhang of the Liang Dynasty, a two-year-old child who was left to fend for himself in a corner of the palace. His parents died in the battlefield, and the emperor thought of his old kindness and adopted him, but he just threw him into a remote courtyard and gave him to a maid for twenty taels of silver a month, and ignored him ever since.
I can tolerate these. The most intolerable thing is that the food in this world tastes like pig food.
The corn porridge is sour and smelly, and when cooked it is worse than the pig food in the countryside; the ironware breaks when you break it, and you can't even find a decent door latch; there are no potatoes, no sweet potatoes, no soy sauce, and even the salt is bitter. The level of civilization as a whole was lagging behind any history book he had read in his previous life.
Fortunately, he still has a library in his head. Hundreds of thousands of books, ranging from agriculture to metallurgy, cooking to the art of war, were quietly waiting for him to browse.
He originally wanted to be a salty fish in the palace, slowly save money, slowly improve his life, and make plans when he grows up. But someone refused to let him calm down - the aroma of a pot of chicken stewed with soybeans wafted out, attracting a group of high-status uninvited guests.
This group of people stayed in Qiwu Courtyard and refused to leave.
And the bigger trouble is yet to come.
Come on, come on, go, go, go, go, go