[A traditional man’s everyday disasters | Ridiculous comedy | No angst | No System | If it’s not good, come hit me]
The transmigration pioneer copied all the Tang poems. What am I supposed to use to show off?
The answer: Jay Chou.
“Under a sky about to rain, the mist veils the blue porcelain” is adapted from “Blue and White Porcelain.”
“The fragrance of rice paddies drifts around the old village” is adapted from “Rice Fragrance.”
He becomes a sensation at a literary gathering, and the Minister’s daughter pursues him.
The Vice Minister’s son accuses him of plagiarism. I laugh: “Then why don’t you copy something too?”
Later, I open a clinic and sell Liuwei Dihuang pills. The emperor secretly comes to buy some.
Later, I brew wine that can’t hold a candle to Maotai, and a prince begs to become my distributor.
Then the heroines grab me by the ears and ask, “Lin Bei, who’s Jingjing?”
Me: “...Let me explain.”
