Li Hao just won five million, but before he could claim his prize, he was hit by a car and entered the Tang Dynasty.
Without a system or plug-ins, he became Chen Xiaoman, a young man who was about to starve to death.
In order to survive, he started with a bowl of steamed buns, set up a stall, opened a shop in the Tang Dynasty, entered Chang'an, and gradually reached the pinnacle of life.
But at his peak, an assassination sent him back to modern times.
Ten years in ancient times, one dream in modern times.
When he discovered that he had nothing to worry about, his fate reversed again.
When he least wanted to die, he returned to the Tang Dynasty.
Reader comments
It looks great. I also have a lottery dream. I urge you to update more!
When I wrote this book, I originally just wanted to answer a question for myself.
If one day, I suddenly win five million.
How will I live?
Hence this story.
At first, I thought I was writing about getting rich.
It's time travel.
It's business.
It was to bring some of the ideas of modern people to the Tang Dynasty.
But as I write, I find that what I care about more and more is no longer how much money I make.
But those who have been with you along the way.
When many characters first appeared, they might just be to advance the plot.
But slowly, they began to have their own temper, their own choices, and their own persistence.
Sometimes I even forget that I am writing them.
Or are they moving forward with the story.
I often think about it.
If one day the story ends.
Will they still live in that world?
Will they continue to drink, eat, chat, and quarrel?
Will you sit in the yard and bask in the sun on an ordinary afternoon?
Will you sit around the fire one winter night and talk about what happened many years ago?
Do you occasionally think of the person who changed everything?
And will that person think of them occasionally?
I found out later.
This book is never just about making money.
It's not steamed buns either.
Not even Chang'an.
It's about encounters between people.
It is the process of a person who was originally lonely slowly gaining family, friends, teachers and a place to belong to.
Life is weird sometimes.
We always think that we are pursuing some distant place.
It took me a long time to find out.
What is truly worth remembering is often not the end.
But the people you meet on the road.
Thanks to every reader who is willing to accompany them to this point.
And thank you for your willingness to believe.
In that city of Chang'an filled with fireworks.
There really is such a group of living people.
Chang'an is a long way away.
Old friends are always there.
It's super beautiful. There are no flaws so far. It's down-to-earth.
It looks great. I also have a lottery dream. I urge you to update more! When I wrote this book, I originally just wanted to answer a question for myself. If one day, I suddenly win five million. How will I live? Hence this story. At first, I thought I was writing about getting rich. It's time travel. It's business. It was to bring some of the ideas of modern people to the Tang Dynasty. But as I write, I find that what I care about more and more is no longer how much money I make. But those who have been with you along the way. When many characters first appeared, they might just be to advance the plot. But slowly, they began to have their own temper, their own choices, and their own persistence. Sometimes I even forget that I am writing them. Or are they moving forward with the story. I often think about it. If one day the story ends. Will they still live in that world? Will they continue to drink, eat, chat, and quarrel? Will you sit in the yard and bask in the sun on an ordinary afternoon? Will you sit around the fire one winter night and talk about what happened many years ago? Do you occasionally think of the person who changed everything? And will that person think of them occasionally? I found out later. This book is never just about making money. It's not steamed buns either. Not even Chang'an. It's about encounters between people. It is the process of a person who was originally lonely slowly gaining family, friends, teachers and a place to belong to. Life is weird sometimes. We always think that we are pursuing some distant place. It took me a long time to find out. What is truly worth remembering is often not the end. But the people you meet on the road. Thanks to every reader who is willing to accompany them to this point. And thank you for your willingness to believe. In that city of Chang'an filled with fireworks. There really is such a group of living people. Chang'an is a long way away. Old friends are always there.
It's super beautiful. There are no flaws so far. It's down-to-earth.