On the TV, Pan Jinlian had just finished saying, “Darling, it’s time to take your medicine,” when the screen went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become Wu Dalang.
Short arms, short legs, and just recovered from a chill. Pan Jinlian was busy in the kitchen, calling me to take my medicine in a gentle voice.
Like hell I was going to take it. This body was mine now, and Yanggu County was mine too.
Wu Song hadn’t killed the tiger yet. Ximen Qing hadn’t come calling, and Shi Qian was still scurrying around beneath the walls.
Perfect.
First, I’d sell donkey-meat flatbread rolls and get the stove fired up. Then I’d find out exactly what Ximen Qing owned and strip his pharmacy, his house, and every last bit of his ready cash. Zhou Xu would sell the donkey meat, Shi Qian would teach me to scale walls, and Brother Yun would run errands for me.
By the time Wu Song came down from Jingyang Ridge, I’d have already built the stage for this little drama in Yanggu County.
Other people transmigrate just to survive. I, Lu Ye, transmigrated to collect a debt.
