As soon as the morning bell outside the city rang six times, Chen Haotian opened his eyes on time.
He stared at the blue-grey curtain above his head, feeling dazed for a moment. The faint glow of morning light could be seen between the wooden beams and rafters, and the scent of sandalwood and old wood lingered on the tip of his nose - all this was both familiar and strange to him.
Three years.
It has been three years since we were reborn here in the 21st century, when the country was prosperous, the country was strong and the people were prosperous, and science and technology were far ahead.
Chen Haotian sat up and put on the blue military attaché uniform with quick movements. The material of the uniform is fine linen, and the belt around his waist is studded with copper nails, symbolizing his status as a ninth-grade city gatekeeper. Although this position is humble, it is the first step of his careful calculation.
Pushing open the door, the morning breeze of early autumn in Chang'an City blows in my face, bringing with it the refreshing feeling washed away by the rain last night. The leaves of the locust trees in the courtyard have turned slightly yellow, and several servants are gently cleaning the courtyard. Seeing him coming out, steward Chen Bo quickly bowed and said, "Mr. Lang is on duty today?"
"Dongshi Gate, three o'clock in the morning." Chen Haotian answered simply, fetched a bucket of cold water from the well in the courtyard, and poured it down from the beginning.
The cold stimulation made him more awake. Every time he woke up like this, he was more sure that the catastrophe in China a hundred years later was not a dream, but an inevitable future. And preventing all that is the only meaning for him to regain this life.
Intention: Rebirth, reincarnation. The long course of history cannot be changed.