Shen Yanqing was already thirty years old and had already started a family. He had a son and a daughter around his knees. His wife was a traditional woman, gentle and virtuous. Although Shen Yanqing was not considered suave and suave in the circle, she was elegant and polite. She was not greedy for wine or lustful, and had an excellent reputation. Every time he thought of all this, Shen Yanqing's face would glow with a soft light, and his pair of narrow eyes would always be slightly squinted, clearly showing a sense of pride and satisfaction.
Now, Shen Yanqing was inexplicably reborn in a dynasty that did not exist in history, the Shengwu Dynasty. He was even a widower whose wife died. With a frail body, he took his four-year-old son and thirteen-year-old brother to live in two shabby thatched huts. For Shen Yanqing, this situation was like going back to before liberation.
What's even worse is that although the characters in this time and space are Chinese characters, they are ancient Chinese characters. He, Shen Yanqing, has completely become an illiterate village man. . .