Literary Sage from a Poor Family

"Where... Is this?" He muttered to himself, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper. Just when I was about to raise my hands to rub my head, a strange memory suddenly came to my mind—— Dayong Dynasty, Jinghe three years. This is Qingxi County under the jurisdiction of Qingzhou Prefecture, which is still more than a hundred miles away from the prefecture capital. The original owner, also named Lin Yan, was a seventeen-year-old scholar from a poor family. His parents died of an illness when he was ten years old. He barely made ends meet by relying on the help of his neighbors, copying books, and writing letters for others. He finally got admitted as a scholar last year. He thought he would have a way out, but he didn't expect that apart from being exempt from taxes, he couldn't even find a serious job as a scholar. The provincial examination in the state capital starts in half a month. The original owner set out from Qingxi County before dawn, hoping to walk to the state capital with twenty coins collected by his neighbors. Unexpectedly, we encountered a blizzard halfway through. I was cold and hungry, and couldn't hold on any longer, so I hid in this ruined temple. Last night, the original owner was leaning on the haystack, thinking that the little money in his pocket was not even enough to stay in a hotel, let alone the handyman who would manage the examination room. The more he thought about it, the more desperate he became. In the end, he was so cold and hungry that he lost his breath. And I just wore it on him.