Cheap but Not a Sword

My head felt so dizzy that it felt like someone had been pressed into a water tank for three days and three nights. I felt dizzy, swollen, and had a buzzing sound. Zhang Jian struggled to open his eyelids, his vision blurred for a while before he managed to focus. There was no pale ceiling light of the office building, no moldy ceiling of the rental house, only a dark thatched roof with rotten wooden beams standing crookedly. When the wind blew, fine grass clippings mixed with cobwebs fell down, covering his face. Unlucky. This was his first thought when he regained consciousness. A huge amount of memories were thrown into his mind like taking out the trash. The old and new phases of his life collided crazily, causing his temples to pound. Half a minute later, Zhang Jian realized it completely - he had traveled through time.