Chapter 2: The Unworthy Soft Egg

  This Jiang Feng was spoken for by an old military officer to a colleague when he was young, with the expectation that they would get married when he came of age.

  However, Jiang Feng had been bullied by his colleagues since he joined the Brocade Guard because of his humble background. He was also a weak and timid person, working in the arrogant and domineering Brocade Guard, enduring humiliation every day. At the age of 21, the girl's family suddenly proposed to break off the engagement, saying they couldn't bear to see their daughter suffer with a weakling.

  Jiang Feng was furious, but he didn't have the guts to go to the other person's house to make a scene. Instead, he plucked up his courage and went to the hotel to extort money, but what he never expected was that halfway there, someone hit him with a club, knocking the soul out of him.

  Memories have merged, and the original owner's cowardice is clearly felt by Jiang Feng. The strong and overbearing Jiang Feng has always despised the weakness of his body's original owner, with a contempt that knows no bounds. However, if the other party hadn't been so weak, perhaps his own soul wouldn't have entered this body either.

  As soon as his mind cleared, the pain and fatigue surged up. Later on, Jiang Feng's mind only had one thought: since he had traveled back in time to ancient times, he would definitely live life to the fullest and have a good time.

  Thinking and thinking, I fell asleep heavily...

  The next morning, he was awakened by the unfamiliar sound of a rooster's crowing. After getting up, Jiang Feng followed his usual routine and practiced a set of punches in the courtyard. The name of the boxing technique he learned was called "Bajiquan", which emerged during the Qing Dynasty and emphasized practical combat skills with strong and powerful moves.

  Posture is not just a good-looking set of punches, Jiang Feng feels that the feeling from his previous life has returned to his body. What makes him even more delighted is that this Jin Yiwei's body, due to being born into a military family and diligently practicing (most Jin Yiwei soldiers barely practice) despite being considered foolish by his colleagues, has an exceptionally high physical quality.

  After a set of punches, I felt refreshed and invigorated, but my mind was still having trouble adapting. After all, in the blink of an eye, I had traveled from the 21st century to the Ming Dynasty.

  Jiang Feng dazedly began to tidy up the battle armor that he hadn't taken off since last night, the small school on his body and the officers and soldiers of the Wei camp were all wearing swan-patterned battle robes, but they were a bit newer, with the embroidered spring knife tucked into his waist.

  Walked out of the hospital and went to the nearby Jin Yiwei government office for roll call.

  Getting dressed, going out, carrying a sword, and striking the hour, all these things are fresh and unfamiliar to Jiang Feng from modern times, but doing them feels so familiar. At this moment, Jiang Feng suddenly felt like an onlooker, watching as his body busied itself back and forth.

  Everything was bustling with activity, and as he walked along the streets on his daily patrol, Jiang Feng finally truly felt that he had arrived in this world, and that he had really come to Beijing City in the Ming Dynasty.

  Both sides of the road were lined with taverns and restaurants, carriages, sedan chairs, and pedestrians all coming and going; if it weren't for those carriages and roadside buildings, it would seem just like one of today's bustling commercial streets.

  In modern times, the brave and fierce Jiang Feng actually liked to read Yun Zhongyue's works the most. Yun Zhongyue's depiction of the Ming Dynasty was the most classic, often giving people a sense of being on the scene. However, now Jiang Feng is really in the Ming Dynasty, in the city of Beijing 500 years ago.

  Jiang Feng felt a little dazed, although he had confirmed that he had traveled back in time, but at this moment it was as if he was still in a dream.

  But this daze was soon interrupted by a voice, and at the entrance of a restaurant on the side of the road, two people were discussing something there:

  "Look at Jiang Feng (Jiang Feng), wandering foolishly on the street, who would give him face on our street, what is he doing here?"

  "Other military officers are all strong and majestic, standing there with an air of grandeur. None of them are like this useless thing."

  Jiang Feng's attention had been completely drawn away, and he hadn't expected that one of the voices suddenly dropped a lot, but still fell into Jiang Feng's ears.

  "Yesterday, this kid went to Shunfeng Building for dinner and still paid the bill obediently. Look at that, how unimpressive! The military officers even pay for their food!"

  Damn it, Jiang Feng's temper flared up. In his previous life, he wasn't someone who suffered in silence. Originally, the Jin Yiwei guards patrolling the streets had their embroidered spring knives hung at their waists, with their left hands resting on them as they walked in a steady gait. Unaccustomed to this, Jiang Feng's anger rose and he removed his waist knife, placing it along with its scabbard onto his shoulder.

  With a swaggering gait, he walked towards the direction of the voice, two people standing at the door were the wine house's doormen, standing at the door to greet guests.

  It's still early for lunch, and they're chatting casually there, not being reserved at all, cracking jokes freely. If it were the old Jiang Feng, he wouldn't have said anything to them, nor would he have dared to, and would have just walked away with his head down. But unexpectedly, today's Jiang Feng is walking directly towards here.

  Jiang Feng looked at the two people who had just been discussing, both of whom were in their thirties and forties, wearing a cyan robe that made them look relatively neat. He swaggered over, they were surprised, but there was no fear on their faces, apparently they didn't have any scruples, Jiang Feng swayed past.

  He saw that the name of the wine building was called Huifeng Building, and the door face was quite bright. It looks like it's a high-end restaurant even in the previous life.

  The doorman of the Hui Feng Building saw Jiang Feng walking towards him, and although he didn't feel any fear at first, looking at Jiang's tall stature (the inheritance of a military family) and the long knife slung over his shoulder, his heart still skipped a beat. However, recalling the weak impression he had of this person from before, he felt slightly more at ease.

  The person on the side hastily came forward with a forced smile and stiffly said:

  "Isn't this Boss Jiang? So early, what brings you to our humble shop?"

  The meaning of refusing people thousands of miles away is very clear, and they don't want Jiang Feng to enter at all. Jiang Feng looked up at the golden characters on the signboard, completely ignoring the two doormen in front of him, and strode in with a sweep of his hand.

  Jiang Feng was still weak and frail, but he had been enduring physical hardship for a long time, his strength was not something ordinary people could match. The two doormen were pushed around, watching helplessly as he walked into the wine tower.

  As soon as he entered the main hall, Jiang Feng sat down with a loud thud, slapping his long sword on the table, making a rather intimidating sound. The shopkeeper inside quickly gave a signal to the young shop assistant, who hurried over with a smile all over his face and greeted him warmly:

  "Old Jiang, you've come to our humble shop so early, what can I help you with?"