Chapter One: The Disheartened Husband

  Qin Kan felt an urge to die when he woke up and found himself in that situation.

  In fact, he is dying.

  "Is dying" means he is in the process of death.

  A rope was wrapped around his neck, and the whole person was like a piece of wind-dried bacon, hanging under the beam, floating as if independent of the world.

  My god! Murder!

  Qin Kan was so shocked and angry that he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

  Without thinking about why the plane crashed and woke up, Qin Kan was inexplicably suspended in mid-air, and now he can only struggle to survive with all his might.

  With both hands grasping the rope, Qin Kan tried to struggle his neck free, but the rope only tightened further, and his two arms were as soft and weak as noodles, without any strength.

  There is a familiar yet strange feeling in my mind, as if there is a voice telling me that this is my home, and he is hanging under the beam of my house.

  This feeling is eerie, as if I have dissociative identity disorder, with two selves in my body, and the unfamiliar self growing weaker and fainter, until it reluctantly leaves my body...

  His face had turned purple, and he was suspended from the beam by a rope, swaying back and forth in mid-air, his hands and feet struggling weakly, as if he had been caught by Ren Yi Xing's Stellar Devouring Seal.

  Breathing became increasingly difficult, consciousness grew more and more blurred, struggling left and right was futile. Just when Qin Kan thought he would return to the heavenly kingdom, the door was kicked open with one foot, and a loud voice shouted: "Qin Xianggong has hanged himself!"

  The classic degree of this sentence is comparable to a certain movie where the "boss fell into the toilet pit", Qin was confused and suddenly had a feeling of wanting to laugh, why do people have to shout out the current situation before saving someone? ...Can't you save me first and then shout?

  Qin Kan suddenly felt his legs, which were hanging in mid-air, being grasped by someone, and then... with a strong pull downwards, the rope around his neck tightened a little more each time, causing Qin Kan's tongue to involuntarily stick out once.

  Once, twice, thrice...

  The person who hanged himself didn't know how to save Qin Kan, even if he couldn't be like a master in the movie who shot the rope with one hand, at least he shouldn't have pulled it down violently.

  What a rare bunch of weirdos...

  Damn it... damn you all! Qin Kan suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to curse.

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  The feeling of hanging in mid-air, overlooking everything, was quite pleasant - if it weren't for the rope constricting his neck.

  Under his feet was a group of villagers who were busy pulling him, the villagers were very simple and kind, they were full of love.

  Of course, there were also discordant scenes. Through the crowd rescuing him, Qin Kan's vision became increasingly blurred, but he sensitively discovered that a young man lurking on the periphery of the crowd took advantage of no one noticing and quietly put a jade paperweight from the desk in the house into his pocket.

  The young man's actions made Qin Kan feel inexplicably angry, as if he had discovered his wallet in the hands of a pickpocket on a bus, painful and furious.

  Put it down! That's my paperweight...

  Qin Kan let out a weak roar in his heart.

  There was also a young man who quietly stuffed the folding fan hanging on the wall corner into his sleeve. Put it down! That's my fan...

  Are they here to rescue people or to loot?

  I'll come back and settle the score with you!

  Bang!

  The rope around his neck was finally broken by a group of kind-hearted villagers who almost did something bad.

  Qin Kan fell heavily to the ground, his face hitting the earth.

  "Qin Xiūcái, Qin Xiūcái! What's wrong with you?" A group of villagers exclaimed in unison, shaking his frail shoulders vigorously.

  Qin Kan's mind was buzzing, and all he saw were golden stars flying around. He struggled to open his eyes with great effort, and when his vision gradually recovered, he found a group of people wearing ancient clothes surrounding him - the appearance of these guys was really ridiculous.

  Everyone wore a gray linen short shirt, tied around the waist with a grass rope, long hair combed up to the top of the head and tied into a loose bun, each face etched with a deeper desolation than the yellow land.

  Ancient rural people?

  "Qin Xianggong, are you alright?" a middle-aged man in his forties with a weathered face asked with concern.

  Husband? What kind of title is this? Besides playing mahjong, when has he ever been called husband by others?

  Qin Kan didn't say a word, he really couldn't speak, his face was still purplish blue, his throat felt like it was being cut by a dull knife again and again, waves of stinging pain, his mouth opened to its widest extent, taking rapid and urgent breaths of precious air.

  The enthusiastic villagers brought a bowl of warm water and fed Qin Kan to drink, and Qin Kan lay on the cold ground for a while, and the throat pain was relieved a little.

  As his vague consciousness gradually cleared up, Qin Kan finally had the energy to take in the enthusiastic villagers surrounding him.

  Yeah, these people's getup is really ridiculous. Whether in a state of confusion or clear-headedness, Qin Kan's aesthetic view will not change at all.

  It's not the time to pursue them for their attire, Qin Kan felt that there was one thing that must be dealt with, and it was pressing.

  His eyes scanned the crowd, and suddenly Qin Kan's eyes lit up. His weak right hand trembled as he stretched out and grabbed a young man's wrist.

  "Give me back my stuff!"

  This was Qin Kan's first sentence, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant to listen to, like tearing silk.

  The young man who was caught was greatly surprised, under the gaze of the villagers, took out the jade paperweight that had just been stolen from his arms and placed it on the ground, with a red face and turned to run.

  Very good, knowing shame is akin to bravery, this person can still be saved.

  With great difficulty, Qin Kan grabbed another person's wrist.

  "Hand it over... otherwise I'll call the police!"

  Qin Kan's weak humming.

  Another person also frantically pulled out a folding fan from his sleeve and put it on the ground, covering his face in shame and fleeing.

  Face is really thin, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't be so happy about it...

  Qin Kan couldn't help but feel a little smug after catching two thieves in a row.

  Are there still hidden thieves?

  Qin Kan's hands subconsciously started grasping around wildly.

  Then came a warm and comfortable feeling in the palm of his hand.

  Soft and comfortable.

  Hot bun?

  What a thief! The quality of stealing things is so low...

  "Hand it over!" Qin Kan was somewhat annoyed, the steamed bun was also from our house!

  A soft and timid cry was followed by a loud roar of rage: "Bastard! Dare to touch my wife..."

  Steal my family's mantou and dare to scold me? Shameless!

  He abruptly raised his middle finger, then... Qin Kan thoroughly fainted.

  Spring water is blue as the sky, a painted boat sleeps listening to the rain. A person by the stove seems like the moon, wrists white with frost and snow. Don't return home before old age, returning home requires a broken heart.

  The rain in Jiangnan brings both joy and sorrow.

  In the 17th year of the Hongzhi era of the Great Ming dynasty, in Qinzhuang, Shanyin County, Shaoxing Prefecture, Jiangnan.

  Qin Kan stood at the village entrance, beside the only small path leading to the county town, with his hands behind his back, looking at the vast expanse of rain in the sky, his eyes filled with a sense of desolation and bleakness.

  Villagers wearing coarse linen shirts and carrying farm tools passed by him, turning their heads to look at him with a mixture of reverence and curiosity.

  The villagers' hushed discussions still reached Qin Kan's ears without exception.

  "What happened to Lord Qin after he was rescued? Why did he become so silly?"

  "How could he not be stupid when his good fortune and reputation as a scholar were ruined?"

  The topic began to extend...

  "I didn't expect Director Qin to be such a weak and timid person, yet he's also a man with blood and guts."

  "Indeed, a 19-year-old scholar-official's son dares to beat the prefectural magistrate's son until he spits blood, tsk tsk..."

  "After all, he was too reckless and impulsive. How could a scholar offend the son of the county magistrate? Look, wasn't it just two days ago that the educational official of Shaoxing Prefecture issued an order to Yuyao County? Alas, the scholar's career was ruined, and his family had to pay for all the medicinal expenses of the county magistrate's household. What a pity..."

  "Why does Duke Qin want to hit the young master of the Zhi Prefecture?"

  "I heard it's because of a woman..."

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  “…………”

  It was obviously a whisper among villagers, but it had a somewhat reckless tone.

  Qin Kan stood with his hands behind him on the edge of the field, smiling bitterly.

  Apart from a wry smile, he really didn't know what expression to use to convey his emotions at that moment.

  Not bad, the "Xiucai" talked about by the villagers is him, Qin Kan.

  But as for the young master of the Magistrate's household and that woman who had caused the two men to fight... honestly, Qin Kan couldn't remember at all.

  Because this Qin Kan is not that Qin Kan, he has a huge secret hidden in his heart, which is... He comes from the modern 21st century and just arrived yesterday.

  Theoretically, at this moment, he should be sleeping in a five-star hotel with a flight attendant he had just hooked up with, shamelessly on the luxurious big bed, rather than standing by the rural fields of Ming Dynasty's Hongzhi 17th year, reciting the vastness of heaven and earth...

  Theory is just theory, after all it's not fact.

  The fact is... Qin Kan crossed over.

  Qin Kan is a good person, whether in his past life or this life, no one who knows him would disagree with this conclusion.

  It's just not fair, those murderers and arsonists are all fine, but Qin Kan, a diligent and hardworking young man who is willing to work hard for his family, with only a small hobby of stepping on flowers, was actually transported back in time.

  Alright, let's just cross over then.

  But... tomorrow's clothes are really ugly, and... why are the two wooden boards in the toilet for people to step on so fragile?

  Why!!