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The autumn wind is bleak and the sky is slightly cool.

In a dilapidated courtyard, a handsome-looking young man was standing. He was looking left and right with a look of confusion on his face.

"I seemed to be chatting just now, why are you here suddenly?"

The young man lowered his head and looked at the clothes that were shabby but clean, and suddenly became even more confused.

Because he is wearing an ancient gown!

Kidnapped?

Impossible, whoever kidnaps someone would put themselves in such clothes.

mischief?

It’s not quite right when you think about it.

The boy's name is Jiang Fengyu, a very poetic name.

In reality, he is not a sociable person. Although he has friends, he does not have the kind of friends who are boring enough to make such a joke.

"Did I transmigrate?"

Jiang Fengyu's mouth twitched slightly.

Thinking of this possibility, he felt a little bit ache in his stomach. It felt a little unreliable that such a legendary good thing would happen to him.

Next, will the tiger's body tremble, the younger brother kneeling on the ground, and beautiful women vying to come and sleep with him?

"call!"

Take a deep breath.

Jiang Fengyu shook his head and threw away those unrealistic thoughts.

The most urgent task is to figure out where you are!

He looked around for a few times, and then determined one thing - even if it was transmigrated, it was transmigrated to Qiong Bi, and he would not be the son of an emperor, general or prime minister.

This house is really dilapidated!

To be honest, Jiang Fengyu has only seen such a dilapidated house on TV.

First, there are windows and they are extremely transparent!

Second, there is a door... but what he is talking about is a thin wooden board leaning against the door frame, which can barely be called a "door".

third……

Jiang Fengyu lowered his head and looked at the ground beneath his feet.

It can be seen that vegetables are often grown here, and he is obviously a self-reliant guy - he probably has no money to buy vegetables.

"Visual inspection shows that the possibility of transmigrate is already 100%..."

Jiang Fengyu sighed.

This is really bad luck. Just transmigrate, and it actually transmigrated to a poor dog. This made him, who was a senior poor dog in his previous life, very sad.

"And he seems to be alone, alone?"

Jiang Fengyu thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the house.

Empty!

The dilapidated house was divided into two rooms, one was a bedroom and the other was a study.

The bedroom was ordinary, with a wooden bed in it. It looked a little older. Probably to save space, there wasn't even a table. I probably ate on the bed.

As for the study room, it is much cleaner.

There is a table, a chair, an oil lamp, and a pile of books neatly placed on the table and in the corner. Although it looks shabby, it is in good condition.

It can be seen that this guy is still a person who loves reading!

"kindness?"

Jiang Fengyu's eyes moved slightly and looked at the open book.

The characters were not the simplified Chinese characters he was familiar with!

"It looks like traditional Chinese characters."

Jiang Fengyu murmured to himself.

He picked up the book, flipped through a few pages at random, and found that he could recognize these words, they were not unfamiliar at all!

"this……"

Jiang Fengyu was stunned for a moment.

The next moment.

Some information suddenly poured into his mind, about his identity and everything here!

"I'm a... poor scholar?"

The corners of Jiang Fengyu's eyes twitched slightly.

The information in his mind shows that his body is also called Jiang Fengyu. As his name suggests, he has gone through many ups and downs in his life. He has studied hard and has not yet been able to get a meritorious degree.

Moreover, both of his parents died when he was young, and he seems to be alive today because he has a wealthy relative.

"However, it seems that the relative has always wanted to take this compound as his own."

Jiang Fengyu murmured in his mouth.

This courtyard seems to be quite valuable... This is the only gratifying thing at the moment.

Based on those fragmentary memories, Jiang Fengyu learned that although this so-called "home" was very dilapidated, it was located in the center of the city.

On more than one occasion, someone proposed to purchase the land title, but was sternly rejected by his predecessor Jiang Fengyu.

The reason is: How can we abandon the family property inherited from our ancestors?

To put it simply, I won’t sell it even if I starve to death!

Then, he really died.

Of course, it's not like starving to death, but... being poisoned!

"So, this body is still poisoned?"

The corner of Jiang Fengyu's mouth twitched, and he felt a little bad. "Is it possible that I will die just after I transmigrated here?!"

He was very unwilling.

However, there seems to be no solution.

Seeking medical treatment is a complete fantasy, and I estimate that the money I have is only enough for a few meals.

"If it were me, I would be lucky enough not to die."

There was a cold look in Jiang Fengyu's eyes, and he swore fiercely, "I will make you pay with blood for the so-called 'relative' who harmed me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand suddenly felt a burning sensation.

"kindness?"

Jiang Fengyu lowered his head subconsciously and suddenly discovered that there was a rather familiar pattern on the back of his left hand.