Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

After the meal, everyone stood up to say goodbye.

Professor Lin took out a pen from his chest, wrote a note, and handed it to him: "Xiao Chen, this is my contact information and address. You can contact me if you have the chance to go to the city. Thank you for your hard work these past few days. I'll treat you well when you get to the city."

"Thank you, Professor Lin. I will definitely visit you when I have the chance to return to the city."

"Then I'll be waiting. We won't stay any longer. This concerns national cultural relics, and we need to take the bronzes and stone slabs back as soon as possible. Goodbye, Xiao Chen. I believe we'll meet again."

"Brother Chen, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I'm off."

Everyone said their goodbyes and followed Professor Lin out of the cabin.

Not far away, Yu Qingqing suddenly turned back quietly.

She slipped a note into Chen Jianming's hand and said with a grin, "This is my contact information. I've spoken to the professor and asked him to write you a letter of commendation. Don't forget to thank me when you get back to the city."

"Qingqing, why did you go back again? What's wrong? Are you reluctant to leave Brother Chen?"

"If you can't bear to leave, then stay! Haha, it'll keep Brother Chen company."

"Coming, coming! What nonsense are you talking about? I forgot something."

Yu Qingqing glanced at Chen Jianming one last time, then ran after him.

Chen Jianming smiled as he held the note; this female student was much bolder than those educated youth.

I don't know if Professor Lin's letter of praise will be of any use, or if he has the influence to get me back to the city, but it's better than nothing.

These past few days I've been traveling with them to Xuri Ridge for archaeological work. We've been covered in dust and grime all the way, and haven't washed up in days. My body feels sticky and uncomfortable.

I boiled a big basin of hot water and washed myself thoroughly before I felt much better.

Upon entering the space, I realized that I hadn't had a chance to look around in the past few days, and quite a few more things had fallen out of the crack.

A bicycle, a dried-up carp, some food, and a... condom!

"..."

He even suspected that the crack might have some kind of wicked sense of humor.

Now you can find almost every type of condom available: small, medium, large, extra-large; serrated, textured, ultra-thin—a wide variety, you name it.

But all the educated youth have returned to the city, and now he's all alone in the mountains, so he can't use them even if he wanted to.

He fixed his gaze on the lions and tigers in the space, then quickly shook his head.

Let's forget about it. Apart from Indians, there probably aren't many people who could stand it.

Even large wild beasts like lions and tigers were made tremble with fear by his gaze, and he whimpered and retreated like a kitten.

"The bicycle is nice, but it's a pity we can't ride it in these mountains now."

As for the big carp, it had probably gone bad because he hadn't had time to check on it in the past few days. He took a sniff of it and then tossed it to the lion.

I've been busy these past few days, and I've had to take turns keeping watch with the guards. I haven't had much rest, so I finally got a good night's sleep on the golden bed.

The next morning, after leaving the space, Chen Jianming brewed a cup of black tea, sat in the wooden house, and looked at the mountain scenery, feeling quite comfortable.

Who awakens first from this great dream? I myself know my own life's journey best.

He casually recited a line of poetry by Zhuge Liang.

These past few days I've been with Professor Lin, and I've been acting like a bohemian, chatting about poetry and classical allusions. It's hard to shake that habit all at once.

"Having slept soundly in my thatched cottage in spring, I find the sun lingering outside my window."

Suddenly, someone outside the window chimed in.

"Huh? Who's got such refined tastes, trying to compose poetry with me!"

Chen Jianming put down his teacup, sat up straight, and looked outside.

Standing outside was a thin old man dressed in a Taoist robe, with his long hair tied in a Taoist bun, a sword on his back, and a wine gourd and some talismans hanging at his waist. He was dressed as a Taoist and had a very upright posture.

Chen Jianming's eyes flickered, and he opened the door and went out.

"Taoist priest, please wait."

"Young friend, what's the matter?"

The old Taoist priest held a whisk in his hand, his face beaming with smiles.

"Was that the Taoist priest who was reciting poetry with me just now?" Chen Jianming sized up the other person.

"Young friend, you seem to be enjoying the scenery and reciting poetry alone in the mountains. I have always admired Zhuge Liang, and upon hearing this, I couldn't help but chime in with a line. I didn't mean to disturb your refined enjoyment. My apologies," the old Taoist replied.

Chen Jianming narrowed his eyes slightly: "Where did you come from, Taoist priest? What are you doing in these mountains?"

The old Taoist priest sighed softly, his expression one of deep compassion: "Life in the mountains is harsh, and many hunters go up to hunt for a living, only to fall into traps and lose their lives without anyone to help them. I, following the way of Heaven, have traveled far and wide to help others, and I can lend a hand to any hunters I encounter in danger."

"Aren't you afraid of wild animals?" Chen Jianming frowned.

The mountains are so dangerous. This old man must be at least fifty or sixty years old. He's talking about saving people? He'll be lucky if he doesn't get eaten by wild animals.

The old Taoist priest laughed loudly: "Haha, I have cultivated for many years, so I naturally have the ability to protect myself and my life. I don't even care about ordinary wild beasts."

"Master, you are truly a man of noble character. Since you're here, please come in and have a cup of tea."

Chen Jianming was greatly surprised. Thinking of the poem they had just recited, he made a gesture of invitation.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, young friend."

The old Taoist priest entered the house with a smile and found a chair to sit down.

He picked up the stove, boiled some water, brewed a pot of tea, and poured a cup for the old Taoist priest: "May I ask which Taoist temple you cultivated in?"

The old Taoist priest took a sip of tea: "I am a free spirit, used to living a carefree life. I have never liked being bound by anything, and I cultivate myself alone in the deep mountains."

"Is the sect only led by the Taoist priest?"

The old Taoist priest put down his teacup and sighed, "That's not it. In the old days, my sect had quite a few people, and it was very prosperous. But when the Japanese devils came, my fellow disciples went down the mountain to fight the Japanese devils in order to protect our country. They all sacrificed themselves. When I came back, I was the only one left. I was disheartened and didn't want to go to any Taoist temple anymore. I just wanted to be free and independent."

"As a monk, the Taoist priest still cares so much about the common people and has a strong sense of patriotism. It is truly admirable."

Chen Jianming cupped his hands in greeting, his eyes darting around: "I see that you, Daoist, have an air of otherworldly wisdom. It's said that you're so old and still cultivating in the deep mountains. Daoist arts are said to be mysterious and unpredictable. Is there really such a thing as immortal Daoist arts in this world?"

The old Taoist priest stroked his beard, smiled, and said nothing.

"It is said that Taoists have the ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. Meeting them is a matter of fate. Could you tell my fortune, Taoist priest?"

"Since you've spoken so kindly, young friend, I will now offer you a divination."

The old Taoist priest smiled and looked Chen Jianming up and down: "I see that you have an extraordinary appearance and a unique bone structure. You will surely rise to prominence and become a dragon among men in the future. However, there is one drawback: you have too many romantic entanglements in your life, which will inevitably cause you some trouble."

Chen Jianming was secretly curious. Could it be that this old man really had some skill?

"Could you elaborate, Master?"

The old Taoist priest took out a few copper coins, threw them on the table, and suddenly his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: "Young friend, you are indeed destined for great success, and you have many romantic opportunities. But it's strange, why is it all so blurry, as if there's a layer of mist in front of you! No!...

"Young friend...you! Your sins are grave!"