"Cold... so cold, so cold!"

Zhang Han's first thought was that his whole body was cold, cold and evil. He was so cold that he was trembling all over, his teeth were trembling, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in ice water, without any hot spots.

"How much blood was lost after a car overturning?"

Zhang Han thought in a daze. He felt that he was still asleep and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

"Brother is awake?"

At this time, Zhang Han heard someone talking next to him, his accent was quite strange, and he could understand it even though he could understand it.

He murmured for a moment, feeling a little confused.

In the ears of the person who just spoke, Zhang Han's words were meaningless, just a low moan.

"Brother, drink some warm water."

The man's voice was heard again, followed by a rustling sound, and then Zhang Han felt someone reaching out and holding it on his back.

At this time, he finally opened his eyes.

The scene in front of him made him open his eyes in an instant, and deep in his eyes were full of shock and incredible.

I was obviously sitting in the car and something happened, even if I woke up, the place where I should stay was the hospital. If I was not seriously injured, I should be at my home, but the scene in front of me was completely beyond his imagination.

There were walls made of blue bricks in front of me. The bed he was sleeping in was like a small room, surrounded by white curtains. The bed was pure hardwood. Zhang Han's eyes were very poisonous. He could tell at a glance that it was a pure yellow flower pear. The blue bricks were covered with the floor under the bed, and it was shiny. The window was facing the window with large books with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. There was a large bookcase against the wall to the west, with very thick thread-bound books stacked on the head. There was a small ancient incense burner under the foot of the east head, which was spitting out the faint fragrance of blue smoke. At the door was a wooden rack with a blue porcelain basin on it, and a tall clothes rack next to it, with several robes on it.

These decorations and antique decorations cannot be decorated with such a taste!

It's fine. The person who was helping him in front of him looked like a young man, about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a blue felt hat with a folded brim, a straight collar and red armor, a green jacket and a black leather boots, a little overturned at the mouth of the boots, and the boots were a little worn, and it seemed to be a little bigger and didn't fit very well.

This outfit is a standard ancient costume!

Zhang Han has read some books in the past two years, with the most political, economic and historical categories. He could tell at a glance that this was a standard servant dress at the juncture of the Ming and Qing dynasties!

"Brother, you're really awake."

The young servant was thin and had a yellow face, but his hands were quite strong. He pressed against Zhang Han's back and helped him up easily.

Seeing Zhang Han open his eyes, the half-baby's face was full of joy.

Only then did Zhang Han feel reminiscent that the person in front of him was speaking Shanxi dialect with a very heavy accent.

But I actually understand...

Where is this? Who is joking with me? But if I was seriously injured in a car accident, I am afraid that a mortal enemy like Wang Biao would not dare to make such a ridiculous joke, right?

Zhang Han's mind was like a mess, and his brain felt ache, and all kinds of messy thoughts surged into his mind. Many unprecedented experiences and memories suddenly seemed to have a flood that opened the valve, pouring down in his mind.

He felt annoyed. The servant was close and the smell was not very pleasant in his mouth. Zhang Han clenched his fists and punched the boy's eye socket.

"ah……"

A scream came from his ear, Zhang Han felt relieved and felt relieved, so he fainted again.

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"It turns out that my name is Zhang Han, and I was born in the 30th year of Wanli..."

""My family was originally a descendant of a famous family, and the family was half-official and half-business. My grandfather was Zhang Siwei, who was once the chief assistant of the Ming Dynasty... I know this person, he was a famous official in Wanli's early years..."

"My great-grandfather was Zhang Taizheng. He served as the political party in Huguang. His grandfather Zhang Yun never passed the imperial examination. He was just a scholar in his life and was looked down upon by the people of the clan. In anger, his family moved from Puzhou, Shanxi to Xinpingbao in Datong Town and became a complete businessman..."

"This Zhang Han has a miserable life. His grandfather Zhang Yun died before fifty years old. His father Zhang Cheng died earlier and left in his thirties. Now the only mother and himself are left at home. In order to establish a household, Zhang Han is determined to take the imperial examination. He doesn't sleep in the cold weather. He sleeps in this study every day. He catches a cold and almost finished... Oh, no, he is already finished..."

"Brother?Brother?"

Just now, the servant came over again, his eyes were covered in black, and Zhang Han woke up again, but this time he didn't dare to get too close.

"Well... it's all right."

Zhang Han let out a low moan again. He was afraid that the servant would shout urgently, so he reluctantly responded.

The other party said happily: "It's good if you're fine."

There is no need to doubt what kind of crew the servant is, the memory in my mind is very clear. The servant is named Zhang Chun, and he is the slave of the family who gave birth to a child. Therefore, he followed Zhang Han's surname and served Zhang Han since he was a child. He is the most caring and trustworthy person around the dead ghost Zhang Han.

Looking at Zhang Chun, Zhang Han thought of Zeng Liu for some reason, and his heart ached.

I wonder if Zeng Liu escaped by chance or died? After death, it was like myself, his soul traveled through time, merged with others, or completely dissipated and disappeared between the world?

"Don't think so much...what should I do in the future?"

He died in a car accident and his soul was immortal. He traveled hundreds of years ago. Zhang Han did not expect this to happen to him.

Everyone laughs when talking about the plots that are often found in novels and movies. No one has ever thought about what will happen when it really happens?

Fortunately, my body is the body of a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, and it is usually healthy and strong. The Shanxi merchant family has a tradition of calling his children to practice martial arts, and Zhang Han's body is pretty good.

Today's disease is because of the hard work of studying. The weather in Xinpingbao in the cold winter can really freeze people to death. Zhang Han accidentally suffered from the wind and cold. Fortunately, the conditions at home should be pretty good, so he barely saved his life... No, it can't be said to save his life. At least, the owner of this body has actually changed...

The business name at home is called "Heyusheng". Therefore, the old man Zhang Yun founded it with his own hands. His main business is groceries, grain, tea, cloth and other materials. How to do the specific business, how much capital, and how much profit each year. Zhang Han used to be a big shopkeeper, and he didn't know anything at all. Zhang Han picked up the memories in his mind, but he couldn't figure it out, and felt a little frustrated in his heart.

After drinking a few sips of warm water poured from the tea hang, Zhang Han was half lying on the bed again. The bedding was very thick, and he still felt cold. The copper brazier in the room was on fire, but it was difficult to withstand the severe cold. Zhang Han estimated that the temperature was at least about minus ten degrees Celsius. This was still an indoor fire. If it was outdoor... Listening to the cold wind whistling past the window, Zhang Han had a cold war again.

He leaned on the bed, and the chaos in his mind gradually calmed down.
Chapter completed!