Who am I? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I going? It is said that these three questions are the ultimate three questions in life raised by a philosopher. However, Zhang Zong has no time to think of any philosophical questions. Now he only knows that he has traveled through time, but he knows nothing about his identity after traveling through time. Even after leaving the corridor, he doesn't know where he is going?

The weather is very warm today, but the clothes on his body are wet, which makes Zhang Zong still feel a little cold. He walked aimlessly along the path by the water. There were men and women in ancient costumes, mostly dressed brightly. Occasionally, a few naughty children ran past, holding windmills made of colorful paper in their hands, smiling unscrupulously. Apart from clothes and hairstyles, these children seemed to be no different from children in later generations.

A stone tablet was erected next to the road. Strictly speaking, it was not a stone tablet. It was just a piece of bluestone that was tall by one person. On the one hand, it was polished and smoothed and engraved with words. Zhang Zong walked over and saw the three big words "Qujiangchi" at a glance. This made him stunned. Then he whispered to himself: "It turns out that I am still in Qujiangchi, but the place has not changed, but time has changed!"

Zhang Zong clearly remembered that he was traveling in Xi'an, but accidentally fell into the water while in Qujiang Pond. As a result, he finally struggled to emerge from the water, but he didn't expect to travel to ancient times.

"Qujiang Pond was the land where the land was taken when the Chang'an city wall was built in the Sui Dynasty. The excavated pool was named Qujiang Pond, which was later renamed Furong Pond, and was restored to Qujiang Pond in the Tang Dynasty. So from this place name, it may be the Sui and Tang Dynasties?" Zhang Zong whispered again. When he was visiting Qujiang Pond in later generations, he read the records of Qujiang Pond, and then slowly reasoned out the era he was in.

"Well~" But at this moment, Zhang Zong suddenly felt dizzy in his mind. In fact, when he was in the water just now, he felt a little uncomfortable in his mind, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it at that time, but now it seems that everything exploded all at once.

As the dizziness became more and more serious, Zhang Zong felt that the world began to rotate, and his eyes became dark and his body was even more unsteady. This made him hold the stone tablet in front of him and did not fall down.

But then Zhang Zong felt many scenes suddenly appear in his mind, like a movie, releasing a person's life, from a stingy to a handsome boy, and finally until he fell into the water and died. He finally knew his current identity.

"It turns out that this guy is also called Zhang Zong, but he died too unfairly!" After a while, Zhang Zong suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

It turned out that Zhang Zong was not old and was only fifteen years old. He was also unlucky. Because he was in a bad mood, he went to Qujiangchi today to relax. As a result, while he was wandering around the corridor on the water, a big boat suddenly rushed like crazy. Not only was the corridor broken, but many ships around him were also affected, causing many people to fall into the water. Zhang Zong and the princess's son were both victims.

"The current emperor is Li Zhi, and Wu Zetian has long become the queen. The eldest princess before is probably Li Zhi's sister. I don't know which one it is?" Zhang Zong whispered to himself again. Although he inherited the original Zhang Zong's memory, these memories are still too messy and it probably takes some time to sort it out.

It was getting late. Zhang Zong recognized the surrounding environment and then stepped away from here. His home was not far from here. In fact, his home was right next to Qujiang Pool. Zhang Zong walked around a forest, and there were immediately a pile of palaces and pavilions in front of him. Some of the high buildings had already lighted up, and from a distance he looked like the stars in the sky.

"So spectacular!" Looking at the palace group in front of you, Zhang Zong couldn't help but exclaim sincerely. Unfortunately, no matter how spectacular it is, it has nothing to do with him, because it is Furong Garden, which belongs to the royal family, and only royal relatives can enter and exit.

I saw Zhang Zong stepping to a courtyard outside the palace wall. This is his home, which is only separated from Furong Garden by a wall. It is strange to say that royal palaces like Furong Garden are surrounded by outsiders. However, Zhang Zong's home is next to Furong Garden. Apart from his home, there are no other homes within a radius of 100 steps.

Regarding the above question, Zhang Zong had asked his strict father before, but the other party did not answer, and he did not dare to ask again. Last winter, Zhang Zong's father fell into Qujiangchi and drowned due to drunkenness. No one could ask anymore. He has been living alone for the past six months.

Thinking of the above, Zhang Zong couldn't help but sigh. Qujiangchi was really harmful. Zhang Zong and his son died in the pool. Even more than a thousand years later, he fell into the pool, and then inexplicably traveled to this era.

In the past, Zhang Zong lived quietly and was locked up at home by his father every day to study. He rarely contacted outsiders. Now even his father has passed away. Now there is no need to worry that others can see abnormalities from him. Although he has Zhang Zong’s memory, his personality and living habits must be very different.

Now Zhang Zong walked to the front of his house and saw flower pots of all sizes on both sides of the gate. The yard inside was quite large and was also planted with various flowers and plants. In fact, this yard was a flower garden. In the past, Zhang Zong and his son relied on growing flowers and plants, and then sold them to guests who came to Qujiangchi to make a living.

However, most of the flowers and plants in the flower garden are growing in average and even a little listless, because in the past, Zhang Zong's father only asked him to study and did not let him interfere in the family affairs at all, which made Zhang Zong not even watering flowers. After his father's death, the situation in the flower garden was naturally in a state of turmoil, and even in the past few days, he had not even sold a pot of flowers and plants.

Zhang Zong's clothes had already dried up, but his stomach began to roar, which made him unwilling to appreciate the flowers and plants in the flower garden. He immediately walked through the winding gravel path and came to the innermost part of the yard. There were three main rooms, and there were also left and right wing rooms, among which Zhang Zong's father lived. Although his father passed away, Zhang Zong still kept the room as it was, and he had always lived in the right wing room.

The left wing room was a guest room, but there was a small kitchen in the middle. Zhang Zong quickly walked to the kitchen and prepared to make some supper. After all, it was almost dark now, and he was tired and hungry. However, when he entered the kitchen, he found that the rice and flour in the kitchen were almost over. There was a plate of leftover vegetables on the chopping board next to him, but it smelled like it.

Looking at the dirty and messy kitchen, Zhang Zong couldn't help frowning. Then he opened the lid of the pot and did not rinse it as expected. This made him shake his head helplessly, immediately scooped water from the water tank next to him, washed the pot and bowl carefully, and finally raised the fire to cook.

The conditions were limited, and Zhang Zong just simply cooked rice porridge. The leftovers in the kitchen were definitely not eaten, but he found the pickled pickles in the jar in the corner, washed them and cut them into strips, and drizzled them with sesame oil and served them with rice.

After two big bowls of porridge, Zhang Zong felt much more comfortable. At this time, the sun had completely set. He returned to his room and lit an oil lamp. The room was not big and the decoration was very simple. Apart from a bed, there were only tables, chairs and bookshelfs, but now there was not even a book on the bookshelf.

Looking at the empty bookshelf, Zhang Zong thought about it hard, and finally found the answer in his memory. This made him sigh: "Even the books are sold, this kid is too good at managing the house!"

Zhang Zong and his son make a living by flower gardens, and their lives are not wealthy. In addition, Zhang Zong's father likes to drink, which makes the family's financial situation worse, and there is almost no spare money at home.

Last year, Zhang Zong's father died of drunkenness. In order to bury his father, Zhang Zong not only sold all the things he could sell at home, but also borrowed a lot of money. So now Zhang Zong is in a state of heavy debt. In addition, he doesn't know how to make a living in a flower garden. The business of the flower garden is getting worse and worse. Seeing that the family is about to be out of stock, this is also the main reason for his bad mood.

Thinking of the above troubles, Zhang Zong couldn't help but frown. He didn't expect that he would take on such a mess. But in the end he suddenly shook his head and said, "Forget it, tomorrow will be sad, tomorrow will be sad, let's sleep well today!"

Zhang Zong was really tired and fell asleep as soon as he lay on the bed. In fact, he wanted to take a shower, but he really didn't have the energy to fetch and boil water. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the morning of the next day.

After waking up, Zhang Zong felt light and refreshed. Although there was a memory in his mind, it did not have much impact on him. Yesterday he didn't have time to check the flower garden, so he took advantage of the morning to walk through the entire flower garden.

This flowerbed is not small in size, and there are many kinds of flowers and plants planted in it, among which chrysanthemums and roses have the largest number. Most of the remaining flowers and plants are common in the north. There are a few elm trees planted next to the corner of the wall, with strings of light green elm seeds growing on it.

In addition to the tall elm trees growing lushly, most of the flowers and plants in the flowerbed are not growing very well. Zhang Zong has already adapted to his new identity at this time. He should loosen the soil when he picks up the tool and fertilizes it.

In his previous life, Zhang Zong liked to grow flowers and plants very much. For this reason, he rented a first floor with a small courtyard and used his spare time to build a small garden. Everyone said that he raised it well when he saw it. Usually, Zhang Zong liked to find some videos related to flowers and plants on the Internet. Every spring, he would buy a lot of flowers and plants online, so he was quite experienced in planting flowers and plants.

After working for a while, Zhang Zong felt a little hungry, so he put down the tools in his hand and prepared to have breakfast first. After all, the flowerbed is so big that he neglected management before, so he had to spend at least a few days to sort it out.

However, just as Zhang Zong had just arrived at the kitchen door, he didn't expect someone to knock on the door of the flowerbed, which made him a little confused. He immediately stepped to the front of the door and opened it. He saw a middle-aged man wearing a blue lapel half-sleeved shirt standing outside the door. He had a light blue hair, a slightly fat figure, an ordinary appearance, and a faint smile on his face, which made people feel kind.

"I came to visit early in the morning, but I disturbed my husband's rest!" The middle-aged man immediately bowed and bowed to Zhang Zong.
Chapter completed!