Chapter 194

It was two hours later when he regained consciousness.

At this moment, it was still dark when a square object on a small table suddenly lit up, standing out starkly in the darkness. Wen Shi struggled to sit up in bed.

He stared at the square object, puzzled, for a long time before he remembered.

This is something that almost everyone needs right now, something they use every day: a mobile phone. He reached out and picked up his own phone, and upon closer inspection, he saw many cracks on it.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and the black thing darkened again.

He sat on the bed, trying hard to recall everything from the dream.

He should be dead, but his spirit seems to be still alive.

But where was he now? He got out of bed, looking around blankly in the dim light.

Half an hour later, his phone lit up again, and he answered the call.

"Third brother, when are you going to send the money? Your brother and sister-in-law are waiting for it. Have you received your salary yet?"

"We can't let your nephew miss out on a good school. You're his uncle, so it's only right that you help him."

"If he becomes successful in the future, he will definitely not forget you."

"Third son, hurry up and transfer the money to Dad's card. Your eldest nephew needs to pay his tuition tomorrow."

Wen Shi was taken aback upon hearing this.

He fell silent, but the person on the other end didn't seem to be going to shut up and kept talking. He quickly understood what the person on the other end meant.

That means money.

"I have no money."

He tried hard to recall what he was saying, and out of the blue, he blurted out this sentence. Just as the person on the other end of the phone was getting hoarse from talking, he suddenly heard this sentence and, before he could even curse, he immediately hung up the phone.

After a long time, he understood.

He is already dead, but his soul remains, which is a very strange thing. Moreover, he is no longer in the same place; the place he is in now is completely different from the place before.

It was as if he had traveled to the future. There was no emperor here, and his memories from earlier were not wrong. He recalled everything, and the last emperor recorded in history had been dead for decades.

Relying on his memory, he opened his phone again and carefully swiped the screen. The call from earlier came again, and he refused without hesitation. After a few more times, he finally got some peace.

After fiddling with his phone for half an hour and reading through the diary and daily notes written by the original owner of this body, he had a very clear understanding of the current situation of this person.

At this moment, the sky outside was beginning to brighten.

This young man was an ordinary person in this era, with a low-paying job but considerable family pressure.

He is an honest person who always thinks about his parents. Because he graduated not long ago, he wholeheartedly gives money to his family.

He familiarized himself with the phone in the shortest amount of time.

Another point that cannot be ignored is that this place is too cold.

When I heard this, I thought that my health was the most important thing, and I should buy something to keep warm first.

He needs to adapt to this place as soon as possible; once he's here, he should live a good life.

Looking around the room, his gaze suddenly settled on the black box placed by the door. Upon closer inspection, it seemed strangely familiar, and he examined it carefully.

This thing looked very familiar, especially the wheels at the bottom. He tried turning it and it was very flexible. He tried to turn on his phone, but he couldn't. He went to the bedside and tried to charge it with the white cable. After the screen lit up again, he went to the black box.

After a while, he suddenly remembered.

His wife once drew a blueprint that looked similar to this box, which they used when they moved.

However, that box was made of wood, while this one wasn't. Thinking of this, Wen Shi's breathing became a little rapid.

I used to think it was just my wife's whimsical idea, but now I see it as something quite unusual.

He didn't think much about it. The most important thing right now was to pack his things and leave. The things that had happened to him were very strange. He thought of his wife, who was different from most of the women he had been with before.

Could it be that she was in the same situation back then, suddenly transported to a strange dynasty and possessed the body of a stranger?

Wen Shi opened the wardrobe, changed his clothes, and went to work today to earn a living.

The clothes here are simpler than before, seemingly just a simple undershirt and trousers, plus a big coat. He put on a black down jacket, some of the movements were subconscious. After putting on the clothes, he walked to his phone.

Open the search software and start typing in people you know.

He entered the name of the Great Qi Dynasty, but it turned out to be a dynasty that never existed. He then entered the names of two more emperors, but nothing came up.

I was a little confused when I heard it.

He thought for a moment, then searched for the emperor's name, but found nothing.

This is strange. Could it be that the dynasty he lived in before did not exist? That's impossible. But if it did exist, why is there no record of it?

He felt a pang of hunger and a slight dizziness; he knew he had to eat something.

I looked at my phone; this is essential. In this day and age, you can't get anywhere without it.

With the battery level at the top already half full, he unplugged the phone without hesitation.

I closed the door, took the key, put my phone in my bag, and went downstairs.

At the village entrance, people have already started setting up stalls to sell breakfast, and the aroma of the food is very tempting.

"A bowl of soy milk, five beef pan-fried buns, and two tea eggs."

Seeing the hot breakfast in the food cart, Wen Shi immediately stepped forward. He had accepted the memories of the body's previous life and roughly knew the lifestyle of this era. Once he got used to it, he would definitely be able to live here with ease.

We'll talk about what happens next later.

"Sit down to eat or take it away?"

Despite the cold weather, the boss was dressed warmly, but his hands kept moving.

He glanced at Wen Shi and was somewhat surprised. He knew that this young man used to only be able to afford one egg and one fried bun every morning. He was tall and big, but very thin, and only spent two yuan and fifty cents. Why did he suddenly order so much today?

He didn't ask any questions. Everyone gradually got up to prepare for work, and more and more guests arrived.

Wen Shi thought that although he had come to the future, the ordinary people here were no different from the people of the Great Qi Dynasty. They all had to work hard to make a living.

What's better than Daqi is that there's no oppression here. As long as you have a job and aren't lazy, the people can eat their fill. They're not afraid of natural disasters or man-made calamities, and the reserves of goods are plentiful.

"I'll sit here and eat."

"Okay, that'll be ten yuan in total."

Wen Shi picked up his phone, scanned the QR code posted on the food cart, paid, and sat down. Soon after, a hot breakfast was served.

The taste was good too; after a bowl of hot soy milk, he felt warm all over.

He ate five small pan-fried buns, which were beef-filled. This was absolutely forbidden in Daqi. He had never dared to eat them in his previous life. Even after he became an official and had the means to eat them, he still had never tried them.

After finishing two tea eggs, he got up and tried to find the nearby bus stop by relying on his memory.

He arrived at the company before 10 o'clock. This was his workplace. He had taken a two-hour bus ride. Life wasn't easy for this young man.

I get up early to go to the company, get off work at 10 pm, and then have to catch the last bus home. This is how I do it six days a week, except for holidays.

He works in the city center, but he lives in a remote suburb to save money.

After clocking in with his fingerprint, Wen Shi went to his workstation by memory. Unlike outside, it was warm, even a bit hot, inside. He took off his black cotton coat, turned on his computer, and started working.

At noon, he ate a standard 10-yuan fast food meal downstairs, which included one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and unlimited rice. After eating and drinking his fill, he slept for an hour before getting up and continuing to work.

Sitting down wasn't tiring, and writing programs using the original owner's memories wasn't too difficult.

A few days passed, and I had completely gotten used to the smell.

This Saturday, Chen Yuxuan rested at home. She first went downstairs to get a DIY manicure, and then went to eat her favorite wontons and xiaolongbao.

During the meal, I saw a woman sitting to the side with her two sons, one big and one small, laughing and chatting.

Seeing this, she felt a little uneasy. After finishing her meal, she quickly left the store.

On weekends, I usually only have breakfast and lunch. If I'm really hungry, I'll eat instant noodles or snail rice noodles for dinner. I'm too lazy to cook, too lazy to go out, and I don't want to order takeout.

When Wen Shi woke up this Sunday morning, the house wasn't so cold anymore. He had changed to a thick quilt, sealed the drafty window with tape, and bought an electric blanket. He'd been sleeping warmly these past few nights.

He could cook in his small single room. A couple of days ago, he bought himself a small electric cooker at the supermarket downstairs, planning to cook instant noodles.

Wen Shi had eaten instant noodles once while working overtime, and he thought they were delicious. He heard from his colleagues that they taste even better when cooked, with some eggs and vegetables added, making it a proper meal.

He was quite willing to eat it, and the later seasonings were rich, making the food very delicious.

He hadn't even taken two bites of the instant noodles he'd just cooked when his phone received a text message from the bank. Seeing the message that 4,500 yuan had been deposited into his account, he knew it was his salary from last month.

I've been working for almost a year, but I don't have much savings. With this month's salary, my balance is only a little over five thousand.

The rent is 450 yuan a month, and utilities add another 200 yuan, so the fixed expenses are 650 yuan a month. He then keeps a few hundred yuan for living expenses. He gave most of his previous salary to his family.

Now, things are different from before; he won't give all his money to his family.

It's only right to be filial to one's parents and give them some money, but to help one's able-bodied brother and sister-in-law? Are you kidding me? A nephew isn't a biological son, and Wen Shi isn't the kind of person who can't understand things.

Besides, in this day and age, there's no such thing as clan or family, so there's even less need to worry about that. Just take care of yourself first.

If he were living a good life, it wouldn't be a big deal to help him out, since they're relatives. But he's not doing so well right now.

Once his salary arrives, he needs to pay rent and utilities. After transferring the money to the landlord, he deposited 1,200 yuan into his WeChat account as living expenses for the month, and he plans to save the rest.

There's an age-old saying: you can't live anywhere without money.

He needs to eat well to stay healthy.

When Wen Shi was cooking instant noodles, she not only added two eggs, but also a lot of lamb slices and some green vegetables, and finally cooked a big pot full of them.

Finally, he drank all the soup, leaving not a drop.