Chapter 228 Dream of Getting Rich

"Brother Zizheng, you should have a good rest. I will come to visit you again in a few days." After chatting for a while, Wang Rong stood up and said goodbye.

Chen Ge lay on the bed, digesting and absorbing the memories in his mind.

There was no despicable PY transaction between Chen and Wang. There was only lush grass, singing orioles, gentle breeze, bright moon, and a little face of the young man.

Last night's story went something like this:

At midnight, Wang Rong, holding a roasted chicken in his left hand and a jar of liquor in his right, stumbled to Chen Ge's bedroom door and knocked gently, "Brother Zizheng! Brother Zizheng, are you home?"

No one answered.

“Duang! Duang! Duang!”

Wang Rong couldn't help but knock harder: "Chen Zizheng, get up and open the door for me!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"I didn't tell you to take a rest!"

"Open the door, open the door, Lao Chen, oh, can't you open it?"

“Bang!”

"Ouch, you almost broke my big toe."

Great strength can bring about miracles. Wang Rong kicked open the wooden door of the bedroom and walked straight to Chen Ge's bed.

"Brother Zizheng, why are you still sleeping? Sleeping in the middle of the night is a waste of time!"

"Brother Zizheng, Brother Zizheng."

Wang Rong called out softly, but Chen Ge turned a deaf ear and slept soundly.

“Bang!”

"Old Chen!"

Chen Ge asked dazedly, "Brother Yuanze? Why does my face hurt so much?"

"I have a stiff neck!"

Chen Ge: "What are you doing?"

Wang Rong: "I can't sleep, let's go out for a walk together. I'm telling you, I've fallen in love with a young lady..."

Chen Ge: "Snurl! Snurl!"

Wang Rong: "Brother Zizheng, Brother Zizheng, wake up."

Chen Ge: "It's the middle of the night, are you annoying?"

Wang Rong: "My father Wang Anshi sends his greetings to you!"

Chen Ge sat up from the bed with a start and blurted out, "It's perfect for enjoying the flowers, the moon, and the cool breeze in the middle of the night. Brother Yuanze, please!"

It was February and the temperature was very low at night. Chen Ge was forced to chat with Wang Rong on the roof, shivering with cold.

"Brother Zizheng, take a sip. You'll feel warm after drinking it." Wang Rong handed the liquor to Chen Ge and spoke to himself.

"During the Lantern Festival this year, you and I took advantage of everyone being at the lantern festival to sneak into the backyard of Xiangguo Temple to soak in the hot springs. Do you still remember the young lady on the other side of the river who presided over the lantern display?"

"I have an impression!" Chen Ge nodded. "Her speech was quite good."

"During the Lantern Festival in the fourth year of Zhiping, the sage issued an edict: On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the first hour of the lunar month has arrived, marking the beginning of a new day. The divine lamps will be extinguished, the human lamps will be lit, the heavenly officials will bestow blessings, all people will receive the edict, and the whole world will celebrate together!"

Wang Rong: "How did you know about such a secret matter as the blessing?"

Chen Ge: "The lantern fell on the shore. Didn't you see it when we left?"

Wang Rong: "I really didn't notice. Who was that person? There should be a name on the lantern!"

Chen Ge: "Yes, but I advise you to give up on this idea. That is the Princess of Qi—Zhao Youwu."

"How could she be a princess?" Wang Rong whispered and started drinking again.

Chen Ge: "Hey, there's a meteor shower today!"

Wang Rong didn't even look up and continued to gulp down his wine. "Meteor showers happen every few years. What's so surprising about that?"

Chen Ge: "Brother Yuanze, look, this meteorite is much larger and brighter than other meteorites."

Wang Rong: "Hululu! Hululu!"

Chen Ge turned his head and saw that Wang Rong had fallen asleep holding the wine jar.

"Hey, what's that sound?"

Chen Ge looked up and saw a fist-sized meteorite heading precisely for Wang Rong's head. He quickly pushed Wang Rong aside, but he missed the best time to dodge. The house collapsed, and then he knew nothing.

Three days passed in a flash. While recuperating, Chen Ge also absorbed most of the memories in his mind.

Over the past three days, Chen Ge has been thinking about a question.

Is he dead or not?

After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with an answer.

He was dead, but not completely dead.

Chen Ge, a history graduate student in the 21st century, has died. His soul somehow crossed the river of time and space and possessed the body of another person during the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty.

Coincidentally, this person was also called Chen Ge, and his appearance was identical, even his size was familiar to Chen Ge...

This is getting off topic.

Chen Ge walked out of the house, looked at the blue sky, and smelled the fresh air. His worries were no longer tangled. "Fortunately, it's the Northern Song Dynasty! So be it. At least I have a second chance at life. It's better than dying quietly in a hospital bed."

Chen Ge was glad that he traveled to the Song Dynasty. On the one hand, his major was Song Dynasty history. After so many years of studying, he now had the opportunity to compare it with reality, which was a great comfort.

Thanks to Taizu's decision not to kill ministers and not to punish people for their words, and Renzong's generosity and kindness, and his ability to appoint people to the right positions, the Song Dynasty during this period was full of stars. There were Ouyang Xiu, Mei Yaochen, Su Shi, Su Zhe, Zeng Gong, Wang Anshi, Sima Guang, Zhang Dun, Zeng Bu, Han Qi, etc. Which historian would not want to make friends with them?

On the other hand, the Song Dynasty was a relatively friendly era for time travelers. During the reign of Emperor Shenzong, the lifestyle in Tokyo Bianliang was no different from that of cities centuries earlier. There were iron pots, cooking, clothing stores, toothpaste, real estate agents, and car dealerships...

Apart from anything else, Chen Ge had read a book in which the author traveled back to the Tang Dynasty and revealed his identity as a time traveler to Li Shimin at the beginning. The reason was: the food in the Tang Dynasty was really hard to swallow. It was either steamed or grilled. Every day, it was steamed dough made of coarse chestnut flour and served with plain water. When you were lucky, you could only eat a bite of bran or vegetables.

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