Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

"Good, good, that's great. My son has finally grown up!" Mrs. Zhang Liu cried with joy when she heard this, and held Zhang Ling's hand even tighter.

He helped his mother to the hall, and Xiao Cui came in with hot meals. In order to avoid his mother's nagging, Zhang Ling ate very quickly, put down his chopsticks after finishing his meal, and ran away, not giving his mother a chance to speak.

The village where Zhang Ling's family lived was called Liujia Chong, located at the junction of Yingyang County and Huai Chong County. After Zhang's father died, Zhang Ling's uncle settled the mother and son here.

While walking on a country road, Zhang Ling ran into a big bull who was returning from hunting in the mountains.

"Brother Ling, where are you going? I just went up the mountain and hunted two wild rabbits, and was about to send one to Grandma Zhang!" Da Niu smiled innocently and took out a fat wild rabbit from his arms.

Daniu's family was the earliest tenant of Zhang Ling's family. When Zhang's father was alive, they took care of the land for the Zhang family. When Zhang's father passed away a few years ago, Daniu's parents moved here with their family and continued to farm for the Zhang family. Although they were not slaves, they were more familiar with them than ordinary tenants, so naturally they could be considered closer.

In addition, Zhang's mother was kind and generous, and was very friendly to the villagers, so even though Zhang Ling used to be arrogant, the villagers would still give him a good face when they saw him. Da Niu and Zhang Ling were of similar age and grew up together, so their relationship was much better than that of other people in the village.

"Keep it for yourself. My mother won't want it. You'd better take it back to give to your parents as a supplement, or sell it in the city to exchange for some food." Zhang Ling waved his hand and directly refused.

"What?" Daniu was surprised and seriously doubted whether he had heard it wrong.

Although Zhang Ling's predecessor was not like other young masters who indulged in drinking, gambling, whoring and bullying men and women, he did not have a good reputation in the village and did many things to bully others. If it were not for Zhang's virtuous mother who often helped the villagers in distress, the villagers would not have bothered with him for many trivial matters.

Although he lost his father at a young age, he could not resist the doting of his mother Zhang. Not only was he lazy and gluttonous, but he also spent money lavishly since he was a child.

Since he was a teenager, he has been doing a lot of stealing and robbing. Last month, he teamed up with Liu Dashao, his cousin, from the neighboring village and kicked down the door of widow Yang from the next village.

Widow Yang was less than 30 years old. Her husband had died in the war a few years ago, and she had only a five or six-year-old daughter at home. The Great Yi Dynasty valued reputation and integrity, and Widow Yang was a strong-willed person. Seeing that Zhang Ling and Liu Jie wanted to flirt with her, she resisted desperately, but she was a woman after all, and she was not as strong as two evil boys. While struggling, she picked up the rolling pin on the bedside and hit Zhang Ling on the back of his head.

Zhang Ling's eyes went dark instantly and he fell to the ground, blood gushing from the back of his head. When his cousin Liu Jie saw that the matter had gotten out of hand, he immediately panicked. He quickly called the servant who was keeping watch at the door, picked up Zhang Ling and went to find a doctor.

Afterwards, Zhang's mother knew that her son was in the wrong, and since Zhang Ling had just lost too much blood and fallen into a coma, she did not want to pursue the matter. She sent someone to deliver some food and copper coins, and then let the matter go.

Zhang Ling traveled through time at that time. Fortunately, they had the same name, which saved them a lot of trouble.

"I have something else to do, go do your thing!"

Zhang Ling waved his hand, not wanting to explain to him. He took only two steps and immediately turned around to ask, "By the way, Daniel, do you know where Yejiawan is?"

"Of course I know Yejiawan. Follow the river at the entrance of the village and walk about seven or eight miles downstream. There is a small village by the river. What's up, Brother Ling? Are you going there?"

"Well, I have this plan. If you have nothing to do, come with me. I will bring you two white steamed buns from home in the evening."

"Really? Brother Ling, don't lie to me." When Daniu heard that there were steamed buns to eat, his mouth immediately watered.

The people in those days suffered greatly. Although they were not starving or had to trade their children for food, most of them were poorly clothed and hungry. Even during festivals, it was difficult to have a good meal, let alone white flour buns on weekdays.

"Then wait for my brother Ling. I will send these two rabbits back first."

"Well, let's go!"

The big bull ran very fast, and Zhang Ling smiled helplessly. The people in this era were simple and honest, and if it weren't for the chaotic times, life would be quite comfortable.

It was late autumn now, and there were only a few children digging mouse holes in the fields. Most of the adults in the village had gone up to the mountains to chop wood, hunt, and dig wild vegetables.

"Lingzi, what are you daydreaming about?"

Zhang Ling was absorbed in admiring the pleasant pastoral scenery in the afternoon when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a chubby meat-patty face right in front of him, less than a fist away, which almost scared Zhang Ling half to death.

"Oh shit!" Zhang Ling turned around and saw a pair of copper bell-like eyes staring at him with a smile. He almost slapped the guy backhandedly. After jumping away a step, he found out that it was his good-for-nothing cousin.

"Tsk, look at how timid you are, did Widow Yang's rolling pin break your courage? I've never seen you so cowardly before." Liu Jie put his hands on his waist, tilted his neck, and said disdainfully with his nose pointed up. He looked like a dandy son of a landlord.

His appearance, coupled with his fat face, immediately made Zhang Ling laugh: "Brother Jie, how come you have time to come out today? Is your uncle willing to let you go out?"

"It's all your fault, and you still have the nerve to laugh at me. What happened last time was all your fault. If you weren't such a good-for-nothing and had your head cracked by that widow Yang, I wouldn't have been beaten by my father and put under house arrest for a month. It was because he went to the winery that I had a hard time climbing over the wall to escape." Liu Jie said while pointing at the white ash on his body.

"Uncle went to the winery?" Zhang Ling didn't pay too much attention to the dust on Liu Jie's body, his eyes lit up and he asked.

"Yes, while he is away, let's go to the county town to play. I heard that a famous actor has come to the county, and he is very good-looking." Liu Jie hugged Zhang Ling's arm, very happy.

"Maybe some other time. I'm planning to go to Yejiawan!" Zhang Ling waved his hand and refused. Just kidding, he couldn't agree with the aesthetics of this era. After all, the customs of the Great Yi Dynasty were similar to those of the ancient Tang Dynasty in China, where fat was considered beautiful and expensive.

"What are you going there for? You don't want to go to Ye Qingmei's house, do you?" Liu Jie saw that he was frowning and immediately understood.

"Well, yes and no, I just want to see what this girl looks like." Zhang Ling sighed. After all, he had promised his mother that he must know what the other person looks like. If she is a fat and fierce woman, he would rather die than agree.

"She is not at home now. My cousin and his wife are working in my winery. I heard that my cousin's mother is sick, so Ye Qingmei should help her mother there at this time." Liu Jie immediately let go of his hand and said uncomfortably.

"Her mother is sick? Is she very sick?" Zhang Ling asked subconsciously after hearing this.

"I'm not sure about that. I guess it's typhoid fever or something like that. I heard he's been bedridden for several days. I guess..." Liu Jie spread his hands and didn't say anything else. He just shook his head helplessly.

"Hey...how about we go to the winery?" Zhang Ling was silent for a few seconds and then suggested.

"Forget it, you go if you want. If my dad sees me sneaking out, it would be a good thing if he doesn't break my legs." Liu Jie looked reluctant, holding his buttocks with a painful look on his face.

"Don't worry, your uncle won't beat you. At most, you can just say that you didn't want to come out and I had to drag you out of the house." Seeing that he refused to obey, Zhang Ling quickly started to persuade him.

"Well, let me think about it. If my dad wants to beat me, you have to stop him and let me run first." Liu Jie didn't care. After thinking for a moment, he reluctantly agreed.

"Don't worry, I promise that your uncle won't be angry with you today." Zhang Ling said thoughtfully with a smile on his face.