I am a living immortal.

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

Who are these people? Don't tell me, these farmers can run into the dungeon to rescue themselves. If not, what is the situation now?

The old man seemed to see Chen Dong's confusion.

He explained, "I was the one who pulled you out of the water. You're lucky to have run into me. Otherwise, you would have been hard-pressed to survive if you had continued to float down."

"Falling into the water?"

"Yes." The old man pointed to a river not far away, "That's where they fished you out."

Chen Dong looked over and saw that the direction the old man pointed to was a fairly flat river. But how could it be possible? Chen Dong was confused for a moment, not knowing what was going on.

But after calming down, Chen Dong was still grateful. No matter how he got here, there was no doubt that the old man in front of him had saved him, which was probably a good thing. After all, he had faked his death and escaped, and the debt of gratitude had been repaid. No one owed him anything.

"Thank you for saving my life, old man."

But in the blink of an eye, he owed another life, which was a bit ridiculous. He had to figure out where he was first. He was familiar with the general situation around Yan Chao, so he thought he wouldn't drift too far. So he asked, "I don't know where this is, old man."

"Oh, thank you, it's just a small favor. This is Lijia Village."

Seeing Chen Dong's puzzled expression.

The old man slapped his head and said, "Oh, look at my brain. Our Lijia Village is not famous. This is Yanliang."

Hearing the name of this unfamiliar county, Chen Dong frowned. He had a bad feeling and asked hurriedly, "Excuse me, which state in the Yan Dynasty is Yanliang?"

"Yan Chao?" The old man looked confused.

"Young man, did you hit your head? What Yan Chao? We are the Han people here." There was some regret in the old man's eyes.

Chen Dong was struck by lightning. He really wanted to know if he had actually hit his head. "Big man?" "Where is this? Is this that door?"

Chen Dong immediately felt into his sleeve.

He found that the talisman paper he had hidden before was still there, which proved that his previous experience was true, and that it was the door that brought him to this so-called big man.

Now things got serious.

Chen Dong was distressed. He had no idea why he had been brought here or how he would get back. He used to be able to see his homeland across the river, but now he was truly a stranger in a foreign land.

The old man watched the young man's face change from one moment to the next, sighed, and patted him for encouragement. Seeing his distraught look, he knew his family must have been in trouble, otherwise he wouldn't have drifted down the river.

Chen Dong came to his senses and expressed his gratitude to the old man again.

He felt in his pocket and breathed a sigh of relief. All his belongings were still there. A dozen or so taels of silver, and a small piece of gold, about two taels. This was all he had prepared for his escape. It was a huge sum of money.

In the past two years, he has made a lot of money by relying on his "skills".

At this moment, he took out two taels of silver and handed it to the old man.

"Thank you for saving my life. It's a small token of my respect."

The old man took one look and quickly pushed him away: "No, no, you'd better keep it for yourself. You still have a long time to live."

The old man had obviously misunderstood, thinking that this was all the young man's belongings. This was indeed the case. Chen Dong did not look like a wealthy man, and he had suffered misfortune again.

However, Chen Dong explained, "I still have some on me. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If you don't take it, I will be uneasy."

If he wasn't afraid that giving out too much money would be bad for both himself and the old man, he could even give out half of his wealth to thank the other party.

In the end, the old man couldn't refuse and accepted it.

These two taels of silver are a huge sum of money for a farmer, but it is not enough to risk being robbed by thieves. Most people can save up for a few years and still get it.

After Chen Dong finished this matter, he felt a little confused. What should he do next? Do something big? What kind of great cause should he embark on? Originally, his plan was to follow the Yan Dynasty's expeditionary force into Lin State.

He is confident that he can stand out on his own.

Of course, the expeditionary force was just a stepping stone, and he needed to use his identity as a military officer to jump into the court.

Now this method was directly shattered. He came to an unknown country and knew nothing about it. In his conversation with the old man, he learned that this great man was at the peak of his power, and all the small countries around him were subservient. There was no danger at the border, and the country was also prosperous and peaceful, with no natural disasters or civil unrest.

This was a peaceful country. However, in peacetime, the only way to become an official was through the imperial examination. However, unless you were in the top three, you would have to wait and see.

Although he has read some books and has good talent, asking him to compete with the scholars in the world who have been preparing to take this path since childhood, is he looking down on the people in the world, or looking down on their hard work and talent from beginning to end?

Furthermore, even if he was gifted, and regardless of his complete ignorance of the state, he would have to start all over again, learning everything from civil and military strategy, poetry, and prose to national policy and current affairs. As for "stealing" someone else's poetry? Don't be ridiculous. You don't have that experience, so how can you create that poem? No scholar is foolish. If the product doesn't match the design, it will eventually be exposed, and the only outcome is ruin.

So the path of a scholar is feasible, but too slow for him. Moreover, only if he becomes talented at a young age can he achieve great success.

The road ahead was blocked and he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, he was in a room. An old man was smoking a pipe and handed Chen Dong a bowl of rice with a few pieces of bacon. He said, "Eat it. You must be hungry. Only when you are full can you have the energy to think about other things."

Looking at the bowl of rice in front of him, Chen Dong really felt a little hungry.

I don’t know how long it has been.

He thanked her and took it, gobbling it up. The rice was fragrant and soft, and the small pieces of bacon, though a bit salty, were fat and lean, and the oil soaked into the rice, making it surprisingly delicious.

A bowl of rice was quickly eaten.

"Do you want more?" The old man asked with a smile as he looked at the depressed and confused young man in front of him, smoking a cigarette.

Chen Dong shook his head. He knew how precious this bowl of pure rice was. After eating a bowl of rice, he could feel half full.

After saying this, Chen Dong fell into confusion again. He really didn't know what to do. The old man came back after cleaning up the dishes and looked at the young man. He knocked his pipe on the table and said, "What's so hard to overcome?"

"Although I'm not very educated, I've heard a saying before, but I forgot where I heard it. Do you want to listen to it too?"

"What?" Chen Dong, attracted by the sound, looked up and asked subconsciously.