Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

The air smelled of burning.

Chu Chen sat up abruptly.

"Holy crap, my Yamadi electric scooter burned?"

Looking up, I found myself sitting on a straw mat, with tattered thatch above my head.

Beside her, a thin woman was kneeling on the ground burning paper money, her eyes filled with tears.

Seeing Chu Chen sit up, the woman was so frightened that she ran out of the house.

As he ran, he shouted, "A ghost! It's a zombie..."

Chu Chen shook his head: "Wait, where am I? What is this place?"

Chu Chen paid no attention to the woman who had just run away, and muttered to himself.

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his head, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

When Chu Chen woke up again, his mind was filled with many more memories.

It turns out that Chu Chen was originally a food delivery driver.

One day, a customer was anxiously waiting outside a large supermarket for a delivery girl to pick up her order of snail rice noodles.

Unexpectedly, a woman weighing over 200 pounds, who was heartbroken and couldn't think straight, fell straight down on him.

Suddenly everything went black, and I found myself transported to a feudal dynasty called the Great Xia Dynasty.

This is a fictional world that has never appeared in the history I remember.

This place is a small village called Mashan Village.

The original owner was also named Chu Chen. He was twenty-one years old this year and was the son of the only schoolteacher in the village.

His birth mother died early, and half a year ago, his scholar father also passed away to follow Laozi.

He was left alone with his wife.

Originally, with the family fortune accumulated by his scholar father over the years, he could have lived a life of comfort and ease.

However, the original owner suddenly became addicted to gambling after her scholar father left.

In less than six months, he squandered his entire fortune, mortgaged all his land and houses to the casino, and moved to this dilapidated house to settle down.

The woman kneeling beside him just now was a match made for him by his scholar father a year ago. Her name was Li Qinglian, and she was eighteen years old this year.

She was an ordinary farm girl. Years of natural disasters and wars left her family so poor that they couldn't even afford to eat.

So her father bought her back for two taels of silver.

Li Qinglian was diligent, capable, obedient, and sensible. She thought that she could live a good life after marrying into this family, but unexpectedly, her father-in-law left as soon as she got married.

The remaining spendthrift has squandered a perfectly good home, leaving it destitute.

Yesterday, as usual, Chu Chen took the few copper coins that Li Qinglian had earned from working at the village chief's house to the casino.

Unexpectedly, the casino cheated, shattering his dream of turning the tables and reaching the pinnacle of life.

As expected, he lost everything again, and in a moment of madness, he even owed the casino five taels of silver.

Chu Chen was furious and argued with the casino, but ended up getting a severe beating and being carried home.

The casino staff said that if Li Qinglian didn't pay back the money within five days, they would take her to a brothel to settle the debt, and then the group left.

Not long after being brought back, Chu Chen died, and the body was taken over by the other.

Chu Chen may not have any other skills, but he is notorious for beating his wife.

In an attempt to curry favor with his cronies, he once uttered the outrageous statement, "Beating the wife is just to liven things up for everyone."

Just then, a deep and powerful voice came from outside.

"What did you say? He just came back to life?"

Chu Chen searched his memory and realized that the person who came in was his second uncle, a strong and powerful farmer.

Seeing that Chu Chen had stopped breathing, he instructed Li Qinglian to burn incense and paper money, while he went to the coffin shop to find a thin coffin for Chu Chen so that he could be laid to rest.

Unexpectedly, Chu Chen was now sitting perfectly fine on the bed, indicating that he had come back to life.

He didn't believe in the idea of ​​a corpse coming back to life.

Seeing Chu Chen sitting on the bed staring blankly at her, she hurriedly ran to the bedside and stretched out her calloused hand.

Touch his forehead, pinch his cheek.

"Nephew, how are you feeling? You have no idea, you scared us to death."

"It's good that you're alive. Once you're alive, live a good life with Qinglian. Uncle will find a way to get the money from the casino. I definitely won't let Qinglian use it to pay off the debt."

Chu Chen nodded blankly, without saying a word.

"Oh no, Qinglian, take good care of him. Old Hei is probably making a coffin right now. I have to go and stop him."

After saying that, his second uncle rushed out the door like a shot.

At this moment, only Chu Chen and Li Qinglian remained in the room.

"Husband, you're alive. Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Li Qinglian asked Chu Chen timidly.

The beatings and verbal abuse that had lasted for a year had already instilled in Li Qinglian a deep fear of the man before her.

Chu Chen got off the bed and clearly saw Li Qinglian shrink back a little.

Looking at the thin woman in front of me, dressed in coarse linen clothes, I could vaguely see that her arms were covered with bloodstains.

He forcibly grabbed her hand and lifted her clothes, which were covered in countless patches.

Looking at the bruises on her fair skin, he was momentarily lost in thought as he stared at Li Qinglian before him.

This was written by the original creator, so he's hardly a person.

Seeing Chu Chen suddenly freeze in shock, Li Qinglian was so frightened that she quickly said something.

"Husband, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Looking at the girl in front of him, Chu Chen couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. If this were in his world, could you marry someone like this without some money in your pocket? Just trying it out would cost at least three thousand yuan.

He then said to her, "It's okay, I'm just getting used to it. I'm hungry, go cook me something to eat."

After hearing this, Li Qinglian headed towards the kitchen.

A short while later, he came out carrying a bowl of something dark and murky.

"Husband, this is some wild vegetable porridge I cooked. Please eat it while it's hot," Li Qinglian said to Chu Chen.

Chu Chen looked at the bowl of dark stuff and saw that there were unknown vegetable leaves floating on top, which had been cooked until they turned black.

I scooped some out with a spoon and saw a few grains of millet floating in the bowl. I picked it up, took a sip, and then spat it out.

This stuff is not only bland, but also has a strong bitter taste.

"You call this porridge?" Chu Chen asked, puzzled.

Seeing Chu Chen's dissatisfaction, Li Qinglian burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, my husband. I know you don’t like wild vegetables. I’ll go help the village chief with chores right now and earn money to buy you millet porridge. Please don’t hit me again.”

Looking at Li Qinglian's charming appearance, Chu Chen wanted to slap himself again.

The original owner was a real bastard in his previous life, looking closely at Li Qinglian in front of him.

She was pretty with delicate features, a high nose, and big eyes.

She was probably malnourished and rather thin, but that didn't stop the obvious bulge from emerging from under the patched-up coarse linen clothes.

So he quickly said, "It's alright, these vegetable leaves are too bitter, let me think of something."

After saying that, he walked towards the kitchen, where he saw several earthenware pots and a bowl of dark-colored food on the stove.

Chu Chen picked it up and saw that it was just a bowl of boiled vegetable leaves in water. It seemed that his wife had prepared it for herself.

Lifting the lid of the rice jar, one finds it completely empty; even mice that go in would come out crying.

I was planning to cook something myself, but now, even the most skilled cook can't make a meal without ingredients.

He then turned and walked towards the door.

As I walked, I kept thinking, it seems I need to come up with a good idea to solve this urgent problem.