The anti-Qing movement began with the looting of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

The midday sun blazed down on the earth, making people feel dizzy.

Shen Lian darted into the shade of a tree, wiped the sweat from his brow, and breathed a sigh of relief. It's already September, and the sun is still blazing.

Fortunately, the route from my workplace to my rented apartment passes through a riverside park, where the dense trees provide some shade.

After walking a hundred or so steps forward, Shen Lian saw a young man sitting on the railing by the river in the shade under the overpass, staring blankly at the river below.

Seeing this, Shen Lian couldn't help but slow down.

"Brother, is there any fire?"

The young man turned to look at Shen Lian, then silently took out a lighter.

Shen Lian saw clearly that this was a young boy, with a stubble on his lip, probably in his early twenties. His features were fairly handsome, but his face was full of dejection.

"Thank you!" Shen Lian took the lighter, lit a cigarette, and then pulled out another one, handing it to the young man along with the lighter.

The boy didn't stand on ceremony, took the cigarette, and lit it. A puff of smoke went down his throat, and the boy coughed violently; "Cough cough cough!"

Judging from his appearance, this boy probably doesn't smoke often.

"What's wrong? Got into trouble? Thinking of jumping off?" Shen Lian said with a smirk.

The boy remained silent, so Shen Lian continued, "How much online debt do you owe that has driven you to such despair?"

Upon hearing this, the boy couldn't help but turn and glance at Shen Lian.

“Nothing strange about it! I almost jumped off here a few months ago too!” Shen Lian said, climbing up the railing and sitting down next to the boy.

"Later I came to terms with it. It's really not a big deal. As long as I'm alive, I'll get everything I've lost back sooner or later." Shen Lian exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the river in the distance, and said calmly.

"Tell me, what's your situation? Let me hear if anyone's worse off than me?"

"Speak up! You're already planning to jump into the river, what are you afraid of?" Shen Lian urged when the other party remained silent.

"It's not fair, it's so unfair..." the boy finally murmured.

"I graduated from a prestigious university, so why can't I find a good job? I've taken the civil service exam several times, and I'm always among the top scorers in the written exam, but why can't I pass the interview?"

"I used to be the pride of my family, but now that I've graduated, I've accomplished nothing and am drowning in online debt. How can I face my parents back home?!"

"They raised me with great difficulty, sent me to university, and their hair turned white from exhaustion. But I..." The boy burst into tears as he spoke.

"Hey! Is that all? Don't cry, a real man sheds blood and sweat, not tears!" Shen Lian patted the boy on the shoulder.

"What's this? It's just a small setback! Your life has just begun. Look back in a few years and you'll see that this little difficulty is nothing!"

"Look at me, my business failed, my wife divorced me and left, the house my parents bought for me went down the drain, and I still owe hundreds of thousands in loans. But I'm still doing just fine!"

"Trust me, brother! There's no hurdle you can't overcome. Everyone has their bad luck, right? Once it's over, everything will be alright."

"Look at you, you're handsome, you go to a good school, and you're young. Are you afraid you won't achieve something great in the future?" Shen Lian said, patting the boy on the shoulder.

"But, but I really don't know what to do now! Online lending companies call me every day to collect payments, and they even say they're going to call my parents, friends, and family. I really don't want them to know."

"Hey! These days, anyone with a bit of ambition is in debt for hundreds of thousands of dollars!"

"It's no big deal! You're the one in debt. Even those who borrowed money didn't jump into the river, so what are you afraid of if you're the one in debt?"

"Come on, it's getting late, you must be hungry! I'll treat you to dinner and a couple of drinks today, and then I'll teach you how to handle things." Shen Lian said, reaching out to help the boy.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then stood up and carefully climbed over the railing to stand on the ground. Seeing the boy on the ground, Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to climb over as well.

Shen Lian stood up and tried to pull himself up, but his foot wouldn't lift, and he fell backward. It turned out that when he helped the boy, his right foot got stuck in the gap of the railing.

Shen Lian hurriedly waved his hands to adjust his center of gravity. He finally managed to stand up straight, and then suddenly pulled his right foot out of the hole.

Unexpectedly, he used too much force, and his right leg flew out, causing his entire body to fall into the river.

"Holy shit!" Shen Lian only managed to utter one word before a loud "thump" sounded in his ear.

. . . . . .

"Young Master, Young Master, wake up! Wake up, Young Master!" Shen Lian heard an urgent shout in his ear, and someone was shaking his body.

"Cough cough cough," Shen Lian spat out a mouthful of water and slowly opened his eyes.

"Young Master, you're awake? You scared me to death!" A young face appeared in front of Shen Lian. He had a chubby face, a round head that was shaved shiny, and a braid trailing behind his head.

Where the hell am I? While Shen Lian was still in a daze, a flood of memories suddenly rushed into his mind, and he fainted again.

When Shen Lian woke up again, he found himself lying in a carriage, swaying as it moved forward.

It is now 1899, and I am currently a student studying in the United States. My father is seriously ill and has just been urgently recalled to China. Due to a shipwreck, the original owner of this body drowned. However, his memories have entered my mind.

I've traveled back in time to the late Qing Dynasty!

Wow, haha! It's finally my turn! Shen Lian couldn't help but want to burst out laughing.

Having watched so many time-travel dramas and read so many time-travel novels, I never imagined I'd actually experience it myself.

"Young Master, are you alright?" A round head poked in.

"Ahem! Little, Little Tiger!" Shen Lian called out tentatively.

"Yes! Young Master, it's me!" Shen Xiaohu replied happily.

"Is there any water? My throat is so dry!"

"Yes, yes, young master, please wait a moment." Shen Xiaohu said, taking out a water bag from the carriage and then a silver bowl to pour water for Shen Lian.

After drinking a bowl of water at every meal, Shen Lian finally felt a little better.

"Little Tiger, it's been years. Do you think I've changed a lot?" Shen Lian asked casually.

He transmigrated into this world, and although he had the original owner's memories and the same name, his body was still his own. He didn't know how different he looked from the original owner.

The original owner went to the US at sixteen, and more than three years have passed. She'd be around twenty. I'm twenty-six, so it shouldn't be too far off, right?

"Hmm! The change is quite significant. Young Master has grown taller and is much more energetic! But, Young Master, why did you cut your queue? Although some people in the South cut their queues now, Master is an official. I'm afraid this isn't appropriate!"

Shen Lian knew this guy was the original owner's follower. Since he didn't doubt it, and he looked similar to the original owner, he felt relieved.

"Hey! What do you know? It's this braid that makes us a target of ridicule from foreigners every day. They call us barbarians and look down on us! What's the point of keeping it if we don't cut it off!"

Hmph, forget about that queue! Those damned Manchu emperors will find a way to bring them down. Otherwise, that old hag will choose to side with friendly nations rather than her own slaves.

Wear it clean and don't rebel, use an electric drill as a chrysanthemum.