Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

Ye Qingchen felt herself falling continuously, never reaching the bottom. Last time she fell into the pool, but where did she fall this time? If she landed on a rock, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing her life; her pretty face would probably be turned into a meat pie.

Just then, Ye Qingchen felt her body lighten, as if caught by something soft. She struggled to open her eyes, her vision gradually clearing, and was surprised to find herself lying on a bed. Although the bed was somewhat old, the blankets were exceptionally thick and soft. She curiously looked around and noticed she was wearing a set of coarse cloth clothes, rough in texture and simple in style, but loose and comfortable. The clothes had a few patches, but overall they looked clean and tidy, giving off a simple yet warm feeling, just like the bed.

She carefully sat up and looked around. Only then did she realize she was in a very ordinary thatched hut. Besides the bed, there was only a wooden cabinet, a wooden table, a wooden chair, a simple tea set, a few brushes, and a stack of paper—it couldn't be simpler! Where was she?

As Ye Qingchen pondered, a man in ancient attire entered. Tall and slender, somewhat thin and fair-skinned, he was exceptionally handsome, like a sickly beauty. He gazed at her with tender eyes. "Young lady," he said, "you've been lying in that pool in our mountains for a while now, I don't know how long you've been soaking there. I had no choice but to change your clothes. I've washed them for you; they're on that chair." He glanced at the woman's somewhat nervous expression and continued, "Don't worry, I changed you with my eyes closed the whole time. If you feel you've lost your honor, I can marry you. I just don't know if you'll mind my sickly appearance."

Ye Qingchen sorted out her situation. It turned out she had been saved by this man. But why was he dressed so antiquely? What era was this? She asked the man, "Where is this? What era is this? Who are you?"

The man looked at her and said slowly, "This is a small mountain village in Yunmeng Town, Yuncheng, Daxia Kingdom. The emperor's family name is Gu, and I share the emperor's surname. My name is Gu Changfeng, I am 18 years old and unmarried. May I ask your name and age, young lady?"

Ye Qingchen then realized she had transmigrated. Whether it was a soul transmigration or a direct physical transmigration, she wasn't sure. It seemed Gu Changfeng's house didn't even have a mirror. Ye Qingchen was over 40 years old; she had graduated with her doctorate many years ago, not to mention the long period she had studied Taoist magic and cultivation. Although she should look relatively young—because she had been single for so many years—it was still unlikely that an 18-year-old boy would mistake her for a little girl. Therefore, she guessed she had most likely transmigrated through soul transmigration.

So she replied, "My name is Ye Qingchen, I forgot how old I am, I have a headache right now, and I can't remember anything else." Gu Changfeng's handsome lips curled up slightly, and he didn't ask any more questions, only saying, "The food is ready, would you like some?" Then he came over to help Ye Qingchen, who didn't hesitate, since he had already changed her clothes, so he might as well help her.

As Gu Changfeng walked out of the house, Ye Qingchen looked around and realized how incredibly poor the place was. His courtyard had two houses, two thatched huts, and a small area in the other corner, presumably a latrine. Aside from that, the yard was filled with neatly planted fruits and vegetables, showing he was a truly hardworking man. In one of the thatched huts was a small table and two chairs, where he had simply prepared two vegetable dishes and some corn porridge. In the other thatched hut was a large shelf filled with herbs; it seemed Gu Changfeng was a doctor, so it really was him who had saved her.

When Ye Qingchen walked to the water vat, she glanced at herself. It seemed she really hadn't transmigrated as a person, but rather as a soul. This girl looked somewhat like her, but was ridiculously young, appearing to be about 14 years old? No wonder this 18-year-old boy dared to call her "little girl"—she really did look quite young. Had she suddenly become so much younger? Looking at her hands again, her skin was like porcelain, truly delicate and smooth, full of collagen. The silver bracelet was still on her right hand, while her agate bracelet and rings were long gone.

The meal was simple, but it tasted alright. At least, unlike others who transmigrated and couldn't even afford wild vegetable porridge, she considered herself quite fortunate. She carefully examined her body; she seemed mostly unharmed and walking wasn't a major obstacle. Because Gu Changfeng had saved her and cooked for her, Ye Qingchen, to express her gratitude, simply helped wash the dishes. Although scooping water from a water vat in this era was a bit inconvenient, the dishes and utensils weren't oily, so they were easy to wash. She finished quickly, and even took a few extra glances at herself; she looked quite pretty at that moment.

After dinner, Gu Changfeng told her he was going to gather herbs and asked her to stay home and not come out. He said Ye Qingchen didn't know anyone here, and besides, she was eager to know if the space inside the silver bracelet was still there and if she still knew martial arts. So, she didn't go out with Gu Changfeng but went inside and eagerly used her mental power. She was astonished to find that the space inside her silver bracelet was still there! The gold and silver jewels were still there, the forest was still there, the spring was still there, the martial arts manual was still there—not only were all the things there, but there seemed to be even more, as if this was the bracelet's original state. She also tested her internal energy; thankfully, it was still there. There was no need to start cultivating again.

She found a large mirror in her spatial storage. The girl reflected in the mirror looked somewhat like her younger self, but even more delicate and beautiful. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, reaching her heels. Before she transmigrated, her hair had only reached her shoulders at its longest. This is her? She's so beautiful! And she's not exaggerating. Such big eyes, such long eyelashes, such fair skin, such a petite face. She suddenly felt a little taken advantage of when Gu Changfeng asked her if she would marry him.

After leaving the space, it was already afternoon, and Gu Changfeng had not returned yet. She figured he should be back before dinner, so she decided to make some for him herself. However, she wasn't very good at using the large earthen stove, although she knew a little bit. In addition, she had searched for a long time in the kitchen shed and found only cornmeal residue, not rice. Therefore, she could only make cornmeal porridge, but she added water from the space to the porridge.