Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty: Picking up a princess as my wife

Construction of Tangyin City continued, attracting countless people from surrounding towns to work there. Not only could they enjoy two hot meals a day, but if they were lucky enough to catch a special meal, they could also savor sliced ​​meat, a delicacy they hadn't seen in a long time. In addition, they received a substantial daily wage, with no foremen deducting from their earnings. Over time, more and more people came to work.

Dressed in neat work clothes, Li Zhen walked slowly through the bustling road construction site, his feet firmly planted on the ground. His gaze was sharp and deep, as if it could penetrate every inch of the solidifying concrete and reach the high hopes he had for this highway.

This is not just a road, but the first blossoming of his hard work and dreams, and his debut stage as the commander of the first highway of this era, which cannot tolerate the slightest flaw.

"Wang Changdao, are you blind? Didn't you see there's a big pit here? You just filled it with cement like that? You should know that details determine success or failure. This kind of negligence will cause big problems later."

Li Zhen's voice was not loud, but every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Wang Changdao's expression changed drastically, and sweat instantly soaked his clothes. He hurried forward, picked up his tools, and carefully filled the large, discordant hole as if repairing a precious work of art. Then, he directed the workers to tamp the stones, one after another, steadily and powerfully, integrating the newly filled soil and stones with the surrounding road surface until the surface was restored to its original smoothness, as flat as a field covered with fresh snow.

Seeing this, the surrounding workers all looked at him with admiration. They knew that under Li Zhen's strict supervision, every crack and every flaw would be ruthlessly eliminated in its infancy. This was not only a commitment to quality, but also an interpretation of responsibility, making this soon-to-be-opened highway not just a link between two places, but also a testament to craftsmanship and hard work.

The road between Tangyin City and Lijiazhai was built simultaneously from both ends, which greatly saved time and ensured that it would be completed before the rainy season.

During that bustling road construction period, Yue Ying was the only one who was not seen on the dusty construction site. It was only because the red thread of fate quietly connected him with Cui Yingying, a gentle and lovely woman from the Cui family, and they got married.

Li Zhen, a leader who always cared for his subordinates, generously granted him a long month-long vacation, euphemistically called a "honeymoon trip," allowing the newlyweds to leisurely roam in the ocean of love and weave their own sweet memories.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a little life has quietly arrived in this world for over a month, adding the gentlest colors to Zhao Yingluo's world. The full moon celebration is not only a milestone in the new life's growth, but also a heartwarming moment for the family to gather and share the joy of family life.

Overwhelmed by an indescribable tenderness and sense of responsibility, Li Zhen decided to take Zhao Yingluo and her son across the boundaries of time and space at this hopeful moment, returning to that familiar yet distant modern society. He longed for his family to witness this miracle that transcends time and space, and for the light of love and hope to illuminate the hearts of every loved one.

This time, Li Zhen abandoned his past decisiveness and sharpness, not letting the sharp instrument touch his skin, but instead, with an almost ritualistic piety, he took out a clean and flawless medical syringe.

He gently inserted the needle into his delicate vein, slowly drawing out warm blood, each drop carrying the mystery of life and an indomitable will.

The blood droplets slowly rose along the transparent syringe, eventually converging into a streak of crimson, shimmering with the most primal light of life. Li Zhen's eyes gleamed with determination and anticipation; he seemed to be performing an ancient and mysterious ritual, bestowing this power from his bloodline upon the long-dormant jade pendant.

As thoughts raced through his mind, an indescribable power quietly awakened within him. Then, a dazzling white light suddenly shone before his eyes, as if piercing a rift in time and space, instantly enveloping him. When the light dissipated, Li Zhen found himself in his familiar and warm home, everything both real and yet seemingly from another world.

This experience was devoid of bloodshed and pain, filled only with exploration and awe of the unknown, and a deep longing for the warmth of home. Li Zhen knew that this was not merely a physical leap, but a profound understanding of himself and his destiny.

The first thing they did after transmigrating was to check on Xiao Yuchen's condition. They found that the child was perfectly fine, which relieved Li Zhen and his wife.

Zhao Yingluo said with some joy, "Husband, we are finally back."

Zhao Yingluo's heart quietly sank into this modern society that seemed like a fairyland. Here, resources were plentiful, delicacies were readily available, and there was no need to worry about food shortages; the surroundings were peaceful and serene, and the spying and threats from the shadows of the past had vanished like morning mist.

What's even more breathtaking is that the spring water flows freely, nourishing every inch of the land, and the stove that can cook everything without fire is like a miracle from Arabian Nights, giving her world a dreamlike glow.

Li Zhen lightly touched his phone screen, and a string of numbers appeared before his eyes, reminding him that less than a month had passed since his last time traveling through time. In contrast, his time in the Song Dynasty felt like several autumns had passed.

The river of time flows so asynchronously between the two worlds, sometimes rushing like a waterfall, sometimes as still as a mirror, making one endlessly fascinated and perplexed by the mysterious laws of the universe.

In this bizarre and fantastical world, Zhao Yingluo and Li Zhen seem to become a bridge connecting the past and present, each crossing a profound exploration of the mysteries of life. They wander between these two vastly different worlds, both travelers and returning guests, their hearts filled with curiosity and longing for the unknown, as well as nostalgia and reluctance to let go of the past. All of this transforms into their most precious memories, like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding their way forward.

At this moment, Li Zhen had only one thought in his mind: to take his young son and travel back home so that his elderly parents could witness this miracle that transcended time and space—their beloved grandson. This longing surged like a tidal wave, drowning out all the surrounding disturbances and doubts.

Occasionally, Li Zhen's thoughts would drift to that unbelievable depth, his mind conjuring up images that were both familiar and strange. His son, a life born in the Song Dynasty, if measured by modern standards, wouldn't he be an unreachable ancestor in the family genealogy? This thought made him chuckle, and a subtle ripple stirred in his heart: in this intricate interweaving of time and space, should the child call him "Father," or that unreachable "Grandfather of the Great-Grandson"?