Amid the violent explosions and screams, Yang Zhen woke up from his dream violently, and what greeted him was a familiar and unfamiliar fighting room. The morning sun shines through the wooden lattice www.biquge.info brightening up the whole room, and the furnishings here are very simple, just a bed, a table, two stools, and a wardrobe, and the wood of these furniture is also the most ordinary.

Looking at the surrounding furnishings, hearing the sound of Lang reading aloud from outside the house, Yang Zhen's face showed a wry smile that was very inconsistent with his age. He looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his figure is not short, even if he is lying on the bed, he is about seven feet, although his appearance is not handsome, but he is full of heroism, especially the pair of eyebrows, long eyebrows like a sword straight into the sideburns, and the stars are deep and incomprehensible. It's just that one of his feet is thickly bandaged, and his head is also tightly bandaged, which makes the whole person's momentum a little weaker.

In the past half a month, Yang Zhen has hoped that everything is just an absurd dream every time he falls asleep, but when he wakes up again, he has to accept the truth in front of him with a wry smile - he really crossed over, or borrowed the corpse to return the soul. He clearly remembered that he was a member of the "Sky Wolf" mercenary army in the 21st century, but now he had become a milky teenager in Jiangling County, Huguang, in the early years of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty.

That's right, the era Yang Zhen is in now is the late spring of the early year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, and he is only sixteen years old. Although he didn't know much about history, Yang Zhen also knew that the Ming Dynasty was hundreds of years away from his former era, and he reversed these hundreds of years of time and space and attached himself to this body.

All of this is just because of a calculated sneak attack. When he and his brothers launched a sneak attack on an enemy, they were greeted by a trap - hundreds of kilograms of TN.t exploded after they entered the floor, and after a violent roar, he lost consciousness, and when he woke up again, he was the same as this young man named Yang Zhen.

crossed because of a fortuitous event, although Yang Zhen had heard such a story but didn't think so, this was just a plot in a novel movie. But now he has to accept the facts in front of him, "What's more, it's better than being killed on the spot and having nothing left, right?" He comforted himself so much, and at the same time his eyes fell on his bandaged feet, but he also remembered this body.

This young man named Yang Zhen has only two brothers in his family, he is the younger brother, and there is also an elder brother named Yang Chen. The parents of the two died early, but fortunately, there are still a few acres of ancestral land, plus the elder brother Yang Chen is a student in the county and is also a first-class student, and a few buckets of rice allocated by the imperial court every month can be regarded as well-off. As for him, who is a younger brother, he is a restless master, and he always likes to fight with a few good partners, so he worries his brother a lot. And the injuries on Yang Zhen's body now also come from a brawl more than half a month ago.

Of course, for Yang Zhen today, the previous brawl may still be a good thing. If he hadn't hurt his head in such a fight, maybe he wouldn't have been able to possess it. It's just that even his legs have been discounted, and he hasn't improved for half a month, which has affected his daily actions, which made Yang Zhen a little uncomfortable.

For Yang Zhen, who has survived in an extremely harsh environment, fought with many fierce characters, has been tested several times in his life, and has even been "blown up" once, the result of this crossing is not too difficult to accept, just as if it was a dream before, anyway, he didn't have relatives to care about before, the only thing he was reluctant to do was those brothers who were born and died together, but since he can't go back, it's better to live here, at least here he doesn't have to worry about sudden and unpredictable dangers all the time.

Just as Yang Zhen exhaled and accepted his new identity again, the sound of books outside the room had stopped. After a while, his brother Yang Chen walked in with Mo'er, a scholar carrying a tray. This Yang Chen is in his twenties, wearing a half-collared scholar's shirt, and his appearance is quite similar to that of his younger brother, but his appearance is much softer, and he does not have the heroic spirit of his younger brother between his eyebrows and eyes, but his body size is not much different. As for the scholar, he was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he looked a little clever, but somehow, Yang Zhen always felt that the other party was a little hostile to him.

"Erlang is feeling better today? Does my head and legs still hurt? Yang Chen came in and saw that his younger brother had woken up, so he asked Mo'er to put down the tray and greeted him.

Yang Zhen looked at his brother's concerned gaze, and his heart was warm, he had never enjoyed the love of his relatives in his previous life after the death of his adult parents. After being stunned for a moment, he replied: "Big brother, I'm much better, but I can't touch the ground with my feet and can't walk normally." Although facing a person who was actually more than ten years younger than his mental age, Yang Zhen's eldest brother did not hesitate at all, but he didn't know if it was the role of the original memory.

Yang Chen showed a relieved smile: "Then I'm relieved." Come, wipe your face, drink a bowl of porridge, and drink the medicine again. You were not lightly injured at that time, and you were able to recover so quickly because of the blessing of your father's spirit in the sky, and you must be able to go down to the ground in a few days. ”

Yang Zhen took the face towel handed by Mo'er and wiped his face, then took the porridge in his brother's hand and ate it in a big gulp. In addition to rice, this porridge was also mixed with some minced meat, and he knew that his brother had specially made it for himself, and it must have cost a lot of money. Although the Yang brothers are not worried about food and clothing, they are not wide enough to eat meat casually, which can be seen from the simple furnishings in his house and the clothes of his brother, after all, it is the Ming Dynasty, and the lives of the common people are not rich.

Although he knew this, Yang Zhen didn't break it, and still drank all the porridge quickly. He knew that it was his responsibility to heal his injuries quickly and then find a good man to share with his brother, but he didn't dwell on these details. Then he took the bowl of dark lacquer decoction again, frowned and dried it in his mouth, although he had accepted the reality of crossing, but Yang Zhen was still a little difficult to bear this bitter Chinese medicine soup, and this medicine also had an indescribable taste, which made it even more difficult for him to swallow.

Seeing that his younger brother had drunk all the porridge and medicine, Yang Chen ordered Mo'er to remove the things, and then sat on the stool in front of the bed, hesitating as if he wanted to say something. When Yang Zhen saw him, he guessed what he wanted to say, and he also put on a teachable appearance and waited for his brother to speak.

Yang Chen hesitated for a moment before he spoke: "Erlang, don't blame your brother for talking too much, you are really too reckless this time, how can you fight so fiercely with others?" This time, fortunately, you are not seriously injured, and the other party is only slightly injured, in case you have something good, you can call how to explain to your deceased parents as a brother! Even if you're fine, if you have to go to court because you hurt someone, this disaster is not small, how about you call it a brother. ”

Yang Zhen looked at his brother with a look of fear and worry, and his heart was both ashamed and moved. Although this matter was not out of his will, he also felt the same at this time, so he nodded and said, "Big brother is right, I know it's wrong." In the future, I will no longer make trouble all day long and make my brother worry about me. After I recover from my injury, I will find a job to do so that I can share my brother's worries. ”

"Huh?" Yang Chen saw that his brother did not quibble as before, but was so sincere, but he was very unaccustomed to it. But then, he also showed a happy look: "It's reassuring that you can know things like this, big brother." He thought that this was his brother who had finally realized his mistake and grown up after the accident, but he never imagined that it was because his brother had already changed people.

After the two brothers said a few more words, Yang Chen got up and went back to his study to study. Yang Zhen learned from the memory of this body that this year is the period of the triennial township examination, and as the elder brother of the student, he naturally hopes to pass the examination this time, so that he can have the opportunity to enter the Beijing entrance examination and continue to move towards the goal of being a scholar in the world.

Amid the sound of his brother reading, Yang Zhen slowly walked out of his house with a wooden stick and came to the courtyard. He also felt a little strange, how could he say that he had woken up for half a month, and the injury on his head had healed, but why couldn't this leg fall to the ground? Although it is a hundred days of breaking muscles and bones, but changing the medicine and drinking the medicine every day, how can there be signs of improvement, not to mention that his body is in the stage of development and growth and should get better faster, how can it be so, is it because the medical level of this era is too low or his own problem?

After turning this thought, Yang Zhen couldn't help but think that even if he was in good health, it was not easy to find a job. Although he had hundreds of years of knowledge from later generations, these were obviously of little use to his current situation, and he could not invent any perfumes or soaps, let alone write poems and compositions, and even if he did remember a few lines, it was a poem that preceded this era. Now that I think about it, the only thing Yang Zhen is good at is the regular skills of mercenaries such as killing people and raids, but what is the use of these in this era?

"Maybe I can be a very good Jiangyang thief with my previous skills." Yang Zhen thought a little self-deprecatingly. Under the strict household registration system and self-contained army system of the Ming Dynasty, it is not easy for him to join the army even if he wants to, not to mention that he doesn't want to be a pawn like cannon fodder with his proud temperament, so it is more difficult to get ahead than to ascend to the sky.

Yang Zhen thought like this, while slowly moving his body in the courtyard, so as to move his somewhat stiff body, maybe through this, the injury on his leg could be healed faster. Suddenly, Yang Zhen's ears moved, and his eyes followed the sound he heard to the courtyard wall on the left.

A figure was slipping down from the wall at this time, and its movements were very sneaky. Yang Zhen didn't hesitate, curled up his injured foot, and with a slight exertion of his other foot, then the wooden stick in his hand was a little bit, and he came to the wall in just a few clicks. As soon as the man landed on the ground and turned around, he had already stabilized himself on one leg, and stabbed his right hand straight into the face of the comer like a spear!