Rumble~~~
A clap of thunder from a clear sky.
Fang Er snapped back to reality.
It had been three days.
It wasn't until this thunderclap that he accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.
He was the youngest Level 8 craftsman in the 21st century, reaching the pinnacle of fitting at just 25 years old. For the final component of a spacecraft engine, he had worked overtime for five days and four nights, finally completing it.
He was supposed to go home and rest before returning to assemble and debug the engine. However, the strong sense of achievement kept him awake, so he opened his phone and started playing a newly released game.
But as soon as the game finished loading, his vision went black.
It was understandable; he had died of overwork.
Not resting for over 100 hours, dying of overwork was not strange.
When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he found he had transmigrated.
For three days.
Fang Er had also figured out his situation.
The body he now occupied was just 15 years old.
The current year was 626 AD, the fourth day of the seventh month in the ninth year of Emperor Wu De of the Tang Dynasty.
This meant that a month ago.
Li Er had just eliminated his brothers.
Li Yuan was waiting to be forced to abdicate, and a life of concubines and harems.
This was a small manor outside Gaoling City.
Fortunately, Fang Er's current identity was the eldest young master of a landlord family, and also the master of this manor.
His father was certainly not that scoundrel Fang Ji Fan.
Nor was he Fang Xing, who wielded a sniper rifle to bombard the Tatars.
He was just a small landlord with thousands of mu of land, named Fang Lun. Fang Lun had died three months ago, and a few days later, his mother had also died from excessive grief. Now, only he, a few servants, and a steward remained.
Suddenly, Fang Er recalled a war that he had studied when researching Tang history, a war that had brought immense humiliation to Li Er, and which was about to begin in Gaoling.
On the twenty-fourth of August, the Tujue, upon learning of the change in Tang Dynasty's power and the instability of its governance, invaded from Gaoling.
This was followed by the humiliating Treaty of the Wei River.
Fang Er had very little free time in his previous life.
The youngest Level 8 craftsman was not earned easily.
In his rare moments of leisure, he enjoyed reading history, especially the history of the Han, Tang, and Ming dynasties.
After all, these three dynasties were the most glorious periods in Chinese history.
There were still fifty days!
My God!
Scared me to death!
This is too unlucky!
Damn it, if I get killed by the northern barbarians then, it will be a huge loss.
Fang Er quickly shouted outside the house.
"Guard! Come quickly!"
"Young Master, what is your command?"
A man rushed in from outside the door and asked Fang Er.
"Zhu Zi, quickly call Uncle Zhang over!"
The man named Zhu Zi was a servant of Fang Er's household, around thirty years old, and very sturdy.
Hearing Fang Er's words, he quickly ran outside.
I wonder what's wrong with the young master. Ever since he recovered from his high fever three days ago, he has been acting strangely.
Not long after, Zhu Zi returned with an old servant.
The old servant was Uncle Zhang. The average lifespan of people in this era was around 50 years. Uncle Zhang, at over 40 years old, looked quite old.
"Young Master, is there anything you need to instruct?"
Uncle Zhang bowed to Fang Er and then asked.
"Uncle Zhang, immediately pack up all the family's belongings. We are moving. The Tujue will attack in a few days!"
Fang Er paced back and forth in the room, his face full of anxiety.
Uncle Zhang looked at Fang Er in disbelief.
"Young Master, you mean the Tujue are going to attack? That's unlikely. This place is only a few dozen li from Chang'an. If there's a real fight, it won't reach us, will it?"
"Whether it reaches us or not, let's leave first. If they don't attack, we can come back. Stop chattering and hurry up and pack!"
Fang Er rubbed his face with his hands.
Uncle Zhang did not dare to say anything more. He called Zhu Zi to help him pack their belongings.
Fang Er also followed them out of the house and sat in the courtyard.
He looked up at the clear blue sky, without a single cloud.
July, the peak of summer.
Fang Er, however, felt only cold.
Although he could escape this war.
But how would he survive the subsequent years of natural disasters and locust plagues?
He heard that it hadn't rained a drop for two months.
Yesterday, he had also walked around outside the manor. The crops in the fields were almost all drought-stricken.
After a long while, Zhu Zi's voice came, interrupting Fang Er's thoughts.
"Young Master, the belongings are all packed. The steward asked me to invite you over."
"Let's go!"
Fang Er got up and walked towards the front yard.
"Young Master, the belongings are all packed, and the grain has been loaded onto the carts. It's all outside. Would you like to take a look?"
Uncle Zhang was loading items onto the carts with over a dozen other servants. Seeing Fang Er arrive, he quickly put down what he was holding and asked Fang Er.
"Let them load. Uncle Zhang, take me to see."
The two went outside the door.
On the main road outside the gate, there were more than a dozen ox carts loaded with belongings.
They were all grain, clothes, and the like.
At the front was a carriage, presumably prepared for him, the young master.
"Oh, right, Young Master, where are we moving to?"
"The belongings are packed, put them on the carts, and haul them to the courtyard. You prepare the family's money. Zhu Zi and I will go first to find a place to stay. I'll have Zhu Zi come back to inform you before we move."
Fang Er heard Uncle Zhang's question and realized he was too nervous, having packed his bags without even deciding where to go.
He couldn't be searching while on the run.
How much money does the family have now? Fang Er wanted to know his net worth.
The more than a dozen ox carts were not carrying anything valuable.
"To the Young Master, we still have 50 taels of gold, 130 taels of silver, and about two thousand strings of copper coins."
"Whoa!"
My family's assets are not small.
According to the exchange rate of 1 tael of gold to 10 taels of silver, and 1 tael of silver equal to one string of cash,
I now have 2,630 strings of cash.
One string of cash is a thousand coins. In terms of current purchasing power, one coin is equivalent to about one yuan in later generations.
More than two million!
A definite nouveau riche!
Could it be that someone wanted to rob and murder him, which is why he was given the opportunity to transmigrate?
Hiss~~~~~~!
Fang Er gasped for air.
This further solidified his determination to leave this place.
"Give me the gold, and have Zhu Zi call two more people to accompany me. The sun is still high, we'll leave now."
Fang Er instructed Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang did not say anything more and turned back into the courtyard.
Not long after.
Zhu Zi and two other house servants came out, leading four horses.
Uncle Zhang came out and handed a small package to Fang Er.
He opened it and saw five gold ingots.
Ding~~~! Detected current dynasty currency, system activated!
System activation complete, system loading, estimated completion in 12 hours!
As soon as he touched the gold ingots, a female voice sounded in Fang Er's mind.
Fang Er froze.
"My God!"
A golden finger!
Hahahaha!
Fang Er burst into laughter.
Uncle Zhang and Zhu Zi on the side were also stunned.
What happened to the young master?
Why is he happy with his own money? It's not like he found it.
They had no idea how excited Fang Er was at this moment.
Seeing their expressions.
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Author's Notes:
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