That's right, this writer still dedicated himself and traveled through time again for the first time. It's that simple.

There is no one who was born in an orphanage and worked hard to become a graduate of Peking University and Tsinghua University. There is no business leader who inherits the legacy of a dead father and mother. He is not a military king or a doctorate in science and engineering. He is just an ordinary fat man.

Okay, let’s see what kind of hell we’ve traveled to this time. The writer is very relaxed and doesn’t have to worry about it getting any worse.

After all, the last time I traveled through Japan was the Warring States Period, with three generations of poor tenant farmers, but in the end they still had a lot of white rice and wore splendid clothes. There can't be anyone with a more miserable background than this!

The writer woke up naturally, he had to wake up anyway. He was not interested in making up some bullshit reason to make the original owner die. Anyway, the soul was worn through this person.

First, I looked at the body. It must be around 1.6 meters tall, maybe over 1.7 meters tall. I’m very satisfied! It’s much more positive than the last time, when I was 1.42 meters tall, hunched over and full of rotten teeth. Then I looked at the clothes.

It's made of kapok, which I can't say is good, but it fits well and has no patches.

It seems that the original owner of this time travel is also from a well-off family with plenty of food and clothing, which is great.

No, there is something so wrong. The original owner even wore a big-brimmed gauze hat. After so many years of brainwashing by the Oppa drama with a bitter heroine, how can the writer not understand this!

Good guy! This time I'm wearing Lee's North Korea! Hammer, don't be a good citizen, otherwise you will be destined to be unable to serve as an official in this life.

Mother, hurry up. The most important thing is to check your identity first. There must be a household registration number on you. A decent person must have a talisman on him when he goes out. He is not a thief or a bandit.

After digging through the whole body with a very unsightly gesture, a boxwood plaque wrapped with copper wire is now placed in the palm of the writer's hand.

Hong Dashou, a man from Tiechuan Village, Tiechuan County, Tieshan County, Ping'an Road, looks like this. He lives with his mother and no one else.

Wow! This identity is really great. I breathed a sigh of relief. How embarrassing! The information on this household registration plate shows that Hong Dashou is a double-class household, also known as an official household and a situation household.

It’s great. Although I’m traveling through the Lee family this time, I’m still living in the top-floor households of the whole society. It’s easy to become a prosperous person with your skills as a writer.

However, North Korea is not a good place. Two Japanese rebellions, two random chaos, and foreign harassment, all eight roads were lost, and the three capitals fell. Not to mention the two classes, many princes and prime ministers died. If it was the late sixteenth century

By the early seventeenth century, it would be better to get a boat to float.

Their minds were full of random thoughts, and some of them were already thinking about developing New Zealand and raising two quokkas as pets.

No, no, please be serious now. Hong Dashou began to look at the house and the people in it.

The house looks like an ordinary hotel room. It is very low and has no ceiling. The thatched roof and pine rafters can be clearly seen. It may be because of the time, or it may be that the room is too dark, giving it a gloomy feeling.

There was nothing else in the room except a few rolls of bedding and a large wooden cabinet. The door to the room was very narrow, only a little over one meter high, and it was impossible to go in and out normally. As for the windows? That's too much to think about. If there aren't any, they don't exist at all.

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This type of building seems to be found in our country, usually in alpine areas. The doors and windows should be made as small as possible, and the walls should be greatly thickened to reduce heat loss in the house and facilitate heat storage.

When I think about it, Hong Daesou has traveled to the central and northern areas of North Korea. Some areas such as Jeolla Province in the south have a temperate climate. They have four distinct seasons and a mild climate, so there is no need to build such a cold-proof house.

It can only be said that the hotel that Hongda kept was not a very good one, and it felt a bit inconsistent with the status of the two classes of nobles.

Let’s look at the people again. Two younger people were gathered together, chatting and laughing quietly. A middle-aged man was looking through a book on a wooden stand, but his mind was probably not on the book. He was flipping through the pages so fast, so he was not reading.

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Finally, there was a little old man with mixed black and white hair, a thin face, and somewhat dim eyes. His clothes were also thin and shabby. Although it was not in a state of decay, it was definitely not good.

Hong Dashou felt that the two young men were not easy to get along with, and the middle-aged man probably had no intention of paying attention to him. He could only talk to the old man and go deep into the masses.

"Excuse me, father-in-law, what time is it now?" Hong Dashou approached the old man.

The old man turned around numbly, his cloudy eyes showing a bit of clarity, and glanced at Hong Dashou in front of him, as if he was identifying him.

"Now we are Empress Chongzhen..."

"Chongzhen! Old man Zhao, please wake up! Come back to Chongzhen!" When the two young people heard the word Chongzhen, they seemed to have heard a big joke, and they laughed loudly.

"You... you...!" The old man seemed to be suddenly filled with energy and blood.

"Great Ming! Great Ming! Great Ming! The sun and the moon are so great!" His voice rose from low to high. In just a dozen words, the old man burst into tears after speaking, and fell to the floor, sobbing.

"Hahahahahahaha, old man, hurry up and follow his Ming Dynasty, hahahahahaha..." The two young people laughed even more wildly.

Even when he saw the old man whose face turned from red to gray quickly, he sat down in mourning, he actually clapped his hands excitedly, as if he was watching a very funny comedy.

The middle-aged man finally came to his senses, saw the two young men's recklessness, and looked at the old man's pain and sorrow. He shook his head, stood up, came over, supported the old man, and gently stroked his back.

"What happened to the Ming Dynasty? Have you forgotten the great kindness of rebuilding the vassal state?" The middle-aged man replied in a low voice.

"Bah!" The two young men made disdainful sounds in unison, and clapped their hands as if they were stained with something dirty. They turned their backs and ignored the three people sitting opposite.

At this moment, Hong Dashou was stunned. When he heard the word "Chongzhen", his whole brain was already thundering. When the word "Da Ming" appeared, his mind was already thundering like a thunder.

"Ah ah ah..." Hong Dashou hugged his head tightly and screamed wildly.

The other people in the room looked horrified, and the door of the room was pushed open with a loud "snap".

The others retreated unconsciously, not daring to approach the screaming Hong Dashou, for fear that something bad would happen and get stuck to them.

The owner of the store who pushed in the door looked puzzled. He grabbed a young man and asked, "What's going on?"

The young man was also in the second class, but he was really shocked by the wild screams and didn't care about decency. He didn't care about the store's offense and spread his hands.

"Just like Old Man Zhao, another one is crazy. Are there not many of these poor and crazy people?"

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Of course, nothing happened to Hong Dashou. He just accepted the memory of the original owner and was stimulated by the special words. He had a splitting headache, so he whined and even fainted.

I can still hear it vaguely.

"Dead?"

"Nonsense, I'm panting."

"Hurry up and report it to the official and throw it out."

"It's a second class, how dare you throw it away."

"He deserves to be called Liangban?"......
Chapter completed!