Transmigrando para a antiguidade, outros comem terra de Guanyin, você na verdade tem lagostas gigantes?
Por favor, assista sem pensar nessa história de transmigração + texto爽 + cultivo + culinária + construção de território + história alternativa. Zhou Wu, que de repente se transmigrou para a era antiga
Zhou Wu lay on the bed, the hard wooden boards pressing painfully into his back. He managed to open his eyes with difficulty, noticing that the black tiles on the ceiling seemed to have weathered many years. He couldn't help but wonder, what era was this, that people still lived in tile-roofed houses?
He tried to move his body, only for a violent pain to assault his limbs.
“Brother Wu, you’re awake?”
A muffled, honest-sounding voice came from beside him. Turning his head, he saw a simple-faced young man keeping vigil at his bedside.
Suddenly, Zhou Wu’s mind was wracked with sharp pain, as a flood of unfamiliar memories surged through him.
Originally, Zhou Wu was a typical country boy who refused to accept his fate. He had always studied diligently, yearning for the big city. Through sheer effort, he finally found himself, in his early thirties, standing atop a skyscraper in the Land of Beauty.
As the youngest leader of a Fortune 500 company, Zhou Wu was once the talk of the town. Yet, on his thirty-fifth birthday, his world came crashing down. His wife from the Land of Beauty conspired with his mistress, orchestrating his ruin. In the end, Zhou Wu died violently in a foreign street, his reputation in tatters.
Now, Zhou Wu had crossed over to a parallel world, one whose timeline resembled the Han or Tang dynasties of his original world.
A torrent of unfamiliar memories fused in his mind, and though the pain was intense, it faded as quickly as it came.
From these new memories, Zhou Wu realized that, much like the p