Ning Ye foi transportado para Da Qian. No nono ano de Tianbao, calamidades surgiram por toda parte; nas vilas e cidades, nove de dez casas estavam vazias. Ele nunca imaginou que, sendo um rei dos soldados moderno, acabaria em uma era tão absurda. Não há registros dessa época em nenhum livro de história. O grau de caos supera qualquer período histórico marcado por desastres. E o que mais o surpreendeu foi que o governo local ainda enviava esposas aos homens. E não apenas uma, mas três de uma vez? Mais importante ainda... 【Os itens do mercado desta semana foram sorteados aleatoriamente.】 【De acordo com os diferentes itens, o anfitrião pode fazer trocas livremente.】 【Cápsulas rápidas de ibuprofeno — troca por cinco moedas de cobre.】 【Cem quilos de arroz premium das Cinco Virtudes — troca por dez moedas de cobre.】 【Moutai Feitian edição especial — troca por vinte moedas de cobre.】 【Uma besta militar composta (com cinco flechas) — troca por cinquenta moedas de cobre.】 【Duas granadas de aço modelo 82-2 — troca por cem moedas de cobre.】 Que sistema divino é esse?
“Ning Ye, why are you still standing there dazed?”
“If you don’t bring a wife home today, you’ll be punished with thirty lashes again.”
“With your current physique, I’m afraid you wouldn’t survive even ten lashes. Don’t delay any longer!”
At the entrance of Qingyuan village, a group of well-meaning villagers were chattering, urging him on.
In the center of the crowd, the young man they had forcibly brought along was not only ragged and sallow-faced but now looked dazed and vacant-eyed, as if starved to the point of madness.
Ning Ye stared blankly at the scene before him, a splitting headache overwhelming him.
Strange memories surged like a tide.
In the ninth year of the Tianbao era of Great Qian, disasters struck one after another, battlefields ran rampant, and the villages were left nearly deserted, with nine out of ten households emptied.
“So, I’ve traveled through time?”
Ning Ye never imagined that, a proud modern-day soldier, he would be transported to such a ridiculous era—one unrecorded in any history books and far more chaotic than any other period of calamity in history.
“Ning Ye, just consider it your fourth uncle’s plea. Everyone’s starving, not just you. Although taking a wife means more mouths to feed, it’s still better than being exiled. Don’t you agree?”
A voice gently coaxed him again.
It belonged to a short, honest-looking middle-aged man—Ning Ye’s fourth uncle, the only other male left in the old Ning family besides himself.
Take a wife?
Ning Ye was