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Le Jing was woken up by a burst of crying.

As soon as he opened his eyes, before he could say anything, he felt a stinging pain deep in his brain, and an unfamiliar moan came from his mouth. His voice was as weak and hoarse as an old man's.

"Brother, you're awake!" Someone held his hand and said in a particularly surprised voice: "Dr. Zhao's medicine is indeed effective. How do you feel now?"

The stinging pain in his mind lingered like a gangrene on his bones. He endured the pain and carefully looked at the owner of the voice - a little girl in her late teens.

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Her hair was meticulously tied up, and she was wearing an old-style heavy cheongsam. She had fair skin, a delicate and handsome appearance, and a pair of big and bright eyes looking at him mistyly, with tears of joy brewing in them.

She asked him what he called...brother?

The pain in his mind suddenly intensified, and countless scenes flashed through Le Jing's mind like a movie in fast forward.

Li Shuran saw that her eldest brother's face was getting paler, his brows were furrowed, he was holding his head and moaning in pain.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Brother, are you okay?" She stood up in panic: "I'll call Dr. Zhao!"

"Wait a minute." Her eldest brother's weak but firm voice came from behind, "I'm fine."

Li Shuran turned around and saw her eldest brother sitting up and looking at her deeply, his dark eyes turning into deep pools, with a strange and soul-stirring charm. He raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a strange smile, "I'm fine, no need to call Dr. Zhao."

Li Shuran was stunned, feeling that such a big brother looked so strange.

What is big brother like?

It should be gloomy and angry, sarcastic, and strange.

How long had it been since she saw her eldest brother talking to her normally and smiling at her?

Then he saw his eldest brother put away his smile and looked at her with a strange calmness. His voice was a little hoarse due to long illness: "You go out first, I want to lie down for a while."

He waved his hand and said to the maid standing beside him: "You guys can go out too."

After the door closed gently, Le Jing laughed silently.

Ha, how interesting. He didn't expect that crossing such a bad street would happen to him. He remembered that he was lying in bed sleeping before, but he didn't expect to find that he was a hundred years ago when he opened his eyes.

He lay on the bed and slowly sorted out the memory of the original owner. It was 1925, the country was dead early in the morning, warlords were fighting, revolutionaries were fighting in all directions, large areas of the country's territory had been usurped by foreign countries, Chinese people were third-class citizens, and foreign troops were showing off their power on Chinese soil.

The original owner's name was Li Jingran, who was the same age as Le Jing and was the eldest son of a nouveau riche family.

The Li family is a grain merchant. In the past few years, they made a fortune by relying on the war to make money when the country was in trouble. As the eldest son, Li Jingran naturally had no worries about food and clothing since childhood, and was studying at a famous local private middle school. In the Republic of China, where the literacy rate was less than 20% and the average life expectancy of the people was 35 years old, Li Jingran was undoubtedly an elite of the upper class. Judging from the preferential treatment given by the Republic of China government to intellectuals, even if he did not rely on his family, Li Jingran would definitely have a very good future. .

However, after Le Jing finished sorting out Li Jingran's memories, he just wanted to sigh. Li Jingran is a good example of a man who ruined a good deck of cards.

The story of the Li family is like a third-rate vulgar novel. To sum it up, the mistress took over and forced the legitimate wife to death, the biological father became a stepfather, and the two brothers, Li Jingran and Li Shuran, became yellow cabbage in the field. If Li Jingran works hard and makes progress, he may not have a good future in the future. After all, although Li's father doesn't like him very much, he will not stop him from making progress.

What a pity...

Le Jing sat on the head of the bed, rubbed his sore temples, lowered his eyes and smiled softly, with an unspeakable sarcasm in his smile.

Li Jingran is a heavy smoker, and he is also a heavy smoker who eats, drinks, whores and gambles.

He is a scumbag.

He was crippled by his stepmother's flattery.

Li Jingran is the kind of person Le Jing despises the most. When you are stuck in a quagmire and don't think about how to climb out, you choose to give up on yourself and sink into the mud together. Le Jing has always been dismissive of people like this who give up and degenerate.

At this time, Le Jing's head hurt like the sequelae of staying up late for a long time. His whole body was exhausted and he was breaking out in cold sweats. It felt like there were countless ants crawling around in his heart, making him wish he could take his heart out and scratch it.

This is exactly the big trouble that the original owner gave him - drug addiction.

He yawned listlessly, that's why he looked down on Li Jingran so much.

When the news about the original owner's drug use reached Father Li's ears, he was naturally furious. He was completely disappointed with his son and locked him in a room, leaving him to fend for himself and wait until he quit drugs.

Lejing is now experiencing a typical withdrawal reaction.

Because his father is a professor at the Public Security University, Le Jing received a complete and comprehensive anti-drug education since he was a child. So he now knows that his symptoms at this time are early withdrawal reactions. Next, he will have withdrawal reactions such as heart palpitations, numbness and itchiness all over the body that alternates between hot and cold, emotional breakdown, nausea and vomiting, insomnia and incontinence, and anorexia and world-weariness.

Li Jingran relied on opium to numb himself, and finally died due to a fever caused by a strong withdrawal reaction.

He simply died. As the new owner of Li Jingran's body, Le Jing had to clean up his mess.

First, he needs to quit drugs, and then he definitely can't stay in the Li family for long. He needs to get out of this "devil's cave" as soon as possible.

He still looked down on the meager property of the Li family, and was too lazy to waste his brainpower on fighting with Wang, a woman in a deep house.

A good man has ambitions in all directions. The world is so big, and there are so many broad places for him to do what he wants. Why bother to fight with an illiterate woman in the inner house? To be honest, if Li Jingran had a clear mind and self-control, Wang's flattery would not be useful. Moreover, for Wang, who is narrow-minded and sinister, Li Jingran's success is the biggest revenge for her.

Next, it is the original owner's sister, Li Shuran.

As the eldest son, Li Jingran's father still has some affection for him, and his stepmother Wang is also a little afraid of him. However, as a girl, Li Shuran is not as lucky as Li Jingran.

Li Shuran is thirteen this year. Li's father and Wang have promised her a family to be a second wife to a sick son, and she will get married in two months.

Li Jingran himself has no feelings for this sister, so Le Jing can't have feelings for this "sister".

But he couldn't just ignore it.

Because Le Jing is now Li Jingran, he should fulfill his guardian's duties.

Li Jingran can evade responsibility and live a life of debauchery without caring about his younger sister's life or death, but Le Jing can't do that. The moment he became Li Jingran, Li Shuran also became his responsibility.

If he didn't care about Li Shuran, it would only prove that he and Li Jingran were birds of a feather.

So he must lead Li Shuran away from the Li family.

Considering the original owner's past bad deeds, Le Jing quickly set a script for himself as a prodigal son. People are always social animals. In order to survive in society, Le Jing has been accustomed to putting on a layer of camouflage.

Le Jing has always been a successful actor.

As for what kind of business he would do to earn money to support his family after he got out, he also had a plan in mind.

He planned to write novels to make money.

The treatment of intellectuals in the Republic of China was unprecedentedly superior. For new authors who submit articles, newspapers generally offer one yuan per thousand words, two yuan per thousand words for experienced authors, ten yuan per thousand words for famous writers, and some famous writers even offer a high price of twenty or thirty yuan per thousand words.

Mr. Zhou, a famous writer in later history books, recorded in his diary that in 1929 he earned a total of 14,664 silver dollars in royalties and copyright fees. The courtyard house he bought in Beijing before was only more than 800 silver dollars. At that time, one silver dollar was equivalent to the purchasing power of 110 yuan in later generations, which means that Mr. Zhou earned more than 1.6 million yuan a year in royalties alone, making him an undoubted high-paid person.

Le Jing admitted that he could not compare with Mr. Zhou, but even if he paid one yuan per thousand words, according to the minimum standard of online serialization, he would have made 90 yuan a month by writing 3,000 words a day. You should know that at that time, the monthly salary of a nanny in Beijing was only three or five oceans, and in Fengtian City (the old name of Shenyang City) where Li Jingran lived, jobs with a monthly salary of two yuan were scrambled for.

Le Jing came from the era of information explosion. The development of the entertainment industry over the past century has given him many "wonderful ideas" that the people of the Republic of China have never heard of. Time-travel literature and martial arts literature that have become outdated in later generations are still new things in this era, and Le Jing can write them to make a living.

He must quit drugs before Li Shuran gets married, and then take her away to welcome a new life.

Le Jing does not believe in God, but he is not an atheist, he is an agnostic. He believes that there are always some existences in this world that cannot be recognized by humans.

Although I don’t know how he suddenly came to this era, I will make the best of it. Instead of staying at home and being monitored and controlled by Comrade Le Zhengye, a good policeman of the people, without freedom, it is obvious that this strange era allows him to let go and do whatever he wants.

While thinking, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"You can't go in." Li Shuran's crisp voice sounded from outside the door.

"Second Miss, I am also following the orders of the Madam. When the Madam heard that the young master was ill, she specially sent me to bring some supplements to the young master."

"...My brother is resting, you can give the supplements to me."

"The Madam said that the supplements must be given to the eldest young master in person. The young lady is still young and may not know how to take the supplements. If the eldest young master has any mishaps...the Madam will not forgive me if she finds out. Please don't make it difficult for me."

Le Jing almost wanted to laugh.

Listen, how soft and hard these words are, how thoughtful.

A servant beside the Madam can speak to the legitimate young lady like this, you can imagine how high Li Shuran's status in the mansion is.

Li Shuran was a 13-year-old girl, who was always ignored and cold-shouldered in the mansion. The few words just now had exhausted all her courage. When the servant brought up the big Buddha of the wife, her voice immediately weakened, and she stammered: "Brother is still sleeping..."

"Shuran, let them in." Le Jing said in the room: "I'm awake."

The door was pushed open with a creak, and a servant in coarse cloth followed Li Shuran in. Compared with the arrogance when facing Li Shuran, he raised a flattering smile on his face when he saw Li Jingran, nodded and bowed, and said: "Master, the wife heard that you were sick and was very anxious, so she sent a little man to bring you tonics."

He opened the lid of the medicine box as if to ask for credit and let Le Jing see it clearly: three wild ginsengs, which looked a bit old.

Le Jing glanced at it with a half-smile, coughed and said calmly: "I just heard what you and the second lady said, I thought it was such a rare and hard-to-find tonic, but it's just three wild ginseng. Could it be that it was given by my wife?" Ginseng is extremely expensive. Is there any special way to take it?”

As soon as these words came out, not only the boy was dumbfounded, but even Li Shuran looked at him in surprise with wide eyes.

No wonder they were surprised. Li Jingran has always been a mother who has breasts, and bullies the weak and fears the strong. Although he knows that his stepmother Wang killed his own mother and treated his own sister harshly, Wang still slaps him from time to time and gives him sweet dates. Eat, he actually bribed him, and he usually respects Wang.

This time he actually spoke for Li Shuran and blatantly insulted the Wang family. This was something Li Shuran and the servant did not expect at all.

To put it bluntly, the reason why the servant was so fearless in front of Li Shuran was because no one in the house would support Li Shuran.

Facing Le Jing's tough gaze, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead. He avoided his gaze and forced a smile: "Master, you don't know, this is a serious twenty-year-old red ginseng. It is a great tonic." "Things..." He began to introduce the efficacy of red ginseng in a gushing manner, and he was blown away by the red ginseng. Those who didn't know it thought it was the marrow of dragon liver and phoenix.

Le Jing sneered in his heart, this was an honest and fair way of choking him. It's no wonder that this boy was so bold in dealing with him. With Li Jingran's character, it's not surprising that he was treated like this. If this was the real Li Jingran, maybe that fool would really believe it.

Le Jing took a breath. He was currently weak and had to detoxify. It was enough for Xiao Xiao to support Li Shuran and show his attitude. It would be bad if he really offended Mr. Wang. So he paused and said coldly: "I understand, thank my wife for your kindness. Qiu Ju, see you off."

The boy said hurriedly: "Master, actually, my wife asked me to come here for something else..." He slowly glanced at Li Shuran, then lowered his head.

"You go down first."

Li Shuran hesitated to speak and glanced at Le Jing. After all, she did not dare to disobey her elder brother's order, so she closed the door and left.

"So there are only two of us in the room, you can say it."

The boy gave Le Jing a mysterious smile, "My wife has brought something good to the young master." He took off the outer layer of the medicine box containing red ginseng and revealed the bottom layer.

The bottom floor was filled with strips wrapped in yellow paper. The faint sweet smell of cooked opium wafted into Lejing's nostrils, making his mind go blank for a moment. If it were Li Jingran, he would be tearing open the package with joy right now, looking for fire and a pipe everywhere.

Le Jing closed his eyes and tried all his willpower to endure the restlessness in his patience, but the noisy voice of the boy was still chattering:

"My wife said it was just some worthless cigarettes. All the young men and ladies outside were smoking, but the master wanted to lock him up and give up smoking. So my wife secretly sent the villain to the Hejia opium shop to buy high-quality cigarettes and give them away. To the young master."

He took out a pipe from his arms and said with an earnest smile: "Master, can I wait for you to smoke?"

For the first time in his life, Le Jing felt the urge to curse.

The author has something to say:

Updated daily, the update time is generally midnight of the day.

I wanted to save the manuscript, but I overestimated myself. So this book still has no manuscript and no outline. It’s just random writing, just for fun, don’t go into it too deeply.

The modern era that Le Jing lives in is an imaginary one. He traveled from the imaginary modern era to the imaginary Republic of China. In order to avoid harmony, the names of any historical figures will not appear in the article, and sensitive historical events will not be touched upon.

There is no hatred between the country and the family, no reforms, and no military infrastructure. At this time, Lejing does not have that kind of great ambition. To put it simply, this world is a story about traveling through the bad streets of the Republic of China where people were recovering from drug addiction and writing novels. Le Jing is not a copycat, and all his works are original.

And, the prototype of Mr. Zhou, whom Le Jing uses as an example in this chapter, is my eternal male god--Mr. Lu Xun. But this time Mr. Zhou is not Mr. Lu Xun, so remember this.