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“Brother Yun,” Wang Bo deliberately elongated the name, searching through his childhood memories for traces of this Yun. Suddenly, inspiration struck.

“Mother, when did Brother Yun come by? Why didn’t anyone wake me?”

“He came while you were still sound asleep, dear. Yun didn’t want to disturb your rest, so he left his things and went on his way. Bo’er, you must remember to repay Ah Yun properly when you see him next—he’s always looked after you, treating you as if you were his own brother. Don’t let his kindness go to waste. Get well soon.”

“Don’t worry, Mother. I understand. Brother Yun and I are just like real brothers. I’ve always regarded him as my elder brother.” Wang Bo nodded deeply.

“That’s good. Now, hurry and get out of bed for something to eat.” Li looked at Wang Bo with gentle eyes, overflowing with maternal love.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming now.”

Watching Li leave, Wang Bo’s heart couldn’t settle.

“Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun—so it’s Zhao Yun. But is this Zhao Yun the same as the one from the Three Kingdoms? If so, should I be happy or worried? If it’s really him, I could cling to his powerful support and live a comfortable life. But everyone knows Zhao Yun was born at the end of the Eastern Han, a time of chaos and warlords. Life was cheap in such troubled times. Can I really adapt to life in such an era? If it truly is chaos, how will I survive? Ugh, the more I think, the more confused I get. No matter what, I should cling tightly to Zhao Yun—whether he’s the legendary figure or not, he’s clearly capable. At least he can hunt, and following him means I’ll have meat to eat.” Wang Bo’s worries for his future kept swirling in his mind. Though he was a transmigrator, as a homebody he had no lofty ambitions—he only wished for a peaceful life until old age. But would that really happen?

“Grumble~~~” His stomach rumbled, making Wang Bo smile awkwardly.

“Haha, looks like I’m truly hungry. There’s no point in worrying so much—it won’t solve anything, just adds to my troubles. Better to accept things as they come. Time for breakfast.” With that, Wang Bo rolled out of bed, preparing to eat. As he slowly stood up, feeling his shaky, bamboo-thin legs, all he could do was sigh with resignation.

“Sigh~~~~~” He could only let out a long sigh as he walked out of the room.

“Hurry, Bo’er, or your food will get cold!” Seeing Wang Bo emerge, Li rushed over to help him.

He saw the steaming meat soup, his father gnawing at a dark, rough bread, and little Duo’er’s hopeful yet timid eyes. Tears streamed uncontrollably down Wang Bo’s face.

“Bo’er, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Li asked anxiously.

“Men shouldn’t shed tears so easily. Wipe your eyes and eat.” Wang Hu cast Wang Bo a doting glance.

“Yes, Father.” Wang Bo wiped his tears and sat down.

He took more than half the rabbit meat from his soup and shared it with his parents and Duo’er.

“Bo’er, what are you doing? You’ve just recovered; you need nourishment. Your father and I are fine—we don’t need this.” Li was about to refuse the meat.

“Mother, it’s alright. There’s too much—I can’t finish it. You and Father work so hard every day for us to eat our fill; you need the nutrition even more.”

“But…” Li hesitated, knowing it was filial piety.

Wang Hu interrupted, saying, “Let it be, dear. It’s a gesture of love—if you try to refuse, Bo’er won’t eat it. Just accept it and honor his filial heart.”

Li had no choice but to accept the rabbit meat, her face helpless but her heart warm.

As he sipped the still-warm meat soup and looked at his parents, Wang Bo felt a deep melancholy. Everyone says parental love is incomparable; at that moment, Wang Bo understood it profoundly. Before crossing over, he never felt such intense love from his parents. His family was well-off, there were few hardships, and though his parents loved him dearly, their affection was never so deeply felt.

“Sigh… I’ve transmigrated, but what will happen to my parents? If they discover what happened to me, they’ll be devastated. Heaven, are you playing tricks on me? My parents raised me with so much effort, and before I could repay them, you brought me here with a bolt of lightning. Am I really that deserving of punishment?” The more Wang Bo thought, the more his head hurt. He wanted to look up and question the heavens—what had he done to deserve such fate?

“Bo’er, why aren’t you eating?” Li saw him put down the meat soup, lost in thought, and asked anxiously.

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“Oh, it’s nothing, Mother. I was just thinking. I’ll eat now.” Wang Bo, returning from his thoughts, picked up the meat soup and resumed eating.

After the meal, Wang Bo went to clear the dishes, but Li stopped him.

“Bo’er, your health is still weak. Let me handle it. You go rest.”

“Mother, it’s fine, it doesn’t take much effort. I can manage.”

“No, listen to me. Go rest.” Seeing Li’s resolute expression, Wang Bo could only shake his head helplessly.

“Alright, Mother, I’ll go rest now.” He handed the dishes to Li and walked back to his room with resignation.

“Brother, what are you doing? Why are you staring off into space again?” Little Duo’er hopped over, blinking her lively eyes, curious about Wang Bo’s deep contemplation.

Wang Bo sat on a stone in the courtyard, his right hand supporting his chin, head bowed in silent thought. His hesitant, intense gaze and tightly shut lips revealed his complex inner world, as motionless as a statue, oblivious to Duo’er’s calls.

“What should I do? How can I help my parents and supplement the household income? How can I make money? If I’d known I’d cross over, I would’ve memorized methods for making paper, gunpowder, and so on. At least I’d have a skill to make a living. And how do I strengthen myself? If I faint again, what then—will I have to drink that talisman water?”

He recalled the second day after crossing over, when his parents brought him a wooden bowl, insisting he drink the contents. The black, lumpy mass inside made his skin crawl. Wasn’t this murder?

“Mother, I’m much better now—there’s no need for that, right?” Wang Bo tried to dodge his gentle mother’s gaze.

Li would have none of it, feigning fierceness as she said, “No, you must drink it. Your father went through a lot to get this talisman water from town. If you don’t drink it, how will you recover?”

“But…” Wang Bo was still hesitant, feeling bitter inside.

But seeing his parents’ hopeful eyes, no matter how reluctant or bitter he felt, he could only swallow it. Steeling himself, Wang Bo thought, “Fine, I’ll endure it. If I die, so be it. I can’t make my parents worry any longer. It’s just ashes, right?”

He carefully took the bowl, looked again at the revolting black lump, and gulped it down.

No sooner had he swallowed it than his stomach convulsed violently. “Ugh!” He almost vomited it up, but managed to hold it in, teeth clenched.

Thinking back, Wang Bo could still feel the discomfort in his stomach. He vowed never to touch such things again. It wasn’t medicine but poison. Superstitions are deadly. Wang Bo felt he’d never understood this so deeply before, but now it was crystal clear.

“Brother, what are you doing?” Seeing Wang Bo ignoring her, Duo’er pouted and shook his arm hard.

“Ah, Duo’er, when did you come here? What is it?” Shaken out of his reverie, Wang Bo saw his adorable sister pouting and quickly asked.

“I’ve been here a while. I saw you resting and wanted to check on you. You didn’t even notice me. Hmph!” Duo’er gave Wang Bo a dramatic eye-roll.

“Uh…” The eye-roll made him shiver—this ancient little girl was full of energy. “Wait, she’s my sister; what am I thinking?” Shaking his head to clear his mind, Wang Bo smiled as kindly as he could. “Good girl, Duo’er. I was deep in thought and didn’t see you. Why don’t you go play? I still have things to figure out.”

“Hmph! I’m not talking to you anymore, bad brother.” Duo’er pouted and stomped away.

Wang Bo could only smile helplessly at her tiny, retreating figure.

He had been in this place for over twenty days. For the first few days, due to Li’s insistence, Wang Bo had to stay in bed, making his already pale face even more bloodless. Recently, as his condition improved, Li allowed him to wander in the courtyard, basking in the sun.

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During this time, watching his parents toil, seeing their graying hair and wrinkles like scars, Wang Bo felt deeply guilty. He was nothing but a burden at home—not only unable to help, but needing their care. Even Duo’er could help with small chores. Wang Bo was consumed by remorse.

He wished to help, but couldn’t figure out what to do. Helping with farmwork was out of the question, not only because his parents wouldn’t allow it, but also because he might faint again. He was dismayed to find that the knowledge he brought from his previous life was useless. Some transmigrators become legends, but he was a failure. Why couldn’t he succeed?

“Brother, Mother says it’s time to eat.” Duo’er ran over, delivered the message, and ran off again, still upset that her brother had ignored her.

“Heh, that little girl sure holds grudges.” Wang Bo shook his head helplessly and went inside.

After dinner, Wang Hu took his tools and went to work in the fields. Duo’er bounced around Li, occasionally casting Wang Bo a pout. She was irresistibly cute, but Wang Bo could only smile helplessly. Glancing around, he realized he was once again idle.

“Mother, I’d like to go out for a walk. I’ve been cooped up for days, my bones feel stiff.” With nothing else to do, Wang Bo wanted to explore. Since he’d crossed over, he hadn’t left the courtyard.

“Alright, but come back soon—don’t make me worry.” Li thought it over; letting him walk around the village was better than staying home bored. As long as he stayed within the village, there would be people watching out for him.

“Don’t worry, Mother. I’ll just walk nearby and won’t be gone long.” Wang Bo smiled and went out.

“Since he fainted, he’s become more silent than before. He doesn’t like to move much, and I wonder what he’s always thinking about. For him to want to go out is an improvement.” Li didn’t think much more; she could never imagine her son’s soul had been replaced.

Wang Bo left the courtyard, strolling slowly along the country paths, taking in the scenery of the little village.

Scenery? All he saw were mud walls, thatched roofs, and fences. There was nothing picturesque about it. The more he looked, the more discouraged he became—not a single decent house in sight.

“How can people be so poor?” Wang Bo muttered to himself.

He gradually reached the village entrance, where several elderly men and a young man in his twenties sat under a large tree, chatting leisurely. Seeing Wang Bo approach, the oldest elder called out, “Bo’er, I heard you fainted recently. Are you alright now?”

Wang Bo paused, then replied, “Thank you for your concern, Village Chief. I’m much better now.”

“That’s good. You’ve always been frail—take care of yourself. All you children grew up under my watch; I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” The chief spoke kindly.

“Don’t worry, Village Chief. I’ll be careful. I do want to build up my strength, but I don’t know how.” Wang Bo expressed his helplessness.

“We told you before to train, but you always refused. Why the sudden change?” The young man, not the chief, spoke.

“After fainting this time, I realized how weak I am. If I keep this up, my parents will worry endlessly. So I want to start training.” The young man couldn’t know Wang Bo was inwardly disgruntled—how could the original Wang Bo be so stubborn, avoiding exercise when he needed it most?

“Alright, come to my house tomorrow. I’ll help you train. You can’t go on like this. Now that you’re willing, I’ll help you out. It may not do much, but at least it’ll improve your constitution.”

“‘May not do much’? That’s discouraging,” Wang Bo thought, but he agreed, “Alright, Brother Feng, I’ll come early tomorrow.”

“Good, finally some ambition. I’ll wait for you in the morning.” The young man replied cheerfully.

Wang Bo smiled wryly as he headed home, feeling both hope and uncertainty about the days ahead.