Chapter 1: Crossing Under the Widow

【Dual Transmigration! Dual Systems!】【Dual Transmigration! Dual Systems!】【Dual Transmigration! Dual Systems!】

Important things must be said three times. I have always written this in my synopsis, but there are still people who complain about the dual transmigration after reading it. I have no choice but to remind you in the main text. I hope you all will show mercy with your words!

【Brain Safe】

"Creak~ Creak~"

Jiang Jinshi, who was fast asleep, suddenly heard the sound of a bed frame shaking.

Having a bad temper upon waking, he was just starting to feel impatient when a slightly seductive female voice reached his ears.

"You wretch, aren't you getting up yet? If someone sees you after the rooster crows, it'll be a disaster."

Just as he was about to roll over and tell his girlfriend he wanted to sleep a bit longer, Jiang Jinshi suddenly opened his eyes.

Hiss! That's not right!

He was a lifelong single dog, so where would a girlfriend come from?

And why did this sound like an affair?

Before Jiang Jinshi could figure out the situation, a lecherous male voice came from above.

"I accidentally fell asleep. It's all your fault for being so clingy, you vixen. What watch is it now?"

Hearing a man's voice, Jiang Jinshi tensed up as if he had been caught in the act of an affair, and carefully turned his head to observe his surroundings.

Because he was too nervous, he didn't notice the niche term "what watch" used by the man for a moment.

But there was no obvious light around, and he could only vaguely see two pairs of shoes to his left.

So, was he lying on the floor?

Feeling the cold and hard touch against his back, it was clear that everything was as he had thought.

At this moment, the female voice came from above again.

"It's the fourth watch!"

"Yo! Then I have to go. Don't let anyone catch us later."

Then the two stopped talking, and the rustling sound of putting on clothes began.

Jiang Jinshi slowly raised his hand to cover his mouth, preventing himself from making a sound, and even subconsciously slowed his breathing.

Good news: he wasn't having an affair.

Bad news: he looked more like someone having an affair than the person on the bed.

At least the others were sleeping on the bed; what was he doing hiding under it?

A secret lover? Or perhaps a side piece?

Where on earth had he been brought to?

Jiang Jinshi struggled to search for memory fragments in his mind. He suddenly remembered walking on a bridge by the river after getting off work.

A red "BMW" car suddenly lost control and rushed toward him. Through the windshield, he could see a female driver with a ferocious expression.

At this distance, Jiang Jinshi had no time to dodge and was hit, flying into the river.

After falling into the river, Jiang Jinshi was furious because even though he had already been hit into the river, the female driver still refused to let him go.

The red front of the car dove into the river, growing larger and larger in his pupils.

The memory turned into pitch black at this moment. He could only silently complain: chasing to kill after using a flash? Young people these days have no martial ethics.

Before he could curse the female driver, fragments of memory surged into his mind like a tide.

After a bout of dizziness, Jiang Jinshi lay on the floor in a daze, his expression revealing a hint of panic.

Was he... transmigrated?!

Although he was no stranger to the word "transmigration," actually encountering it left Jiang Jinshi at a loss for a moment.

Judging from the memory fragments in his mind, this place did not belong to any dynasty Jiang Jinshi was familiar with, because he had never heard of the Da Qian Dynasty in modern times.

"Where is the thing you promised me?"

At this moment, the female voice above his head sounded again, interrupting Jiang Jinshi's thoughts. Only then did he find information about the other person from the memory fragments.

Da Jiang Cun, Widow Wang.

As for why the original owner was under Widow Wang's bed, it made Jiang Jinshi feel a mix of laughter and tears.

The original owner was also named Jiang Jinshi, a native of Da Jiang Cun.

At eighteen, he should have been married long ago, but the original owner relied on the fact that he had studied for two years, looking down on this and that, and eventually picked up the habit of gambling.

Once, he accidentally saw Widow Wang washing clothes by the river, and from then on, he thought about her day and night.

Widow Wang wasn't old; in her twenties, she would be in the prime of her youth in modern times, but in this society where people married and became mothers in their teens, she seemed a bit past her prime.

The original owner knew well that his feelings for Widow Wang would never receive any blessing, so he could only silently be a lovesick fool.

As long as he could see her living well, he was satisfied.

Perhaps the look in his eyes could not be hidden from her after all. Once, by chance, Widow Wang took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Every smile and movement fascinated the original owner. Under such circumstances, the original owner readily agreed to provide Widow Wang with twenty catties of grain.

Jiang Jinshi cursed the original owner for being an idiot in his heart!

One had to know that the harvest had been poor for the past two years, and this year was a once-in-a-century drought. Every household was tightening their belts to survive.

The original owner had a bedridden mother and a young sister at home. This grain was a lifeline, yet it was swindled away by a widow in a few words.

When the original owner arrived at Widow Wang's door with the grain, he found no one inside, so he walked in to wait.

Before long, a man's voice came from outside. Fearing that Widow Wang's reputation would be damaged because of him, the original owner hurriedly hid under the bed with the grain.

What happened next didn't need to be said. The original owner heard everything about Widow Wang's illicit affair with another man. In a fit of rage, he was literally angered to death.

Jiang Jinshi subconsciously reached out to grab the cloth bag beside him. This grain couldn't be given to others cheaply; he would take it with him when he found a way to leave later.

At this moment, two feet were placed into the shoes not far from Jiang Jinshi. A thick smell of feet drifted into his nostrils, almost making him faint on the spot.

"Here!"

While speaking, the man picked up a small cloth bag on the table and handed it to Widow Wang.

Jiang Jinshi pricked up his ears under the bed to eavesdrop. The surrounding environment was pitch black, and the two didn't dare to light a candle for fear of being seen by others.

Widow Wang reached out to take the bag and weighed it in her hand, pouting with some dissatisfaction.

"Why is it only two catties?"

The man responded with a bit of mockery: "Two catties is already good! In the current situation, who is still willing to spend grain on an affair?"

Merging with the original owner's memories, Jiang Jinshi felt that this male voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember who the other person was for a moment.

Even though she was scolded for having an affair, Widow Wang wasn't angry. Instead, she smiled ingratiatingly: "Oh! I was just saying!"

Clearly, the two knew each other very well and didn't take this matter to heart.

The man carefully opened the door and left Widow Wang's house by the moonlight.

Jiang Jinshi, lying under the bed, carefully twisted his body and saw the position of the door.

After the man had gone far away, Widow Wang spat on the ground: "Bastard! He curses me as soon as he pulls up his pants."

Afterward, Widow Wang carefully hid the cloth bag in her hand, and only then did she go to bed to sleep in peace.

Seeing that dawn was approaching, Jiang Jinshi, lying under the bed, was anxious. He finally waited until the snoring came from the bed, and only then did he drag the bag and crawl out from under the bed.

Ignoring the soreness in his body, he tiptoed to the door, his whole person full of a sense of stealth.

Even though he was very anxious, the speed at which he opened the door was still very light and slow.

Seeing the crack in the door getting bigger, Jiang Jinshi showed joy.

"Creak—"

The moment the wooden door rubbed against the door frame and made a sound, Jiang Jinshi didn't have time to think and hurriedly squeezed out of the door.

The next moment, Widow Wang, lying on the bed, sat up in shock.

"Who?" ===== CHAPTER 2 =====