Fan Xian can do it, but I can’t?

The loud broadcast from the village entrance stole Zhao Dongchuan's sleep. He had finally wanted to give himself a break, relax for a while, and sleep in, but it seemed he wouldn't get his wish.

Time flew by, and it was now the Cold Dew solar term. These past few days, he hadn't traveled anywhere else. Except for National Day, when he went to Yuanxi County to celebrate with a big meal, he had stayed in Shuangshui Village, finishing the last part of his novel.

It was rare for him to persist in writing, but he had finally completed the book "yellow earth." In truth, this book could no longer be considered the original. Aside from the general plot being similar to the original world's version, many other detailed descriptions and story elements were constantly modified by him, based on the tropes he'd seen in television dramas from later generations.

Although he wasn't a writer, using the boost from the system's fountain pen, he continuously copied other novels, learning their techniques and plot devices, and combining them with the story elements and TV drama plots from his memory. He finally managed to complete this book.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel wronged!

Why did it seem like other transmigrators didn't have this problem? Take "Fan Xian" next door, for instance. When he drank too much, he dared to speak wildly and act freely at court banquets, reciting popular poems as if they cost nothing.

"Who are you fooling! He transmigrated with a scholar's physique! He can recite all three hundred Tang poems! Hmph!!!" Thinking of this, Zhao Dongchuan was left speechless andMake complaintsing…

Stretching, Zhao Dongchuan got up, washed, exercised, and ate!

By the time he was strolling aimlessly through the village, hands in pockets, with a carefree stride, it was already past 8 AM. Most people had already gone to work.

He was the only one looking idle, not unlike Wang Manyin, the village loafer from the neighboring village.

Yet, everyone greeted him warmly, a treatment Wang Manyin certainly didn't receive!

Thinking of these things, Zhao Dongchuan suddenly felt a sense of contentment.

"No, I'm someone who will conquer the heavens in the future. How can I be compared to a street bum!" He quickly extinguished this far-fetched thought.

He was indeed out for a stroll, with no particular destination, just pure wandering. Feeling that things were mostly handled, he wanted to give himself a complete vacation.

As he walked, a figure appeared ahead, bent over in a corner, rummaging for something.

Uh, a scruffy old man!

This person was none other than Tian Er, the village's "eccentric old man." To use a term from netizens in his previous life, this was Shuangshui Village's guardian.

"Things are changing! Things are changing!" Tian Er muttered to himself.

Seeing this, Zhao Dongchuan also felt playful and squatted beside him to see what Tian Er was up to.

After watching for a while, he realized Tian Er seemed to be aimlessly rummaging. Losing interest, he was about to get up and leave to wander elsewhere.

Suddenly, Zhao Dongchuan heard a crisp clinking sound. He looked down and saw that Tian Er had actually unearthed a piece of metal, like a tin plate. Zhao Dongchuan, curious, picked it up.

It was covered in dust, its original appearance long hidden, with only a corner faintly showing a metallic luster!

Zhao Dongchuan was also puzzled. What was this thing? He couldn't help but look at Tian Er.

Tian Er was still squatting and rummaging, seemingly uninterested in the metal piece, as if searching for some other treasure.

Zhao Dongchuan looked at Tian Er, then at the metal plate in his hand, feeling a strange, bizarre sensation. This scene was like something out of a TV drama, where a reclusive master inadvertently bestows a powerful inheritance upon a young child, who then grows up to become a formidable figure—an old trope.

"No way, big shot, are you messing with me?" Zhao Dongchuan couldn't help but say.

"Things are changing! Things are changing!" Tian Er continued to mutter to himself, ignoring him.

Zhao Dongchuan clenched his fist, really wanting to punch Tian Er to see if he was truly "putting on an act"!

But with Tian Er's appearance, he couldn't bring himself to do it. What kind of person would he be to bully a simple-minded old man?

Forget it! Maybe he was overthinking things!

Zhao Dongchuan then ignored Tian Er and took the metal plate back to his cave dwelling.

Tian Er slowly turned his head, watching Zhao Dongchuan's receding figure, muttering, "Things are changing! Things are changing!"

...

Zhao Dongchuan returned home, drew a basin of water, and took a rag to clean the metal piece.

As the water rinsed and the rag wiped, the metal piece revealed its true appearance.

It was a dark gold metal plate, like a name tag, with the Chinese characters "Yuanxi County" engraved on the front. The back looked like a map, but both the front and back seemed to be missing a piece, not appearing whole.

Zhao Dongchuan tried holding it up to the sun and tried burning it with fire, but there was nothing special about it. Unable to figure out its purpose after much study, Zhao Dongchuan gave up and simply tossed it into his spatial storage.

"I thought it was a treasure given by an old man!" Zhao Dongchuan muttered to himself.

Because of this incident, he naturally lost the inclination to continue wandering. He then began to do his homework again; he still had several books on solid geometry.

Another ten days passed like this. Zhao Dongchuan re-checked and revised the book "yellow earth" from beginning to end. After adjusting some phrasing and sentence structures until he felt they couldn't be improved further, the book was finally finalized.

"Phew!" Zhao Dongchuan let out a long breath.

"I finally finished this book. In a couple of days, I can go to the provincial capital to find Zhang Jian, the editor of "Yan River." With this, he won't just sweep me out, right! Hahaha!" Zhao Dongchuan chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Just as he put away his paper and pen, preparing to make himself a cup of green tea, he heard footsteps outside the door.

Oh, who's here?

"Little Zhao, you're here!" Sun Shaoan said with a smile.

"It's like this, Xiulian's father sent a letter asking why she hasn't returned yet. Xiulian had no choice but to decide to head home today."

"So, I came to borrow your bicycle. I want to take her to Yuanxi County to catch a bus!" Sun Shaoan walked up to Zhao Dongchuan and said directly.

"Alright, take it and use it!" Zhao Dongchuan said with a smile.

Actually, Zhao Dongchuan had confiscated many good things from Hei Lao Da and his group before, including several bicycles. However, he had no reason and felt it improper to take them out to use, nor could he sell them. So, they remained idle in his storage ring space.

"Brother Shaoan, as the saying goes, 'poor family, rich road.' Is Sister-in-law Xiulian's money enough for the journey? Do you want me to lend some?" Zhao Dongchuan asked.

"No need, no need, I have enough! Thank you!" Shaoan said with a smile.

It seemed Old Man Yu Hou had ultimately borrowed money from Jin Bo's father, Jin Junhai. In the eyes of outsiders, he had only been working for a few months and didn't have much money, unlike Jin Junhai, who drove year-round and was quite well-off.

Zhao Dongchuan waved his hand at Sun Shaoan, looking nonchalant.

"What's there to thank? Oh, right, the road is bumpy, don't ride too fast, don't fall off!"

Zhao Dongchuan seemed to remember something and reminded Sun Shaoan.