In the early winter of the Zhengde era, Ningbo Prefecture was unexpectedly hit by a heavy snowfall.

White snow falls, blanketing the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

In the desolate white world, there was only a cart heading towards the Ye family's home in Xihe along the tracks.

Ye Jing on the car coughed desperately, his face haggard and dejected, looking rather destitute. However, his clothes were washed clean and spotless.

As soon as Ye Jing coughed, the child sitting beside him hurriedly rummaged in his bag and took out a bamboo tube, handing it to him: "Father, drink water."

Ye Jing waved his hand, not taking the bamboo tube. He noticed the worry on the child's face and looked at him with tenderness, saying, "It's just a slight cold, nothing serious. We're almost there. When you see your grandfather, remember to be respectful and don't act recklessly."

"Dad, I understand. No more messing around." The speaking child had delicate features and was about eleven or twelve years old. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. This was Ye Chunshen.

At this moment, Ye Chunshen was musing to himself: "I wonder what my grandfather looks like. Speaking of which...my father hasn't been home for thirteen years..." Thinking about this, Ye Chunshen sighed. In his heart, his own father was almost a legend.

When Lao De was young, he was a talented student from Ningbo Prefecture during his high school years. His grandfather placed high hopes on him, and in the words of others, Master Ye was practically the embodiment of the literary star descending to earth. One article written by him was filled with vibrant imagery, captivating the hearts of people in Hexi. In their eyes, he was destined to become a respected scholar and official.

In an era when all else was considered inferior, only studying was held in high regard, a promising young man like him would have countless suitors vying for his hand. So many people came knocking that our father's eyes were tired from picking and choosing. In the end, he found a suitable match - a woman from a comparable family. We were all set to arrange the marriage, when... Damn it! ...My father eloped.

Of course, the person who eloped with Ye Chunqiu was his mother. And in this cliché story, the protagonist is not some wealthy and influential heiress, but a poor, ordinary peasant girl.

Because of the elopement, Ye Chunqiu was born, but not long after, his mother passed away from illness.

After that, Ye Jing never remarried. Instead, he made a living by writing letters for people and raised Ye Chunqiu.

Now... Ye Jing finally decided, to go home!

Seeing his father's despondent face, Ye Chunqiu could only shake his head in disappointment.

The story of Ye Chunqiu is very simple. He originally did not belong to this era. His previous life also lost his mother early on, leaving only himself and his father to rely on each other. However, because of the lack of a mother, Ye Chunqiu in his previous life was utterly disobedient, repeatedly causing his father's disappointment. As a result, when his father was dying, he was still having a good time outside. Only when he had a change of heart did he realize that he had neglected his foster son while being affectionate to strangers. Not only was his own life in shambles, but he also left behind an eternal regret that could never be made up for.

I've been living in this era of Ye Chunqiu for three years now. Thanks to my father who always shelters and protects me, life has been going pretty well...well, except for the fact that we are a bit poor.

After walking a few more miles, a large mansion appeared. Ye Jing sat on the chariot shaft, coughed again, and narrowed his eyes. He looked at the familiar-looking mansion with his injured gaze, sighed, and said, "Chun Qiu, thirteen years ago when your father took your mother away, he secretly vowed in his heart never to return. But now, there's no choice but to come back because you are getting older, and it is not easy for you to live outside with your father. When your father was your age, he had already participated in the county examination. Your grandfather once said to your father: 'All things are inferior, only reading is high.' Now, your father sends this same sentence to you. You must strive."

"Oh." Thinking of studying, Ye Chunqiu's face was full of dejection. Ye Chunqiu from his past life hated reading, and coming here, it seemed he couldn't escape this fate.

But... Old man Ye is a very stubborn person. If he wasn't so stubborn, he wouldn't have only chosen his wife back then and eloped in such a shocking manner. Now, in order to give himself a study environment, he doesn't hesitate to bring himself back to the Ye family. This eagerness... makes Ye Chunqiu feel a little heavy.

Ye Chunqiu dared not let Ye Jing see the reluctance in his heart, so he hid on the other side of the carriage pole, tugging at his sleeves and staring blankly.

"Ding…" A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, followed by a mechanical child's voice: "Ding...Brain on."

Brain………

Ye Chunqiu was stunned, memories of his past life flooded his mind.

Before Ye Chunqiu's time travel, after his father's death, his life had reached its lowest point. Just then, he made up his mind and participated in a certain god's experimental program at the time.

So-called experiments involved implanting a 'computer' claimed to be made of nanomaterials into someone's head. This alleged device, the size of a fistful, was said to be fused with the latest technology. Dubbed a 'brain,' it could be implanted into the human brain and awakened at any time through thought. The data it carried was said to be all-encompassing.

Oh my god......

Ye Chunqiu's heart was not replaced by a kind of startled joy.

My brain is still functioning.

This thing... Ye Chun knows its value all too well. The brain stored in his own mind is a living treasure trove! As long as he needs it, he can even directly retrieve dozens of glassmaking techniques. Not to mention various chemical formulas, and countless ancient and modern texts from China and abroad.

What does this mean?

Ye Chunqiu turned his thoughts and searched for keywords in the eight articles. Immediately, hundreds of thousands of articles popped up in his mind, startling Ye Chunqiu. He was speechless, "Go..." Ye Chunqiu's timid heart trembled..."This...Damn it..."

Does this not mean that any data from ancient times to the present day can simply appear in one's mind with a mere thought?

Ye Chunqiu glanced at Ye Jing from the corner of his eye and found that Ye Jing's gaze was only fixed on the direction of the Ye family mansion, without paying attention to him.

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart. His brain, logically speaking, should not be discovered by anyone, that would be best.

As someone who has lived two lifetimes, Ye Chunqiu naturally understands the importance of discretion and would not dare to do anything out of the ordinary that might attract attention.

The ox cart finally stopped in front of the Ye family mansion. The large house with its blue bricks and white walls was now covered in a thick layer of snow, except for the golden red plaque hanging under the eaves that read "Family of Accumulated Goodness" which remained vibrantly bright.

An old man walked out with his sleeves pulled tight. When he saw the people getting on and off the ox cart, his eyes widened. He looked at Ye Jing, then exclaimed in surprise, “Master… Master… you’re back!”

Ye Jing was leaning back with his hands behind his back, a smile in his eyes. In Ye Chunqiu's eyes, his father's eyes always held that kind of benevolent melancholy, but Ye Chunqiu felt that beneath his father's quiet demeanor, his heart must be a furnace of both ice and fire.

Well... just hide behind him then.

The peaceful courtyard was suddenly disrupted, like spring blooming after a heavy snowfall, everything revived.

Ye Chunqiu followed Ye Jing around the screen wall, through the moon, and finally entered the main hall of the Ye family.

The main hall is very spacious, and there are already many people standing or sitting here.

Seated in the front, surrounded by stars as if they were worshipping the moon, was naturally Ye Chunqiu's grandfather, Ye Jing's father, the Old Master Ye.

Ye Chunqiu cautiously glanced at Ye Taigong, suddenly feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed. Ye Taigong's face was clearly filled with murderous intent. Where was the joy of a father and son reuniting? That expressionless face resembled an angry Vajra statue in a temple. Ye Chunqiu really wanted to draw Ye Taigong's appearance, so that during festivals he wouldn't even need to spend money on door gods.

Standing on either side of the old man was a pair who looked about his age, perhaps older. The elder of the two wore a sash around his head, clearly an accomplished scholar. A smile played upon his face, but in his eyes as they fell upon the old man, there was a hint of something profound.

Is this your uncle?

As for Uncle Three, his face was very pale, clearly drained from drinking too much. His eyes lacked their usual sparkle.

Next to them were some women from the household, and a few children about the same age as Ye Chunqiu.

This big family... looks so complicated.

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