Before we knew it, it was already evening.

The noise outside slowly disappeared and began to become very quiet.

Lu Chuan saw that after the maid came in, she first put a small bowl in her hand on the table, then came to his bedside to light up an oil lamp.

Under the faint light, the lamp holder shone with a faint green light.

"Oil lamp?"

Seeing this oil lamp, Lu Chuan was surprised and had a toothache.

Where did you reincarnate? You actually use such a backward oil lamp. Not to mention electric lamps, you can at least have a candle.

Then he saw that the girl said something to him, then walked over and took the small bowl and came to his bed and sat down.

Lu Chuan sat up and glanced into the bowl, and saw that there was only half a bowl of clear water inside.

"hehe……"

Lu Chuan sneered and stared at the maid. He wanted to see what she could do with this half bowl of water.

To be honest, he doesn't like it now.

Not to mention the vicious father, compared to this backward ancient times, he would rather live in that advanced Internet era.

Although he lived in poverty there, fortunately he was young and diligent, and had the capital to struggle.

In addition, people in that era had a really convenient and colorful life, and there were countless fun and delicious food.

But in ancient times, what was there in ancient times?

Technology is underdeveloped, not eating enough, there are no movies or games, and even lighting is made of oil lamps, and it is not lighted at all...

The flames in the lamp were pounding gently, as if they were opening their mouths, and were also laughing at him coldly, making Lu Chuan angry.

Dong!

A slight sound interrupted his thoughts. Lu Chuan looked up in surprise and saw the girl throwing a small pill into the bowl.

The pill was only the size of a finger, and it dissolved as soon as it was inserted into the water, and quickly dissolved and disappeared into the water.

However, the girl seemed to be worried, so she put a finger into the water and stirred it. Finally, she picked up the bowl with satisfaction and looked at Lu Chuan with a smile.

"What do you want to do?"

Lu Chuan instantly sat up from the bed and stared at the maid hostilely.

Looking at her flower-like smile, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and a scene appeared:

A beautiful woman brought a bowl of medicine to her ugly husband who was lying on the sickbed and shouted softly: "Da Lang..."

"This girl... can't she harm me too?" Lu Chuan muttered in his heart, staring at the girl with caution.

However, even my own father can attack him so ruthlessly in this life, let alone other people.

Although he doesn't like this world very much, it's still much better than death. If he doesn't have a choice, it's better to die than to live.

Since he has come, he will no longer be pretentious and dislike this and that is not good.

He wants to live, live.

Seeing Lu Chuan's alert look, that girl was both angry and funny. You said you had worked hard to take care of him. It would be fine if he didn't thank him, but he was still so hostile to her. It's really...

Have a good dad.

Otherwise, who would be willing to serve an idiot or a fool, let alone he is not his master's family.

In desperation, she had to take out a handkerchief and soak it in a bowl, then pointed to Lu Chuan's swollen right face, and signaled to wipe it.

Lu Chuan's enlightenment was what she saw with her own eyes today.

But Mr. Jiang also said that it took some time to adapt and learn after he got to know it, so Lu Chuan now doesn't understand what they say, and he can only communicate like this.

"It turns out to be a medicine for the treatment of injuries..."

Fortunately, Lu Chuan understood what she meant, and then slowly let go of her vigilance. He suddenly felt a little amused and crying. The scene just now almost made him go off the show.

The girl sat down beside the bed and carefully wiped Lu Chuan's face with a handkerchief.

But it’s true that the potion is really effective. The place I rubbed is cold and comfortable. After applying it once, it relieves the pain like burning.

After wiping it, the girl stopped, waited for a while and wiped it again.

I wiped this three times in a row, and finally wiped half a bowl of water three times.

"I... OK?"

After wiping the third time, Lu Chuan touched his face with an incredible look on his face.

The injury was so severe that even in the hospital in his era, it would take several days to reduce the swelling and it would take at least one week to completely recover.

But here I only used a small pill, half a bowl of water, and it took about an hour...

"Magic, it's so amazing."

Lu Chuan murmured: "This...this is the legendary...this magic pill, is the medical skills of this era... already so advanced?"

Lu Chuan, who originally thought that this era was backward and a little disdainful and looked down upon, was really shocked by a small pill this time.

...

In the following time, Lu Chuan followed the maid Xiaoxiang who was taking care of him and began to learn to speak like a baby and recognize things.

As for literacy...

The maid Xiaoxiang is illiterate, or in other words, the education in this world is still very backward.

He already has the words, but only a few people have the opportunity to read. Coincidentally, his father Lu Liang knew about words, after all, he was the housekeeper of a wealthy family.

However, because of that slap, Lu Chuan never had any good expressions towards him.

He beat him like that for a chicken leg, and it was difficult for him to accept and understand such a father.

In addition, Lu Chuan also found that although the language they spoke was not like the later foreign languages, the pronunciation was very different from that of Mandarin.

But Lu Chuan always feels that it has some subtle connection with the pronunciation of Mandarin.

As for learning to speak...

Everyone in this mansion said that kind of thing, and it was difficult for Lu Chuan to learn it. In addition, his mind was in his twenties, and learning was faster than a baby who knew nothing.

After half a month, he could communicate with the people in his house.

On this day, Lu Chuan left the room.

Next door to him was Lu Liang's room. Xiaoxiang said that his father Lu Liang was the housekeeper of this family.

This family's surname is Song, and it is indeed a big family as he thought before. The owner is rich and has a lot of industries. He also runs thirty or fifty restaurants and restaurants, which is very rich.

However, when Lu Chuan went out, he happened to run into someone he didn't want to see now... Lu Liang.

After seeing Lu Liang, Lu Chuan wanted to turn his head and leave, but he remembered something that Xiaoxiang said when chatting with him after learning the conversation in the past two days.

In fact, the pills that he treated him that day were not prescribed by a doctor, but were knelt down from the old Taoist place after Lu Liang left his place and begged by him.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan sighed in a complicated mood. After all, he was still a father and son, and he was not close to others, but a blood relative.

"Chuan'er, you... are you out?" Lu Liang's eyes lit up after seeing his son, and he hurried over and said.

Although my son has no good expression on him these days, as long as his son is well, he will be happier than anything else.

"Yeah, father!"

Lu Chuan shouted.

After hearing this, Lu Liang was stunned: "What did you call me just now? I called me again..."

Lu Chuan's face turned dark.

What's wrong with it? If it weren't for his biological father, he would have turned against him now.

"Father." Lu Chuan shouted speechlessly.

Lu Liang looked ecstatic when he heard this, and rushed over and hugged Lu Chuan, jumping and jumping, crying and laughing: "Haha, you are so well, you are so well, haha, my son is so well, really well..."

A servant passed by soon and widened his eyes when he saw this scene. Butler Lu...was he so happy?

Lu Chuan also looked helpless.

He is still like a child in his forties, but when he thinks of that idiot...

No, when the original self, even if he couldn't even call him father, he would slowly understand Lu Liang's mood at this moment.

Perhaps he had waited for sixteen years for this call of father, more than ten years later than other fathers.

Fortunately, he finally waited.

Lu Chuan reached out and hugged Lu Liang who was crying with joy.

The father and son hugged each other tightly.

This is my father, Lu Chuan said in his heart, my real father for the rest of his life.

After a moment.
To be continued...