The Underprivileged Playboy

“So disgusting!”
Carrying the slop, Ying Shuo stuffed two blades of grass up his nose, feeling as if he were smelling manure.
“Wait, wasn’t I supposed to transmigrate and become someone important? Everyone else becomes princes or emperors, so why did I end up a destitute scholar?”
The Qin Yang Dynasty he had crossed into was almost identical to the China of history.
His original body came from a peasant family. Even when his parents were alive, they were dirt poor—only during the New Year could they afford to eat steamed wheat buns and gnaw on a piece of meat.
On ordinary days, wild vegetables with coarse cornbread were already considered lucky.
As for delicacies like rice and boiled eggs, those were treats reserved for landlords and government officials.
Remembering the steaks, barbecues, and fine liquor he’d enjoyed in the modern city, Ying Shuo wished he could slap himself awake.
“If only this were just a dream!”
Suddenly, a harsh, shrewish voice rang out, “Ying Shuo!”
“What are you good for? Look at Old Man Xu—he’s over fifty, yet he can carry two buckets of water for ten miles without losing his breath.
“But you? A young, strapping lad who wastes an entire morning carrying two buckets of slop, panting like you’ll pass out.
“Compared to you, Old Man Xu is as nimble as a deer!”
Inwardly, Ying Shuo cursed at Aunt Liu: “If I didn’t owe your family ten taels of silver, would I have to suffer this wretched woman’s abuse?”
Aunt Liu was broad and fleshy, her face a mass of jowls; suddenly her expression c