Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Inside the mushroom house, Miao Zhiming woke up groggily. Looking at the completely unfamiliar surroundings, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

Oh, by the way, I joined a bandit group that was planning a rebellion, but it turned out the leader was a conman and a Muggle, and he only sent some kind of divine general to meet me.

As a result, I had to risk my life to find rescue as soon as I joined, which caused me to faint.

In other words, I'm saved now?

After figuring out the whole story, Miao Zhiming relaxed and looked around.

He looked around, his expression very strange: "Why does this house look so odd? There's not much space to begin with, so why put such a big pillar in the middle?"

"Huh, why do I still have a little flower in my hand?" Miao Zhiming hesitated for a moment, then threw it away.

Fortunately, Tieshan was not there.

He then touched the wall: "Why does this wall feel a bit soft and flimsy?"

Finally, Miao Zhiming walked out of the room, looked back, and was completely stunned.

What I live in isn't a house at all; it's clearly an enormous red mushroom.

Furthermore, there were three or four more of these mushrooms around it.

Even more bizarrely, there was a sign hanging on the door of the house with something written on it.

Room No. 1 in Mushroom Town?

White Li Limited Edition?

What the hell is this? Where have I ended up?

"Wait a minute, I don't think I ate any mushrooms, so how could I be hallucinating?"

Perhaps I'm still not awake?

Miao Zhiming was completely bewildered. He rubbed his eyes hard, but nothing changed. He gritted his teeth and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Ouch, that hurts~ it hurts."

Is it not a hallucination?

Miao Zhiming looked helplessly at the only village that looked normal and went inside.

"Is anyone there?" Miao Zhiming shouted, but there was no response. When he entered the village, he found that every house in the village was covered with half-meter-long, almost identical dried fish.

Isn't it a drought? Where is this fish from?

He was stunned by the sight before him.

This is fish! Not some kind of rice or meat. Now that even the rivers have dried up, where would we get water to fish?

Something's not right, this really isn't right, is it?

Where am I?

Miao Zhiming swallowed hard. He was completely panicked and cautiously made his way around the village, leaning against the wall.

Suddenly, he finally heard a human voice, but after seeing the strange phenomenon he had just witnessed, he dared not make any rash moves and could only slowly walk over.

Upon reaching the source of the sound, Miao Zhiming cautiously peeked out and stared at the incredibly bizarre scene before him.

It seemed that all the people from the village had gathered here. A group of people wearing straw hats and holding shovels stood in place with their eyes closed as if they were praying.

Before long, they moved aside with their shovels, and a huge white monster picked up a large, square clod of earth and placed it on a wooden stick next to it where they had been standing. Then, it took a bucket, scooped water from a nearby puddle, and poured it into the hole.

Some villagers worked together to push the earthen blocks forward, while others placed wooden sticks underneath.

Not far away, there was a huge wooden platform with many grilled fish still steaming.

Every now and then, the villagers wearing straw hats would walk up to the platform, stuff fish into their mouths, and then continue working.

This is bizarre, so bizarre. I'd better stay away from them.

Avoiding the villagers' routes, Miao Zhiming arrived at a small wooden house that was not yet built.

Upon closer inspection, his expression became even stranger.

The little wooden house was made entirely of stacked wooden blocks, with no trace of any glue between the blocks.

Who invented this house construction method?

How did you do that?

The house was surrounded by a wooden fence, so Miao Zhiming couldn't easily cross the fence to go further inside and get a better view.

Not far away, on an open space, a young master was fishing by a lake.

Seeing this, Miao Zhiming did not see any joy in the sight of fellow scholars; instead, his expression became solemn.

He had the air of a scholar, but his obviously expensive clothes were not something an ordinary person could afford.

Moreover, the fact that someone can leisurely fish in this place while everyone else is working can only mean that this person is someone of extraordinary status!

This is probably the real deal!

That is, that god... no, that god who, during this drought, managed to ensure that the villagers had enough fish to eat, as well as strange creatures and water.

This person is probably quite extraordinary.

Miao Zhiming thought to himself, and subconsciously wanted to leave, but then he suddenly remembered something.

Did the other party already know that he had woken up? Could this be a test for him?

Wei Shi, where did you go?

Miao Zhiming gritted his teeth, finally stepped forward, stopped a few meters away from Bai Li, and bowed to his back.

"My name is Miao Zhiming. Thank you for saving my life!"