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Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.,This is a fact he had to face! Because of a rare high-speed rail accident, he inexplicably arrived in this unfamiliar era and entered the body of a sixteen-year-old scholar.,It was that very spring, he devoted himself to a common scholar from Changlin Village.。