My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 7: Is Your Combat Ability High?

One hour later.

Xu Qing stood inside a fast-food restaurant, picking up two orders of pork trotter rice, then paused to think if there was anything he’d forgotten to buy.

Clothes, toothbrush, towel, even two packs of "Seventh Space"... He wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but there was a hint of caring for a disabled girl about it.

Besides that, he also selected two books from a bookstore along the road—Five Thousand Years of Chinese History and A Practical Guide to Simplified and Traditional Characters.

"Doesn’t matter if they're useful; just leave them at home for now."

"Two orders of pork trotter rice, ready!"

"Thanks."

Accepting the food, Xu Qing, his hands full of bags, started walking home.

Beiwang Road wasn’t bustling; it lay in a quieter corner of Jiang City, a bit secluded compared to the city center’s noise and excitement.

Still, it was a modern city, with all the nearby amenities one would expect.

After yesterday's rainstorm, puddles of water remained in some of the low-lying areas along the road, gleaming under the sunlight. Uncle Zhao, the security guard, was relaxing in a chair under an umbrella after his lunch, smoking leisurely. Noticing Xu Qing approaching with all his bags, he casually called out, “Little Xu, doing some shopping?”

“Yeah, have you eaten yet?”

“Just finished. Oh, right, yesterday you called me…”

“It was a misdial; nothing serious.”

Xu Qing smiled—couldn’t exactly tell him he picked up a person from ancient times.

“Be careful, keep your doors and windows locked. Aunt Liang mentioned there’s been some petty theft going on lately. If you see anyone suspicious, make sure to watch out.”

Hearing Uncle Zhao’s words, Xu Qing paused and nodded. “Got it, I’ll keep that in mind.”

He made his way back to his apartment door, pulled out his keys, and opened it. The moment he looked up, he saw Jiang He standing in the living room, sword in hand. Seeing it was him, she sighed in relief, put down the sword, and sat back on the couch.

“I told you, it’s perfectly safe here.”

“Mm.”

“You being so tense is kind of strange here. Relax… Come on, let’s eat.”

Xu Qing placed all the bags on the side of the couch, noticing Jiang He’s gaze. “I bought you some daily essentials. We can organize them after eating.”

“Thank you.”

“…”

Noticing Xu Qing had paused, Jiang He asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

“Shouldn’t you add a direct object?”

“What?”

“For example… ‘Thank you, Hero’?”

“…”

“Do I count as a hero? Or a good man? Or something else?” Xu Qing suddenly grew excited.

Didn’t every young person dream of roaming the world with a sword?

“Thank you… Hero.” Jiang He reluctantly replied, never having heard such a strange request before.

“It was nothing!” Xu Qing waved his hand grandly, leaving Jiang He with an odd impulse she couldn’t name—though she didn’t know it was called wanting to roll her eyes.

“Alright, let’s eat!”

The pork trotter rice was fourteen yuan per box, tasty and filling. Opening the lid, the aroma immediately wafted out.

It was said that back when Pony Ma, known online as the “Flying Penguin,” was trying to figure out how to get more servers up in SEG Plaza, he survived those long nights of frustration and uncertainty on bowl after bowl of pork trotter rice.

Pork trotters, oh pork trotters…

Jiang He was indeed hungry, having only had a bit of porridge and some buns last night. The way she ate, taking big bites, was full of gusto, nothing like the elegant, demure female heroes Xu Qing had seen on TV, who nibbled their food daintily.

The two ate in silence, focusing on the savory sauce-drenched rice. Xu Qing finished his meal, alternating bites of pork trotter and rice, then wiped his mouth and drank a cup of water. Watching Jiang He’s contented expression as she ate, he couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

“These are the clothes I got for you. I wasn’t sure about your size, but based on your height, they should fit. Try them on after eating.”

He took out a paper bag and opened it. “I also bought you a dress. Wear it if you like, no pressure if you don’t… And these are shoes, flat ones—they’ll definitely be more comfortable than the straw shoes you’ve been wearing.”

He pulled out item after item, but paused briefly upon seeing a certain garment. Slowing his pace, he said, “This… You should be able to figure out how to wear it yourself, but if not, I can find a tutorial video—there are a few sizes; just pick the one that fits.”

Jiang He watched him unpack with curiosity, nodding as he explained each item.

“These, too, are for women, so I’ll leave it to you to figure them out…”

Xu Qing tossed her the “Seventh Space” packs and continued rummaging.

“This history book, though it’s in a narrative style, is useful for you as an introduction. And this one on Simplified and Traditional characters… Try it out; let’s see if it’s helpful.”

“Feel free to use my toothpaste; this is a new toothbrush, here’s a cup for rinsing, and a towel…”

After laying out everything for her, Xu Qing rubbed his temples, then opened Taobao, searched briefly, and ordered a digital drawing tablet.

Whatever the case, teaching her basic computer use would be best; Baidu was like an encyclopedia.

“Alright… Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Seeing the faint tiredness on Jiang He’s face, Xu Qing quickly understood; he’d been tossing and turning until past midnight too. “Get some rest later. Now, if there’s anything you want to ask about after last night, go ahead.”

Jiang He, holding the “Seventh Space” package, glanced at it curiously before asking, “In this world, what’s your identity?”

“My identity… I’m an unemployed recent graduate, about to become a wage slave—or to explain in terms you’d understand… well, it’s like having finished the imperial exam but not yet taking a post, just looking for something else to do for a living.”

“A wealthy family?”

“Hardly, just working-class. There are many professions here, and not all scholars go into government.”

Jiang He seemed to understand partially, still categorizing him mentally as a “landlord.”

“How do I go back?”

“I don’t know… It seems difficult. How did you get here yesterday?” Xu Qing asked, curious—could it have been lightning?

“I don’t know either,” Jiang He replied, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. “Yesterday… I was chasing a thief, it was raining heavily, and I got lost in the woods, turned left, then right… and suddenly, I saw these tall buildings.”

“…”

The woods?

“There aren’t any woods nearby…” Xu Qing scratched his chin, unsure what to make of it.

They sat in silence on the couch for a moment before he coughed lightly and said, “For now, just focus on living well here. We can think about getting you back later.”

Jiang He nodded quietly.

“By the way, what’s your combat skill level?” Xu Qing glanced at her long sword, curious if real martial arts from 1,200 years ago were indeed so amazing.

“Combat skill?”

“I mean, how skilled are you?”

“In the Yan Gang, I’m… relatively strong.”

“What’s ‘relatively strong’? Did you practice any inner strength? Swordsmanship? Do you know any lightness skills…”

Xu Qing grew excited, moving to the window and pointing outside. “Roughly, how high could you jump without getting hurt?”

“Around…” Jiang He looked out and pointed, “there.”

Huh??

“Just there?” Xu Qing was puzzled. The second floor… That wasn’t what he’d imagined.

Even parkour athletes could jump from the third floor!

She could probably go higher; she might just be holding back.

With that in mind, he adjusted his expression and challenged, “I don’t believe it; it has to be higher.”

“Um… maybe that spot too,” Jiang He hesitated, lifting her hand a little higher.

Xu Qing looked up. Fourth floor.

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