Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 169, Transformation

"Who am I? Where am I? Who is beating me?" Ye Ren looked at the surrounding scene in a daze. Vehicles are sparse, and most people have not gotten up at this time.

In the midst of the cold, Ye Ren woke up, his body was shivering a little from the wind, he didn't know why, but he was a little confused just when he spoke, he found that his current voice was a slightly old female voice.

Transformed yourself?
Ye Ren realized that the fruit stand in front of him was not his own fruit stand?The familiar tricycle, just now he was still driving the glory of the king in the back row.

When I don’t bring New Year’s goods, I use this tricycle to sell fruits from my hometown.

"How did I become my mother? That's right, I'm dreaming now, I still remember that I just fell asleep, and I should be able to wake up after the dream." Ye Ren wanted to comfort himself, but the wind blowing around him from time to time The howling wind told him that if this was a dream, it would be too real.

"Did I really time travel? No way!" Ye Ren groaned twice in pain, then pointed at the sky and cursed: "Why doesn't time travel allow me to travel to the protagonist of another world? Let me transform into a woman and make me into a woman." B station loli or something!"

boom -

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky and hit the floor next to Ye Ren, making a huge gap.

"It's the kid's fault, it's the kid's fault." Ye Ren was so frightened by the lightning that he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the sky, fearing that there would be another thunderbolt.

But since it came, it was safe, and Ye Ren also wanted to take out his mobile phone and play a game of Glory of Kings. For him, which body is different for playing games?
I rummaged through my pockets, but what came out was a dilapidated Nokia 5800. This mobile phone used to be a good one, but now it is not generally outdated. It is useless except that it is extremely hard. It costs a few hundred dollars in the second-hand market. Can buy a dozen.

"What year is it, and you still use such a broken mobile phone, Nokia 5800? You can play the glory of the king." After complaining, Ye Ren put the mobile phone back into his pocket angrily, looked at the surrounding environment and said to himself Yu said: "What, you actually come here to sell fruit in the commercial street in the city center, don't you know it's ten kilometers away from home? Are you tired every day?"

Ye Ren couldn't go back by riding for ten kilometers, especially since there are so many fruits on this tricycle, and it can't be pulled by pure electric, at least half of it has to be sold.

Ye Ren looked at the wallet full of change, although it looked like a lot, it was not a few hundred dollars.

For hundreds of dollars, you can't even buy a few skins, so there's a fart for it!

However, Ye Ren is also at peace with what he has come, thinking that he should sell this cart of fruit first, and then go to buy a mobile phone.

Ok, deal!
Ye Ren sat on a small stool, watching the sparse pedestrians.

As time went by, the number of pedestrians gradually increased. Some white-collar workers came to ask the price of the fruit with a piece of bread in their mouths.

"How much is this banana?"

"Five yuan, five yuan." Ye Ren rolled his eyes and said weakly.

"Five yuan? It's so expensive, you are stealing money!" The white-collar clicked his tongue and left without asking the price.

Ye Ren was a little stunned, five yuan, the price in the mall is much more expensive.

"Cut, what's the matter with the air, whether you want to buy it or not." Ye Ren didn't bother to answer whether he wanted to buy it or not. He took out the Nokia 5800 and played the Tetris game that came with it.

It was a deserted morning. Although someone asked the price from time to time, none of them were actually bought. As time went by, Ye Ren became a little uneasy.

Sitting here stupidly all morning until one o'clock in the noon, I didn't even sell any fruit!

"What's wrong. I've been doing this for nothing all morning, what the hell." Ye Ren was speechless, his stomach was growling, and he rummaged through his small package, wanting to buy a chicken leg Come for a quick meal.

However, when looking for money, he found a black cloth package under the bag. Out of curiosity, Ye Ren opened the black cloth package and found a lunch box inside.

"This is my mother's lunch. Let's see what it is. It should be chicken leg rice or pig's knuckle rice." Ye Ren swallowed, opened the lunch box, and found two white flour steamed buns that were still warm inside.

White flour steamed buns are wrapped in a lunch box, so they are still very warm until now. However, even soft white flour steamed buns are hard to swallow without other side dishes, just like eating white rice. Ye Ren felt sick.

"Only white flour steamed buns?" Ye Ren felt his heart hit hard by something. These two white flour steamed buns are lunch.
Looking at the two pieces of white flour steamed buns, Ye Ren gritted his teeth and wanted to swallow them.

grumbling-

Dry, it feels like it's hard to swallow even with plain water, it's stuck in the throat, it's hard to swallow no matter what.

After finishing one, Ye Ren finally couldn't eat any more, and put the remaining piece of white flour steamed bun into the lunch box.

"So mom eats this stuff at noon, really. It's not so bad." Ye Ren thought about the chicken drumstick rice he usually ate, and the beef rice bowl he ate for takeaway. He suddenly remembered that his mother sold the stall. Sometimes it seems that I have never eaten in front of my eyes, it seems that I always eat something from my lunch box.

Thinking of this, Ye Ren felt a little sour
Ye Ren, who originally wanted to retreat and go home to sleep, did not go home in the end. He stayed in the downtown commercial street until nine o'clock in the evening. To Ye Ren's surprise, there was no urban management to chase him away.

As night fell, Ye Ren only felt that his eyelids were fighting, as if he could fall asleep anytime, anywhere.

The cold wind was bitter, and it hurt the ears, and his face seemed to have been scratched by a knife, but Ye Ren still gritted his teeth and rode an electric tricycle home.

Trembling
Finally back home, in the small rental house, Ye Ren began to count the money received today.

"Is today's net profit 30 yuan?" Although Ye Ren felt that his whole body was hurting, he still had an inexplicable feeling.

This is the first time he has made money.

It turns out that the feeling of earning money with your own hands is flattering.
However, when Ye Ren was immersed in an inexplicable feeling, a call came in, and the caller ID on it was "good son", that is, Ye Ren.

Looking at the caller ID, Ye Ren felt a little complicated, but he still chose to answer the call.

"Hey"

Before he finished speaking, the other party came to him without saying a word.

"Mom, the school needs to pay the material fee, 300 yuan, just charge it to my card."

(End of this chapter)