"The second mission will start in 1 minute, please continue to work hard!"

60,

59,

……

The countdown sounded.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then cheered.

Damn it, this fucking game is finally over.

"There is a second level!"

Gu Xiuxun had a headache.

"Why don't you hold hands? Maybe we can share them together later!"

Plum fish offer.

"This is possible!"

An Xinhui agrees.

Everyone immediately looked at Sun Mo.

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal: "Everyone listen to me, this level is to help the Huiyan tribe start a new civilization and let the tribe continue. Then the second level of the game is probably similar, everyone should be careful."

Compared to holding hands, Sun Mo felt that telling everyone the theme of the game was more valuable.

Although there is no distinction between high and low games, to be honest, this kind of game involving civilization still seems to be a bit taller.

But why does this announcement smell like a system?

The teleportation started, but holding hands was useless, everyone, starting from the head, disappeared little by little on the spot.

"Teacher, look, I have forged a bronze sword."

Huishi held a two-foot-long bronze sword and excitedly came to Sun Mo to show it off, but found that there was no one there.

Many years later, the Huiyan tribe has died out, because they built more powerful city-states and established kingdoms, the most glorious one of which was built by the descendants of Huishi.

Their country name is 'Sun', and they are respected by 'ink' color!

This is to remember the Great Prophet Sun Mo and pray for his protection.

At the same time, the mysterious man also teleported.

"Sun Mo, I look forward to meeting you next time."

The mysterious man chuckled: "But this time, I will find a way to clear the level before you!"

……

Sun Mo regained consciousness again and found himself in a school with a blue robe on his body.

He was supporting the table with one hand, reading a history book.

Under the hall, there are more than a dozen children, shaking their heads and reciting the Three Character Classic.

"What the hell? This game's identity is a teacher?"

Sun Mo observed the surrounding environment, then looked at the patches on his clothes, and laughed: "It looks like you're having a bad day!"

Dangdang!

The clapper sounded.

The children immediately stopped reading and looked at Sun Mo eagerly.

Sun Mo was stunned for a moment, then realized that get out of class was over, so he waved his hand.

"Go!"

hum!

The children were like a group of wild dogs who had fun, and ran away without knowing whose shoes were lost.

"Let's figure out the identity and situation first?"

Sun Mo got up, stretched for a while, and left the school, and then saw a commoner girl standing in the corridor, with a bamboo basket on her right arm.

"It's pretty!"

Sun Mo couldn't help but take a second look, because he likes a girl like Xiaojiabiyu like him!

Who knew, the little lady ran over quickly and said to Sun Mo, "Officer, I made your favorite vegetable cake today!"

"What? This is my wife?"

Sun Mo was startled. The key is that the little lady's eyes were full of admiration and attachment, which made him very terrified because he was not her official.

What would she do if she finished the game and left?

Chapter 1131 What a dangerous start!

In the following week, Sun Mo's life was turbulent, and he gradually became familiar with the identity of this game character.

He was also called Sun Mo, and he had already passed the examination when he was only twenty. He is now teaching in the county school. He came from a poor family and had a childhood sweetheart wife.

The two are very affectionate, Sun Mo is not only teaching every day, but also going home to study, preparing to go to Beijing to take the exam in the next year, and get a Jinshi degree.

Sun Mo sat by the window, looking at the gloomy moonlight, a little distracted. I don't know what the clearance conditions for this level are?

The resumes of the characters in the game are too simple, so Sun Mo couldn't find any clues.

"Should we help the Song Dynasty prosper, or overthrow it?"

Sun Mo took a sip of tea.

The country he is now in is also called Song State, but the emperor's surname is not Zhao, and the country has not declined to the point where the people are in dire straits.

Using the analogy of the history of the big flower family, that is, the Song Dynasty still has more than 40 to [-] years.

"Officer, it's getting late, and you have to go to class tomorrow, should you rest early?"

Mei Niang was urging again.

"Go to sleep first!"

Sun Mo has a big head. He is an upright gentleman, so sharing the bed every day is the greatest torture for him. After all, the wife in this game is not as beautiful as An Xinhui and Meiziyu, but she still has a level of seven out of seven, and the most important thing is She is gentle and virtuous, and everything is centered on Sun Mo.

It can be said that Mei Niang's daily life is centered on Sun Mo, and she has worked hard to make him eat and sleep well every day.

"If this goes on like this, I'm really afraid I can't help it!"

Sun Mo took a deep breath, and was hugged by Mei Niang from behind.

"Officer, did the servants do something wrong? Why have you been so preoccupied these days?"

There was fear in Mei Niang's voice.

"Don't think too much, it's a matter of the county school, it's not going well."

Sun Mo told a lie.

"If the officials don't like it, then don't go. At worst, I will embroider a few more brocades every month."

Mei Niang felt sorry for her husband, hugged his arm a little harder, and put her cheek on his back.

"..."

Feeling Mei Niang's love, Sun Mo suddenly became obsessed with this game.

"Officer, the water is getting cold, come and wash your feet!"

Mei Niang pulled Sun Mo to the side of the bed, let him sit down, then took off his shoes and socks, soaked his feet in the tub, and washed his feet.

The lady's small hands are tender and smooth, touching them makes people intoxicated.

……

Sun Mo decided to take action. No matter what, he had to find An Xinhui and others first, so he decided to continue copying the book.

Even though this is the world in the game, Sun Mo still believes that Dream of Red Mansions can be a big hit.

After all, the reason why classics can be spread to this day means that they have enduring and popular charm in any era.

In the school, the young children were shaking their heads and reading the Three Character Classic, while Sun Mo was at his desk writing Dream of the Red Chamber. If he didn't leave, the students would not dare to be lazy, and they all looked at Sun Mo sadly.

"Brother Sun, Brother Sun, something happened to your wife!"

A scholar who had a good relationship on weekdays and had had a drink twice rushed in and shouted anxiously.

In a hurry, Sun Mo stood up quickly: "Brother Wang, what's wrong with my wife?"

"I don't know either, it's a letter from your Yan Bolai!"

Wang Xiucai urged: "Go and have a look!"

Yan Bo was a helper hired by Sun Mo after he was promoted to be in charge of some chores at home, other than that, he didn't have any other servants.

As soon as Sun Mo went out, Yan Bo cried and complained about his suffering.

"Master, something is wrong!"

It turned out that Mei Niang went to the street today, wanting to buy some new Shu embroidery patterns, but who knew that she ran into Pang Jili, who was a famous second-generation ancestor in this county.

Mei Niang was molested, struggling, in order to keep the chastity, she stabbed Pang Jili with a hairpin and scratched her own face.

"what?"

Sun Mo was shocked, and while running home, he asked, "Is Mei Niang seriously injured?"

"Mei Niang is not seriously injured, and Pang Jili is not seriously injured, but if you offend the Pang family, you will be in trouble."

Yan Bo has a headache.

Pang Jili was the most beloved youngest son of Taishi Pang in the current dynasty. This time he went home to worship his ancestors. In less than a month, he became the great devil king of the county, and he has already harmed many ladies and gentlemen.

Sun Mo rushed home without stopping, and saw many people gathered outside the gate, whispering, and they looked at him with eyes full of sympathy.

If you offend the second generation ancestor, the Sun family will be doomed.

"Mei Niang!"

Sun Mo rushed into the house.

Several neighbors in the neighborhood were talking with Mei Niang.

"Officer!"

Seeing Sun Mo, Meiniang's tears flowed down without disappointment: "I caused you trouble."

"Don't say that!"

Sun Mo hugged Mei Niang, and there was a bloodstain on the left side of her face, about six meters long, which could be said to be disfigured, which made him even more angry.

"Master Sun, please think of a way, that little demon king is not the one who suffers."

"Yeah, why don't you go to the countryside and hide for a few days?"

"Go quickly!"

The aunt next door kindly reminded me.

"Da Lang? What the hell is this called? How unlucky!"

Sun Mo frowned, but he also knew that this was the addressing habit of the Song people.

Hearing what the aunts said was serious, Meiniang became even more frightened.

"Let's go to the Yamen to file a complaint first!"

Sun Mo got up and prepared to write a pleading paper first.

"Master Sun, you are so confused. That Pang Jili's grandfather is the grand master of the court. How dare our county magistrate accept your pleading paper?"

Some aunts lamented that this Sun Dalang really ruined his brain by reading.

"I know!"

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