Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

[I am Guanyin, not the Holy Mother]: "Why haven't you seen the newlyweds talk to each other for so long?"

[Peach Merchant Queen Mother of the West]: “Not very clear.”

[Lin Daiyu uproots a weeping willow]: "Maybe people don't like to talk by nature."

[Concubine Hua, who takes Wu Zetian as a role model]: "Who will give me a bottle of poison? I want to poison the emperor! @all members"

"[Xidu Ouyang Feng] sent an exclusive red envelope to [Concubine Hua who takes Wu Zetian as an example]."

The group message pops up.

[West Poison Ouyang Feng]: "I will give you a venomous snake that has been trained by me. Not only is the poison extremely powerful, but it is also undetectable by people. @华女与武泽天的故事"

[Concubine Hua who takes Wu Zetian as an example]: "Thank you {fist clasping}"

Cong also blinked slowly.

It turns out that the red envelopes in the group can also give out living things?

And although the ID is weird, it seems to be a real person.

A word that was a little unfamiliar to him flashed through Cong Ye's mind - golden finger.

He used to see this word often when reading novels. Later, he became a social creature and gradually lost the qualification to read novels, so the word faded away in his mind.

Until now, the appearance of the chat group triggered his memory point.

"Woke up!"

Before Cong Ye could think about it carefully, Chen Pi pulled him up.

Cong Ye: "..."

During the next journey, Chen Pi's pace slowed down slightly.

Cong has never been able to keep up like before.

After all, there is an adult living in his heart, and his willpower is much stronger than that of a child.

When he arrived in the city, Chen Pi led him to the bookstore with a purpose.

What better place to judge whether Cong Ye is lying than a bookstore?

Cong Ye looked up at the quaint bookstore in front of him.

Chen Pi and the owner guarding the bookstore didn't know what they were talking about.

The boss's eyes fell on Cong Ye.

This bookstore is called Si Shu Zhai.

The scale is not particularly large, but the books are densely packed throughout the store.

The bookshelf is connected to the roof, and the books on the top floor need to be climbed on the climbing frame to get them.

When Cong Ye was looking at the bookstore, the boss was also looking at him.

Although this child has a thin body, his eyes are clear and translucent, and you can tell he is a smart child at a glance.

As for the literacy mentioned by the young man in front of me, we still have to try it before we know it.

"come over."

Chen Pi shouted towards Cong Ye.

Cong also ran to the opposite side of the boss.

The boss smiled warmly: "Come here, see if you can recognize the words on it."

On the yellowed rice paper, there were a few traditional Chinese characters written on it.

It was so simple that even Cong blurted it out without hesitation:

"Bei, Chang, Chong, Da, Tong, Dang, Dan."

The boss paused and looked at him in surprise: "Kid, how old are you this year?"

Cong Ye: "Eight years old."

The boss pointed to the bookshelf opposite: "How many words do you know on it?"

Although all traditional Chinese characters are used in this era, they are not much different from simplified characters and are not difficult to recognize.

"I know a lot."

Cong Ye said.

He feels that working in a bookstore is particularly good. He can read books and learn more about this era, and the work is not dirty or bad.

The boss seems nice and doesn't look like someone exploiting child labor at all.

So, of course, he did his best to show his value and let the boss keep him.

The boss touched a few strands of beard on his chin and pointed to a book casually: "What's written on this book?"

"The End of the World."

Cong Ye answered.

The boss put down his hand and said to Chen Pi: "I will accept this child."

Chen Pi looked at Cong Ye curiously, and the fierceness in his eyes disappeared.

This is the power of cultural people.

Sure enough, knowledge and culture are the eternal primary productive forces.

This is true no matter what age it is.

Chen Pi began to discuss wages with his boss.

Child labor is not illegal in this day and age, after all, the streets are full of child labor.

The price the boss and Chen Pi finally settled on was 80 copper coins a month, which included meals at noon, morning and evening, and accommodation.

The price is already very good.

Even Chen Pi earns about one silver dollar a month by fishing and catching crabs, not much more than Cong Ye.

Official work will not start until tomorrow. After coming out of the bookstore, Cong Ye stood motionless in front of the noodle stall.

It was so fragrant that he couldn't walk because of the smell.

Chen Pi was disgusted when he saw him almost drooling.

"Let's go."

Chen Pi walked directly into the noodle stall.

He has never eaten at this stall. Although the price is not very high and they are sold to ordinary people, the money from tangerine peel is not enough for him to eat anything outside.

Cong Ye is a starving man. Of course he can't walk when he sees delicious food.

He sat next to Chen Pi and heard Chen Pi order two large bowls of noodles.

The person serving the food was a little girl.

It looked fresh and familiar, and Cong Ye took a second look.

"You're just a little brat, and you still know how to look around."

Chen Pi glanced at him.

Cong ignored him.

Because he knew the little girl in front of him, it was the girl who gave him a bite of noodles that day.

What's more, it is human nature to appreciate beautiful things even if you don't know them.

What does Chen Pi, an 11-year-old child, know?

Cong, who is eight years old this year, pursed his lips in disdain.

After eating a bowl of noodles, Cong Ye felt warm and even the hour of walking back didn't feel long.

"Your name is Cong Ye?"

Chen Pi, who was walking in front, asked.

"Ah."

Cong also grabbed a piece of dogtail grass.

"more specific!"

Chen Pi's voice was impatient.

Cong Ye: "... Cong of trees, maybe."

After finishing speaking, Chen Pi became quiet.

"How do you know the words?"

after awhile.

Chen Pi asked again.

Cong Ye made nonsense: "An old beggar taught me this before."

Chen Pi did not ask further questions.

After a while.

Chen Pi's voice sounded again, his tone a little tight:

"Chen Pi, how do you write these two characters?"

Cong Ye stopped.

The dog's tail grass in his hand shook up and down.

The eyes that looked at Chen Pi were full of surprise, but after the surprise, he felt normal.

Grandma's conditions are pretty good for supporting Chen Pi, let alone sending him to school to learn how to read.

Chen Pi was thin-skinned and always wanted to save face. When he saw his unabashed look, his face became cold and he quickened his pace.

Cong Ye: "..."

What's the rush?

He ran forward two steps and walked beside Chen Pi:

“The word tangerine peel is very simple.”

Chen Pi stopped again.

Cong also found a dead branch on the roadside and wrote the traditional Chinese characters for tangerine peel on the ground.

Chen Pi stared at the two unfamiliar words and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He also found a wooden stick and imitated writing stroke by stroke awkwardly.

The reference object was obviously nearby, but he couldn't write it well.

Cong Ye writes smoothly and naturally, but when he writes, he becomes like fighting with crickets.

Chen Pi threw the wooden stick in his hand far away and walked forward angrily: "It's not simple at all!"