The system is invincible, but this kitten is very depressed

Zhang Shan is thinking about making money, soap, colored glaze, recipes, jelly...

So angry, why did I time travel and become a cat?

I can't do anything, I'm really giving in.

Do you want to pretend to be a ghost?

He is not allowed to be burned to death as a monster. Zhang Shan has no ability to protect himself now.

To steal or rob?

It doesn't have to be like this. He couldn't pass the test of conscience. In his previous life, Zhang Shan was a good young man who grew up under a red flag, bathed in sunshine, had both moral character and obeyed the law.

Zhang Shan thought of Old Man Zhang and decided to ask for money from him first to see the system recharge ratio.

It happened that old man Zhang was going out to buy groceries, and Zhang Shan quickly followed.

Old man Zhang saw the cat running over, hugged it, held it in his arms, then closed the door and left.

This is not the first time that Mr. Zhang and I have gone out to buy groceries.

I usually go out secretly and am very familiar with this neighborhood.

In the south of the city, most poor families live here, or civilian scholars who have traveled far away and failed in the imperial examination settle here.

In the past few months, many strangers have come to the neighborhood. They dislike each other and often clash. They will draw swords whenever they meet and speak harsh words to each other. If it were not for the fear of the court, they would not dare to kill people openly. Most of them would do it secretly. Fire arrows, otherwise the city would have been filled with blood.

Ordinary people try not to go out for fear of getting into trouble.

Old man Zhang turned around two alleys, walked onto the street, and walked towards the Xishi vegetable market.

Passing by a noodle stall, Zhang Shan saw two groups of people confronting each other there.

"Hey! Zhu Qiang, you're an old man, one has big ears and the other is small. You were raised by a pig or a dog. You're hanged by ghosts and beaten with powder to arrange flowers. You're shameless. You've done all these dirty things. You can even kill your own nephew." Really not human."

The bearded man pointed at a middle-aged member wearing brocade clothes and a red face and cursed: "Brother Tie would have been kicked in the head by a donkey to save you, an ungrateful guy..."

"Hmph! You Poppy, stop talking nonsense here! My eldest brother has been missing for five years. I have always taken care of the Tie family's property. I have never treated his wife and children badly! Ze'er, I have always treated him As a biological son, he will have whatever my son has, and he will never have any prejudice."

"Even if my eldest brother is here, I dare to say that I am fully benevolent and live up to my trust."

The middle-aged member defended himself.

"What a benevolent person! Brother Tie earned most of the Tie family's property. You and your son are occupying Brother Tie's property in an attempt to become the head of the family and control the entire Tie family!"

"That kid from Tieze values ​​affection and righteousness. He treats you like a father. He trusts you to take care of the family business. How do you treat him? He actually hired someone to kill him. It's really unforgivable! It's unforgivable for heaven!"

Another man jumped out and pointed at the middle-aged member and cursed.

"Nonsense! My master has never sent anyone to deal with the eldest young master. You just heard it from hearsay. Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence, you motherfucker, is it your turn to speak? You are really taking a dung basket to the street, looking for death..."

It was wonderful for Zhang Shan to listen to the scolding, but Old Man Zhang ignored him and walked away.

Passing by a restaurant, a boy's cry came from inside.

Zhang Shan saw a group of officers and soldiers surrounding the restaurant. Inside, a beautiful woman in her thirties was lying on the ground with blood flowing all over the floor.

A little boy of eight or nine years old, wearing a cotton coat, knelt next to the woman, calling for mother and trying to shake the woman awake. A group of diners surrounded the two people, talking noisily.

"Thief! Catch the thief, catch him quickly!"

The sound came, and Zhang Shan followed the sound. A thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks rushed forward with all his strength, and almost disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A scholar in cotton-padded clothes behind didn't know whether he was squeezed or shouted, his face was red, and he wanted to catch up with the thief, but he could only watch the thief's figure getting further and further away, and finally he could only stop with a collapsed face. .

A large group of people stood on the street in front of them, forming a circle. Inside, there seemed to be two disciples of the sect, one in white and one in green. The two sides were facing each other with swords. The two leading men had anger hidden in their eyes and expressions of excitement.

Looking up further, there are two wealthy young men on the second floor of the inn, holding paper fans and making comments...

There are more and more people in Fuzhou City. People from all walks of life, children of rich families, dignitaries from aristocratic families, and officers and soldiers of the imperial court. Normally it is rare to see even one of them in a few days. Now, the streets are like cabbage.

Is Fuzhou City so chaotic?

Zhang Shan faced a serious situation. If chaos really breaks out, it is inevitable that he will not be implicated.

Although Old Man Zhang has great martial arts skills, Zhang Shan has never seen him actually take action. Moreover, Old Man Zhang is old and alone. What if something happens?

Most of them came here because of the Qianqiu Mountain Map. They still haven't found it after more than three months, and people keep gathering.

There is indeed some chaos on the surface of Fuzhou City, but most of them are small fights and more of an invisible confrontation, as if they are accumulating strength.

When the Qianqiu Mountain Map appeared, the big forces began to meet their end, and how many innocent people were involved in it, leaving no trace of their bodies. At that time, it was estimated that the real bloodshed would begin.

There is no way that old man Zhang doesn't know this, and he must be more aware of the underlying turmoil than Zhang Shan.

But he never mentioned it, as if he was blind to it all.

Old Man Zhang is a warrior. I don’t know if he will also fight for the so-called treasure when the time comes, and I don’t know how powerful his background is.

Old Man Zhang never mentioned his past, but from the ferocious scar across his entire face, there was a vague glimpse of his joyful grudges in his youth.

Should I leave or stay when the time comes?

When the gods fight, the kid suffers. She is just an insignificant cat. What ability does she have to help this cute but hateful old man?

Oh, why are you thinking so much? Zhang Shan shook his head.

No matter what happens in the future, the most important thing now is to improve your strength and be prepared. Even if you still have to leave then, you must have enough strength to survive.

"Cat, why are you shaking your head? You're such a weird cat."

Old man Zhang was surprised when he saw Zhang Shan shaking his head. Why does this cat make so many strange moves? If it weren't for the fact that it didn't harm people, cannibalize people, and couldn't speak, I would have thought it was a monster!

"Meow~" Zhang Shan called out softly and rubbed Old Man Zhang's arm.

"You cat, you're used to acting like a spoiled brat!" Old man Zhang's wrinkles stretched out at the corners of his eyes, and a smile reached his eyes.

"Uncle Zhang!"

A gentle and pleasant young voice sounded from behind.

Old man Zhang turned around and saw a boy in white, about 17 or 18 years old, walking towards him.

The boy was very handsome, with fair skin, picturesque eyebrows, a straight nose, blood-thin lips, a tall and straight figure, graceful demeanor, and a spotless appearance.

There was a smile on his lips, and there was a smile in his deep eyes. The autumn wind blew the corners of his clothes, and his green hair fluttered. The sunlight falling on him at noon seemed to be a little softer, as if he was the immortal in the painting.

I've seen people who are suave and free-spirited, but here comes another one who is as gentle as jade.