Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

Walking on the street, Zhang's mother never stopped talking, but Zhang Ruixuan, who was usually very sharp on the Internet, was poking around like a piece of wood.

If you move forward, I will move forward. If you say anything, I will say: Yeah, okay, okay, okay.

It’s not that Zhang Ruixuan had the intention to deal with Zhang’s mother, but he really couldn’t force his mother to come to Daoxiang Village, and the scenery along the way was so similar to the nightmare last night...

"What are you thinking about? Tell me, your grandfather also had a lot of craftsmanship back then. The velvet flowers and birds piled up in the yard. I remember that your grandfather should have taught you how to play with them when you were a child."

After playing for a while, grandpa had finished all the hairy pieces, and Zhang Ruixuan himself put them together like building blocks. Whether they looked good or not, they all depended on grandpa to fix them in the later stage. After finishing, I would also like to praise my grandson.

"Yes, but what's the use of that thing?" Zhang Ruixuan didn't know why his mother kept mentioning grandpa today, and his already irritable heart became a little more irritable, "If grandpa hadn't stayed behind, I would have threw!"

"It's better than playing games at home!" Not to mention the conflicts between her husband and Mr. Zhang during the last period of time, Zhang's mother could not stand the behavior of her son Zhang Ruixuan no matter what.

"Say less!"

"you……"

Before Zhang's mother finished speaking, her son had already covered her mouth. Zhang Ruixuan was looking across the road with squinted eyes. A group of people in "fancy clothes" were walking towards the mother and son.

"Zhang Rui

"oi! oi!"

"*&*&#%"

The crowd rushing over said words that Zhang Ruixuan could not understand. Zhang's mother who heard the shouts also froze on the spot, subconsciously protecting Zhang Ruixuan behind her, but she didn't know that Zhang Ruixuan's physique was not what it was when he was a child. Can wrap up the delicate mother...

"Shh, hide behind the grass."

Unlike Zhang Ruixuan, who couldn't use his eyes well and couldn't move his brain, Zhang's mother was keenly aware of the problem: "These people are here for us."

At this time, Zhang Ruixuan didn't have to fight with his mother. He just kept struggling in his mind - was this a play put on by his mother together with a group of people, or was his previous dream not a dream at all? Did he fall into some kind of strange dimension and really become the 'male protagonist', so he can get countless golden fingers and do something great?

"Mom, come here too." By the time Zhang Ruixuan came to his senses, the person rushing over was already less than five meters away from the mother and son, "Quick!"

"That's too late!"

Seeing his mother being tied up and carried away by those weirdos, Zhang Ruixuan clenched his fists and said, "Hiss!"

His mother was in danger, and Zhang Ruixuan no longer had the time to think about whether this was a show that his mother had arranged for someone to stage - he could bet on his future and lose, but not his mother's life!

It's just that Zhang Ruixuan obviously didn't take his personal abilities into consideration. After staying at home for more than a year, Zhang Ruixuan's current physical condition has reached a certain level. Even if a crispy college student comes to him, he will be afraid that Zhang Ruixuan is here to flirt...

Standing up, just when Zhang Ruixuan was about to shoot himself out like an arrow from a string, he felt a pinch in his neck. It seems that the visitor had already noticed Zhang Ruixuan hiding in the grass, but was just waiting for the latter to show up and break into the trap.

The first time he opened his eyes, Zhang Ruixuan endured the pain and began to look for his mother, but he only saw his mother lying lifeless on the ground not far away, wearing a brown-red cheongsam with dark patterns of auspicious clouds, only the white There was a purple bruise on his neck.

The people around him didn't look like they were acting. This scene seemed to be repeating the scene that he once thought was a dream.

Now Zhang Ruixuan was completely panicked!

Zhang Ruixuan struggled on the high wooden frame again, trying his best to get to his mother, but...it was obviously too late.

"call!"

The first time he woke up, Zhang Ruixuan looked towards Mimi's cat villa - there was nothing wrong this time, Zhang Ruixuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He did put the traitor into the cat villa last night. It seems that those strange people and things are just a nightmare that has been repeated twice.

"Mimi..."

Zhang Ruixuan once again prepared freeze-dried, cat food, cat strips, and cat grass for Mimi. The big bowl given to Mimi was as always richer than Zhang Ruixuan himself.

For some reason, Zhang Ruixuan felt extremely tired. His stomach was growling, but Zhang Ruixuan was no longer in the mood to pay attention.

After picking up the phone and putting it down several times, Zhang Ruixuan was hesitant, wondering if this call would put his mother in danger again? Regardless of whether all this is a dream, Zhang Ruixuan is really scared.

If all this is really reality, or if you are really trapped in some kind of cycle, then don't let any innocent people get involved...

【Ding! Host will detected]

[Congratulations to the host for advancing to the third round of simulation~]

A game reminder popped up on the computer again, and Zhang Ruixuan couldn't accept it anymore. The millions of words of Internet articles piled up in his mind, as well as the fact that he had 'died' twice but was still alive, made Zhang Ruixuan, who was still panicking, suddenly raise one corner of his mouth at the computer screen.

"Then it's time for me to have my golden finger next?"

"Then... I will be the first to stop those useless intangible cultural heritage from getting in my sight!"

To this day, I still feel that those intangible cultural heritages that have encountered difficulties in preservation do not meet the needs of the development of the times and should be extinct. If Zhang Ruixuan is allowed to pass the examination, I will be sorry for others!

"Mimi, do you think what I said makes sense?"

"If it cannot develop in this era, it means that it is no longer suitable for this era. Otherwise, why was it born in the past era?" Zhang Ruixuan seems to have his own set of logic, "When it is really useful, it will come out by itself. Now it is a waste of manpower. What do we need to do with them?"

[Oh, hello host, I am your master, ah, bah, bah, bah, you are my little one...]

Zhang Ruixuan was startled by the sudden voice that appeared in his ears.

[Ahem, hello host, I am your system. I came to report to you. I came three days late. I didn’t expect you, host, to have died twice! 】

"system?"

【Yes! 】

"You mean you are the system?"

【Yes! 】

[No, I am not the system. Could it be that you are the system? If you want it, if you don’t want it, I can leave! 】

"Oh, I'm hit!"

Suppressing the corners of his mouth with a smile like five million, Zhang Ruixuan didn't know who he was hiding from. He looked left and right with a sly look, and lowered his voice rather mysteriously: "So what I just thought about are all for you." Hear that? Can you do it?"

1BJ velvet flower production technique is a national-level intangible cultural heritage (now the Dongcheng District Museum seems to be BJ city-level, and the encyclopedia says it is national-level. The intangible cultural heritage official website can only find national-level, but not found, so I’ll ask you about it in two days and then correct it.)

2 Velvet flower making skills, JS provincial intangible cultural heritage