Film and TV time travel: reselling supplies as soon as the end of the world

On a hot summer day, Zhou Yang was walking on the official road among the woods wearing only a pair of underwear. The remaining fat on his body was trembling. Although it was a little stinging from the sun, the occasional cool breeze made him feel a little comfortable.

He walked on the pipeline for half a day. Occasionally, pedestrians passed by on the road and looked at him strangely, but no one came over to say a word to him. Zhou Yang was tired, so he sat on a stone by the roadside to rest. After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, he took out some food and a can of beer from the space and started eating on the roadside.

After eating and drinking, I lay down on a rock and prepared to take a nap. The rock wasn’t very hot, so I just lay there in a daze.

I don't know how long it took before I heard a faint voice.

"Boss, boss, we're just in front. Should we call the police?" A young voice could be heard faintly.

"Let's go and check whether that person is dead or alive!" came a steady voice from a middle-aged man.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, there was a group of messy footsteps coming closer and closer. Zhou Yang felt as if they were coming towards him, so he sat up. Then he saw a group of people retreating in panic and quickly surrounding the middle-aged man.

Zhou Yang looked at their behavior and was obviously frightened by himself. He said awkwardly: "Don't panic, everyone. I am a living person. I am a living person."

The middle-aged man calmed down and said, "Why are you dressed like this? It's broad daylight, but your attire is a little inappropriate. We thought you were murdered here."

Zhou Yang took out the countermeasures he had thought of a long time ago, brewed it for a while, and said in the tone of a middle-aged man: "Sir, you don't know, I passed by here and met a strong man. Although I wanted to fight with the gang of bandits, I was too weak to do anything, so... so..."

Zhou Yang pretended to be hesitant to speak, and the guy next to the middle-aged man almost laughed out loud. The middle-aged man coughed and said, "Brother, don't be like this. It's a blessing to be able to save your life when you encounter those thieves on the road."

Zhou Yang pretended to be sad and nodded. Then he pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Sir, I wonder if you can sell me a set of clothes."

After saying that, he took out two peanut-shaped silver coins from his crotch and handed them to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at the silver peanuts in Zhou Yang's hand. The workmanship was very delicate and the polishing was also very beautiful. It looked like it should be worth two taels of silver. Although it looked very delicate, he still waved his hand and said, "Alas, what are you talking about, young master? Take the silver back."

Then he said to the waiter beside him: "Go get a set of clothes for this young man!"

After hearing this, the waiter responded and ran back quickly. Zhou Yang saw the waiter went to get the clothes, so he bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Thank you very much, sir. I don't know your name, but I will repay you one day."

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, my surname is Pang, and my given name is Fu." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I don't know if you are..."

"My name is Zhou Yang, thank you Mr. Pang." Zhou Yang bowed again.

"Sir, please don't do that. I am just a businessman, not worthy of the title of sir. Are you a scholar?"

Zhou Yang was stunned by the question. Is he considered a scholar? He should be, right? But he doesn't know the Four Books and Five Classics of this world? A plagiarist? He has given back the little knowledge he learned in school to his teacher, and he doesn't know whether the Yuan Dynasty had held the imperial examination during the years of its rule. Forget it, it's better not to pretend to be a scholar, lest he make mistakes, and he may not know the characters of that time.

"Ah, I can't be considered a scholar. I just traveled around with my master and learned some basic calligraphy."

Pang Qing was obviously disappointed when he heard Zhou Yang's answer. Soon the waiter brought clothes and Zhou Yang quickly changed into them. The clothes were a little big, but he just put them on first.

After Pang Qing saw Zhou Yang put on his clothes, although they were waiter's clothes, they looked quite refined on Zhou Yang.

"Mr. Zhou, where are you going?"

"I don't know where this place is. Where is Mr. Pang going?"

"If Mr. Zhou doesn't mind, you can call me uncle! We are going to Lin'an Prefecture." Pang Qing hesitated for a moment and then answered.

Zhou Yang readily called Uncle Pang, "Would it be convenient for me to follow you to Lin'an Prefecture?"

"It's okay, Mr. Zhou, just come with us." This time Pang Qing agreed without any hesitation. Zhou Yang thought he would not agree. After all, who knows whether the person you meet on the road is a good person or a bad person.

"In that case, thank you very much, uncle."

"Let's go. It's getting dark. We have to sleep outdoors tonight. Please follow me to the camp." Pang Qing pointed to the back and took the lead to walk towards the camp. Zhou Yang and a few men followed behind.

Not far away, they saw tents and some carriages set up on the side of the official road. Zhou Yang took a rough look and saw that there were about a hundred people.

"Manager Pang, do you know what's ahead?" A burly man strode over. He had a broadsword on his waist and bulging muscles on his arms. It was obvious that he was not someone who was easy to talk to.

Pang Qing bowed and said, "Oh, Captain Yu, it's nothing serious. This young man was resting on the roadside and was mistaken for a dead body by the waiter. I have already reprimanded you for making a fuss."

Yu looked at Zhou Yang standing on the side and saw that he did not look like a martial artist, so he felt relieved and said to Pang Qing, "Manager Pang, it is better to be careful when you go out."

"What Yu Biaotou said is true." Pang Qing glanced at Zhou Yang next to him and said, "I believe Mr. Zhou is not a bad person."

At this time, Zhou Yang also saw that Yu Biaotou was worried about him, "Ah, in that case, I'd better leave. Thank you Mr. Pang for the gift of clothes. I will repay you in the future."

After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he bowed to Pang Qing and was about to leave. Pang Qing opened his mouth to stop him.

"Wait a minute!" Yu, the escort leader, stopped Zhou Yang and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, please don't blame me. I am a rough man and my words are not pleasant to hear. Please don't take it to heart. It will be dark soon. It will be inconvenient for you to walk alone. You should just come with us. Someone, take Mr. Zhou down to rest and take good care of him."

After Yu Biaotou finished speaking, four people stood up from behind him and gestured to Zhou Yang to come in. Zhou Yang thought to himself, "Oh no, this is house arrest, shit."

Pang Qing was about to speak when Zhou Yang interrupted him: "In that case, thank you very much, Chief Biao."

After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he bowed to Pang Qing again: "Thank you, Uncle Pang!"

Pang Qing sighed and said nothing. He glanced at Yu Biaotou who winked at him and walked to the back with his men helplessly.

In fact, Zhou Yang really didn't want to leave. When he met this group of people from the underworld, he wanted to get close to them. He also didn't know much about this world, so he prepared to familiarize himself with the environment first.