Go back to ancient times to engage in sideline business

A scared soldier, with distorted facial features, was on the verge of collapse, and a group of stunned people stood like wooden stakes, all of them lost their souls.

Tang Zhong opened his eyes and saw such a welcome scene.

They were all staring at themselves, as if they were possessed by creditors.Tang Zhong wanted to wave to them to say hello, but felt numb all over, so he could only support himself on the ground for a while.

At this time, my mind was also groggy, and the light and shadow in front of my eyes changed rapidly, and the short life of an ancient teenager flashed like a movie.

When the numbness of his limbs subsided slightly and the Lingtai regained its clarity, he finally realized a remarkable thing:

Tang Zhong, a pauper in modern society, tried to touch the kind old lady, ate cephalosporin and drank alcohol by accident, and he had already encountered the world's punishment and directly hiccupped his fart.

The present body is that of a seventeen-year-old Tang Zhong, a pauper who was born in ancient times.

It might be too hasty to describe it like this. To be precise, several generations of the ancestors of the Tang family were paupers of Qing Yishui, all the way up to Tang Zhong's father's generation.

A few years ago, Tang Zhong's father was conscripted by the imperial court to serve in corvee and sent to build coastal defense fortifications. As a result, he died of overwork and illness before the fortifications were completed.

Later, when the Japanese Rebellion broke out, the coastal defense built by his father came in handy, and the superiors were so happy that they gave credit to those in charge of the coastal defense.

When the merits are divided into one level, the one who falls on Tang Zhong's father is the job of a city gate guard. Since the person is dead, two words are added in front of it, hereditary city gate guard.

Although it is worse than a sesame seed, it is an iron rice bowl that can be passed down from generation to generation, ensuring that the old Tang family will have a meal for generations.

This year, at the age of seventeen, Tang Zhongxu officially joined his father's class and came to Dongchengmen of Qingjiang County to take office.

There is a saying that the little demons in the temple are strong, and there are many kings in the shallow pool. In this small temple where Tang Zhong stayed, there were several kings lying on their stomachs. During the 20 days when they first arrived, they were often bullied.The dude in front of me, who is fighting with two strands, is out of his mind——Deng Erhu is one of them.

It is said that sparrows are timid, and their liver and gallbladder will burst easily when they are frightened. Deng Erhu at this time is not much better than the frightened sparrow.

He sincerely didn't want to witness the scene of fraudulent corpses, and desperately wanted to avoid it far away, but his legs were weak and his hands were weak, trembling, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Seeing Tang Zhong's pale face slowly turning around, staring at himself with dark eyes, Deng Erhu felt as if his soul was locked by a ghost, and he couldn't move immediately.

"Don't! Don't come here! I didn't hurt you, it wasn't me!"

Deng Erhu kept begging for mercy, but the other party had no intention of giving up.I saw a black and green ghost hand stretch out slowly, straight to grab at his face, Deng Erhu was terrified, he breathed in and out of his mouth and nose for a while, rolled his eyes, and fell unconscious on the ground.

Tang Zhong: I just want him to help me up.

The past cannot be traced back, since time travel, let’s wear it.Anyway, he didn't want to care about the bad debts he owed for a long time.Returning to the world, he is still such a young boy, no matter what he doesn't suffer!

The heart in the chest beat strongly again, warm blood flowed through the whole body again, the paleness on Tang Zhong's face gradually faded, and the numbness of his limbs also gradually disappeared.After touching for a few minutes, he stood up slowly while leaning on the wall behind him.

As a human again, I am a newcomer, and I am a little excited.This body has come to life, and a violent thought is beating in his heart:

Time to go to work!

Thinking about it, Tang Zhongying used to be a workaholic, never being late or leaving early, even jogging to go to the bathroom, unlike himself, who would fish and hide when he got to work.However, when a monk hits the clock for a day, he still has this professional ethics.

So, Tang Zhong turned around, hooked his hand to Old Zhang who had been poking his head in the corner, and motioned him to come over and lift the latch.

To say that the ancients really had a solid eye, Qingjiang County, a small inland town in a remote area, even sent a team of city gate guards to watch the gate.

There are not many rich people in the county, so which bandit rarely comes to rob?Let’s just say that the crossbar that bolts the city gate is made of old, dead elm, and it cannot be lifted by one person at all, so it’s completely unnecessary!

When Tang Zhong crossed his waist and looked at the gate bar, Lao Zhang walked up to him nervously. Seeing that his expression was no different from ordinary people, Lao Zhang couldn't help doubting his previous judgment.But just now it was clear that there was no breath, how could it be...

"Hey, old Zhang, why are you standing there? Come here and help me!"

This straightforward tone and familiar attitude are nothing like the submissive, weak and deceitful Tang Zhong before.But the big living person was standing in front of him, so he couldn't help but not believe it.

Lao Zhang rubbed his face, leaned over in disbelief, worked hard, and together with Tang Zhong in disbelief, lifted the bolt down.

Damn, it's really crazy!

At around [-] o'clock, the east gate of Qingjiang County finally opened, and the people waiting in the city had already been frightened by Tang Zhong and dispersed in panic, leaving only a few empty carts and an ownerless black mule waiting outside the gate. The people rushed in hastily.

The man seemed to have traveled for a long time, his body was covered with mud, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

As soon as he entered the city, he first paused to look left and right, then he rushed over and threw himself heavily on Tang Zhong.

"Go home and have a look! Your grandma, your grandma, she's gone!"

The mule cart was driving on the winding country road, bumping back and forth, Tang Zhong felt that the bones in his body were about to be shaken to pieces.

The driver, He Bo, was from the same village as him, and he drove the mule on the road in a hurry before dawn. The mule picked up from the gate of the city was often whipped along the way.

It's easier to go to the city gate. Hearing that something happened at home, Lao Zhang immediately said that he would ask for leave for him and let him go back immediately.It's just that Lao Zhang's expression when he was leaving, no matter how you look at it, he seemed to be sending off the plague god.

At home, the situation is tricky.

After Tang Zhong's father died, Tang Zhong's mother wiped her face with tears every day, sad and depressed, and finally hurt her fetal gas, and she died of exhaustion during childbirth. Fortunately, the baby survived.

Counting Tang Zhong, the Tang family has two boys and two girls, who are usually taken care of by the Tang family's grandmother.

The grandmother of the Tang family is also in poor health. In the past, when Tang Zhong was at home, he could share some work. Now that Tang Zhong is working as an errand, the grandmother is responsible for all the big and small matters in the family.

The former Tang Zhongben thought that if he became a city gate guard and earned money, he would be able to help the family with less burden, and grandma would be able to live more comfortably.Unexpectedly, the old man has not been able to survive such a winter.

What a poor family!

Today's Tang Zhong shook his head, in addition to being compassionate, he seemed to be a meddling bystander.

At this time, he hadn't realized that the three oil bottles, one big, two small, and three at home, were tightly tied to him.

Speeding all the way, just when the mule was so tired that it was foaming at the mouth, the mule cart turned from the country road to a more muddy path and stopped outside the yard of a farmhouse.

Sparse fences are randomly inserted on the ground, barely enclosing a yard, and the three thatched huts with earthen walls directly opposite each other are intertwined together to interpret the true meaning of shabbyness.

Hearing the movement outside, two little beggars drilled out of the middle hall, seeing Tang Zhong at the gate of the courtyard, the two little beggars rushed over immediately, scared Tang Zhong instinctively took a few steps back.

"Second Brother, Second Brother, you are back!"

"Grandma is gone, what shall we do in the future, Second Brother!"

Regardless of Tang Zhong's full-hearted resistance, the two little guys just hugged him from left to right and howled, greeting them with tears and snot all over them.

Tang Zhong patted the withered hair of the two children, gritted his teeth and endured the two little faces rubbing against his waist, and it took him a long time until they calmed down.

An eight-year-old brother, a five-year-old sister, and the two children led Tang Zhong to the main room.

Two benches were set up in the middle of the room, and a wooden plank was placed on top of it. The Tang family's grandma lay on the wooden plank like this, with only a thin layer of grain and grass covering her body.

There is no shroud, no coffin, not even a long-burning lamp. It is really sloppy to arrange the funeral affairs like this.

"What about the savings at home? You have to spend it if you want it!" Tang Zhong pulled his younger brother aside and asked. This eight-year-old boy should be the most articulate among the younger ones in the family.

"Deposit? What deposit? The second brother is talking about the remaining money and food in the family?" The little guy rubbed his head, trying to keep up with the thinking of modern people.

"A funeral at home is a big event. Even if you don't have the money for a grand funeral, at least you have to buy paper money for the coffin. You first take out the money at home for emergencies, and use up the rest. When the time comes, you will be paid back in full."

"Oh..." The youngest of the Tang family touched the back of his head and nodded, leading Tang Zhong to the east room.

On the wooden bed in the east room, a one-year-old girl was lying and gnawing her hands. When she saw her two brothers coming in, she immediately struggled to turn over.

But the zongzi-like padded jacket on her body was too thick, and she writhed on all fours for a long time before turning over and laying on her stomach.

This is the youngest of the Tang family, over one year old, No. [-] oil bottle.

Seeing that the little girl was about to crawl over, the youngest member of the Tang family stretched out her hand deftly, and pushed her back upside down, then rummaged through the straw that made up the bed for a long time, and finally pulled out a gray cloth bag wrapped with hemp rope.

Tang Zhong took the cloth bag into his hands, and let go of the binding rope, revealing the blackened silver bracelet and half-hanging copper coins inside.

"Well, what else?" Tang Zhong seemed to confiscate the pocket money, and tied the bracelet and copper coins to his belt.

The third child of the Tang family walked around to the back of the bed, pulled out a sack, held up the mouth of the sack, and said to his elder brother, "I still have this half bag of corn."

"Okay! You and your sisters are waiting at home, I'll go out!" Tang Zhong weighed the money on his waist, strode out of the room, and walked straight to the mule cart outside the courtyard.

After all, the farmer loves the animals very much, so he dragged the two of them to run like desperately early in the morning.

Even if it wasn't his own mule, Uncle He couldn't bear to see it.Seeing that there was nothing to eat in the Tang family's field, Uncle He went to the slope and came back with a handful of wormwood. He fetched water from the well outside the courtyard, scooped up half a gourd, and came to feed the mules.

Seeing that Tang Zhong went in and came out without much effort, Uncle He hurried over with a gourd ladle.

"What's the matter? If you want help, just ask, you're welcome!"

"It's all right!" Tang Zhong shook the copper coins in his sleeve at Bo He, and with a relaxed look, he jumped into the mule cart and twisted his neck to look for the whip.

"Hey, let it rest for a while before you go. If there is something that is hard to take, I will help you!"

"You can't carry it, only a mule cart can pull it." As he said, Tang Zhong picked up his whip and greeted the mule's back.

The black mule, who had just taken a breath, sprayed the grass it was chewing far away in anger, put down its hooves and rushed forward.

"What are you doing? Do you want to help me?"

"Don't bother! I'll go to town, buy a coffin and come back!"

Looking at the back of Tang Zhong waving his hands, Bo He frowned deeply.