Ten Mile Room

When Jiang Gezi went out early this morning, his nose was doused by pigeon droppings that fell from the sky.

Although his name is Ge Zi, Ge Zi's relatives don't recognize him!

He suddenly felt a little bad, but he still defeated superstition with the scientific thought in his mind, and he still went out.

After four years, a great task is about to be accomplished today.

Thinking of this, he was very excited.

This journey was so difficult, Jiang Gezi was full of sadness and didn't know who to confide in.

After four years, [-] chickens have been slaughtered, and they are still roosters. You can get the "Book of Golden Wisdom".

This is also the novice area, the last benefit that can be given to him at present.

For a book, one point of constitution, two points of fairy bones, five points of spiritual aperture, and ten points of intelligence, a total of eighteen points, is equivalent to giving away eighteen points for nothing.

Jiang Gezi's pitiful leveling has only reached 0.001, and that point is not enough at all. The prey in the novice area has no experience for a long time, and a strong cow only has [-] experience.

In the past two years, he has relied on the "Book of Golden Wisdom" to encourage his fighting spirit.

For four years, all the chickens around Xinshou Village have been harmed by him.

Now, this hard work is finally coming to an end.

He cursed the damn game designer for designing this damn game, it was so cruel.

Holding a short blade in his hand, Jiang Gezi stood under a lush crooked neck tree on the edge of the river and looked at the last chicken warrior.

Perhaps he also wanted to be relieved, so he quickly ran to Jiang Gezi's feet, and ate the last supper with one bite and one peck.

With the last silver light flashed by the ruler-long short blade, the rooster fell down, and the ground was golden, two copper coins, a white chicken, and a shiny golden book...

Speak, say it too late and then quickly, this sentence is so vulgar, and then it is so fast, so fast that you can't stop it!

A man fell from a tree.

oh!Oh shit!Fuck his granny's legs!What's this?

My "Golden Wisdom Book"! ! ! ! ! ! !

Jiang Gezi was dumbfounded!

Uh……

He stared numbly at the human cake on the ground who suddenly fell from the tree and lay flat on the ground, silent. He was a little suspicious of life.

The golden light of the earth flashed again, and the "Golden Wisdom Book"...disappeared and was absorbed by this person.

Why?

really?

is that a lie?

So?

Can he kill this grandson!

How much luck did he innately add?

There is such a thing?

Can't believe it.

He worked so hard to level [-], and because of the existence of this book, he added two points to his wisdom. So, is he destined to be mentally handicapped?

What to do, destroy the corpse, destroy the planet, and fuck your grandma! ! !

Jiang Gezi felt that he was about to lose his composure.

Actually lost his mind.

Lianci stretched out like a pig on the ground, and he was a little confused from the burning. He was so confused that he fell from a height of two or three meters, but he didn't feel any pain.

Bad luck likes to get together. You never know how many relatives there are behind the bad luck.

When he ran away from his grandfather's house that day, his despair and disappointment reached the peak of human nature. Even after another 10 years, he would never forget the humiliation of his grandfather slapping him left and right in front of those people.

For a moment, his dignity was shattered, his spine was broken, and there could never be a more heartbreaking time in this life than this day.

Dignity is lost.

Let's call it a day!

He ran back to his residence, simply packed his luggage, and left in a hurry.

He didn't even dare to look back to see his home and think about those people.

Either I die, he said to himself, or I find some dynamite and level this place.

It's really not possible, the big earthquake tomorrow will destroy the world, okay?

To leave here, far away from here...

Never go back again, never look at those disdainful faces again.

He bought the airship ticket for the farthest line.

The five-day journey, all night, tossing and turning all night, he couldn't sleep, and his heart was humiliated and uncomfortable like ten thousand ants.

Finally reached the end.

The city is strange, the crowd is strange, and no one knows him, so he gradually feels a little warm and a little safe.

After wandering for a whole morning, he committed a bitch again.

He began to worry about his parents being anxious about him again, so he called home.

As a result, my father answered the phone and told him, don't come back!We've got the papers, you'd better die outside! !

I don't have a son like you, and I also disconnected your household registration and set up a single household for you. Don't say that you are a child of Lianjia when you go outside, and Lianjia will not have a child like you...

Is that right?

Do they want to die outside?

Lian Ci didn't know how he wandered, he just avoided the crowd, wandered like a wandering soul, and deliberately found a path that was rarely seen among people.

Then he found a river, and he was going to plunge into it and drown himself.But this river is too dirty, too smelly, the water is all black, and has... maybe also has the function of dyeing.

Then if they found their own corpse, it was so stained that they couldn't recognize themselves, would they become nameless corpses?

Lian Ci was the kind of person who felt insecure and thought too much when he was young.

He sat there thinking hard.

I feel that if I jump into this river, I will die!

It must have been very ugly, let alone dignified.

So?What kind of death method should one choose to be considered decent and good-looking?

The above is the process of Mr. Lianci's death-seeking.

He swore that he really wanted to die that day, and he even kept thinking, would those people have a little bit of regret when they saw his dead body, could they express a little bit of repentance in front of his smiling portrait?

This is a kind person, he said sincerely to his heart, those people, even if they have a little remorse, he will forgive them.

He thought about it for a long time, and he kept thinking that a few thugs with malicious intentions came over an ancient bridge.

At first, Lianci didn't realize that he was being noticed.

Those punks, even novices, used clumsy tricks to ask him for directions.

Then Lianci told them very sincerely in standard Mandarin: "Sorry, I'm a foreigner, I don't know, it's my first time visiting this place, please ask others..."

You are the one!

If you don't rob you, who will you rob?

Seeing that the clothes he was wearing were all valuables and they were from other places, these few people were not happy, so they came up quite neatly, beat him, robbed him, and stripped him naked, without giving him any underwear. He stays.

Hey, you guys~ don't run away... Anyway, leave me a suit of clothes, I'm going to die, you just take those things, even... it's just a pair of underpants.

It was getting dark, and Lian Ci, who was still a little ashamed, was forced to climb up the crooked neck tree beside him, and grabbed the leaves to cover it, trying to maintain his dignity.

It was raining all the time, and even Ci spent the whole night hugging the branches to lean on, not knowing what to do.

Later, he had a fever and fell asleep...

Just fell off the tree...

"Wang Xianggong, [-]% drunk! Drunk eyes came to the small bridge..."

The clever old strings of the pipa and the smooth old tune of Surabaya pervade the old street.

Lianci opened his eyes in a daze.

Above his head was a dark square beamed wooden roof. He sat up in confusion, looked around, and found that this place was an empty room with nothing in it.

He was lying crudely on the old wooden floor, with a thin mattress under his body.

Lianci sat up slowly, and it took a long time before he felt himself again, as if he was born again.

He stood up staggeringly, only to see that he was wearing a dark blue belted, cuffed trousers, and an old shirt with a wide mouth.

He touched his forehead and the fever subsided.

Look at your wrist again.

The wrist that was trampled on the ground by the gangster also subsided.

He lifted his wrist and sniffed, and there was a tangy medicinal fragrance.

What happened?

Where is this again?

Lian Ci was looking around, his mind was very active recording, calculating, and reasoning.

In Lianci's short first 21 years of existence, he has never observed the world so carefully, nor has he analyzed his own situation in such a detailed way.

His fish head is not so spiritual at all.

The head of the mattress is ivory white, a new mattress, and the stitches are finer and denser, evenly fitting, just like what I have seen in the museum, the craftsmanship of the old craftsman who made the inner bureau before.

Stretch out your hand to touch it. The surface of the knitted fabric is rough, but it is tightly connected. When the surface of your hand slips, you feel even and comfortable in your heart.

The width of the cloth is seven palms vertically, and the three cloths are connected to one side. This is a typical hand-woven cloth. It is an ancient special loom stuck at the waist...

Hey?

Why do I know this?

He was very surprised, and looked around with round eyes.

He actually knew the origin and explanation of all the items.

All of a sudden, all the knowledge of the first 21 years is absorbed, maximized, and fully understood.

When he was six years old, his tutor took them to visit the Folklore Museum. He clearly remembered the clothes he was wearing, the style of shoes, what the housekeeper said and what his mother said when he went out. Kun took out a roll of tickets from his bag and bought him a monkey lollipop...

He is licking monkey candy, wandering around as the only audience, his governess is dating the driver, hiding in the corner and swearing to each other.

The guide listlessly pointed to the glass and introduced: "...Generally, ancient looms are divided into five steps, opening, drawing, and weaving... What we see now is a typical example of the transitional prefectures from the north to the south." Folk waist loom..."

This is it, the narrow cotton cloth produced by the narrow waist loom.

In the past few years, the price of this kind of handmade fabrics has become more and more expensive, especially for the designers of big brands, who especially like the designed cotton fabrics...

Lian Ci blinked his eyes, stretched out his hands, and looked at it repeatedly. All kinds of information kept flashing in his head. Even after he was born, his mother hugged him and said with disgust: "Why is it a son again? I have five children." I have a son, so I will call you redundant..."

His nickname was Xiaoyu at first, and later, I don’t know when it started, his mother called him Fishbone, and he asked stupidly at that time, why did he call me Fishbone?

His elder brother said with a sneer on his face, because you only have an airs left!

He smiled foolishly, thinking that his elder brother was teasing him!

Now, he finally understood.

That was not to tease him at all, in fact, the fishbone was stuck in the throat, unable to go up or down, annoying and painful.

His name is Lianci, not because he is grateful for Godsend, but because, on the day he was born, his grandfather went into exile abroad, and his father's peach blossoms became more and more luxuriant when he was away. There are seven or eight brothers and sisters born outside the family...

In the year when he was born, his grandfather voted wrongly, and the family lost his fief, and his mother led the five of them to compromise with the whole world with their heads bowed.

There were a lot of unlucky things in his family that year, and the eldest brother broke his leg, the second brother became the adopted son of someone else's family, etc...

And all these misfortunes seem to have started from the day he was born.

They always say that life will be difficult after Lian Ci is born...

And he has always felt guilty, feeling that he is sorry for the whole world.

Now he has found the reason, it's not his fault, people always like to find a reason for their misfortune to resent, they can't provoke powerful ones, they can only bully those who won't resist.

Almost all of his 21 years were spent pleasing the world, begging for atonement for sins he had never committed.

Being pleasing also requires means.

He is stupid!

Those things that are done are always so inappropriate.

He suddenly understood what he had never thought to understand before.

Lian Ci sat there, his expression constantly enlightened.

That expression is called a changing situation, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow and boredom are staged in turn.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a woman chattering and laughing under the window sill behind him.

He was stunned, and then slowly walked to the window...and looked down.

Under the window is an old small courtyard.

There are trees, laurel, grapes, pomegranates.

There are flowers, peonies, radish flowers, orchids, green onions...day lily, leeks are planted in a row of dilapidated rough porcelain vats against the wall.

There was a bird, and the two people who were talking casually threw out the broken rice in the pottery bowl beside them, and flakes of sparrows flew down to peck at it.

There is also water,

The woman who laughed loudly lifted a wooden bucket of water with a potter's wheel from the bank of the ancient well, and poured a basket of bright red strawberries on the bottom of the bucket as washing...

The gurgling sound of the water moistens the whole yard with spring.

Someone else, a young man.

The one with his back turned, couldn't see his face clearly, he could only hear the man say in a gentle and deep voice: "Ah? Is that so? It's my sister-in-law. You see, I wasn't there that day, and I really didn't expect it to be like this ..."

The Fourth Wife laughed and said, "Haha, it's okay! What is this? It's been two days... You didn't see the pigeon, she dropped a box of high-bone china tableware first. It was not packed well, and after turning around for a while, she tore apart a large bag of woolen vests, which is a pity, they were all high-quality goods, and more than a hundred pieces fell into the mud..."

Jiang Gezi picked up the strawberry, took a bite, shook her head and sighed as she ate it: "It's not a pity for her, but it's a pity for the owner who was imprisoned by her..."

The fourth wife was stunned for a moment, turned her face to look at Jiang Gezi, and after a while, she laughed again: "What's the matter? If you lose someone else's goods, you will double the loss. This is the rule of Lao Sanxiang. It's up to her." No matter who you say, you can't break the rules."

She struggled for a while, and then remembered the sad faces piled up at home, so she mustered up her courage and begged in a soft voice: "If you want to say pity... her pair of fatherless cubs, and the pile of cubs who messed with her Small laborers are really hard, in the future, with such a foreman, I'm afraid it's not easy to do things in the alley and support the family... Pigeon?"

Jiang Gezi responded, picked up the largest strawberry from the basket and put it in the fourth wife's hand.

"My sister-in-law eats it too, it's really sweet."

The fourth wife took it and didn't eat it. After a long time, she begged again: "Gezi, those laborers are also innocent. In the future, if Zhao Shu's family doesn't work as a laborer, you can also tell me, don't implicate them. They are all the strong men in the family, the old and the young have to support the family!"

Jiang Gezi laughed when he heard that. He looked at the top of the fourth wife's head. The fourth wife had a blue veil wrapped around her head today.

She was pulled by Zhao Shu's hair, revealing a piece of scalp the size of a coin.