The light yellow hills rose and green, and the cattle and sheep wandered leisurely on the hillside with their tails. The figures waving their whips looked into the distance enviously. Under the bright sunshine, the outline of the city was faintly hidden.

By March, it was spring rain in Feihu County, Daizhou. The broad and whole streets were wet with blue bricks. Raindrops were hanging on low eaves and high pavilions and falling down the eaves. The stone slab and dirt road were soaked in mud and turbid. The old man in thick clothes and linen pushed the wheelbarrow and left a long mud mark.

"Cannot haws~~~Sweet and smelly candied haws~~"

"Hu cake! The freshly baked cake!"

The market was bustling with pedestrians, orderly and noisy. The vendors walked on the candied haws on their shoulders and shouted from the streets. The fat boys passing by sat on the stones in front of their homes, staring at greedy. On the streets with water, the people passing by stopped and watched the streets juggling, applauded and cheered at the water tanks above their heads or gravels on their chests. The cheering sounds drifted away at the attic, and pushed the window sash away, and the thick women hung on their washed clothes to dry outside, cursing at the noisy people below.

On the other side of the lively Fang Street, houses are low and the streets are dilapidated. There are sparse crowds of people passing by, baskets, firewood and mountain goods are placed on the street. A young man in a coarse linen is sitting there, with his hair tied up and his face dark. His eyes are dull and his eyes are staring at the ancient street scenes around him and all kinds of figures coming and going in front of him. He feels coldness, his body shakes slightly, and his eyes are even weaker and more confused.

...Where am I?

It's not a dream.

His original name was Liu Qing, a senior salesperson who likes to think about furniture and handmade utensils on weekdays. He also built a small factory for himself as a place to fiddle with these things.

The 26th company I worked for was closed a few days ago. After the boss went bankrupt, he hid in the factory he built and showed off his handmade work when he was free. He was using a grinding wheel to polish a piece of iron plate. Somehow, the grinding wheel suddenly turned off and flew towards his forehead. Then...and then, he woke up and was here.

"I'm afraid I'm dead... The factory is in a lie. I don't know how long it will take for someone to discover it, and it will be smelly by then."

Sitting there and talking to himself, someone came over to ask about the basket in front of him without even notice. Soon, an old man covered in patches hurriedly stepped forward, smiled and bowed to the customer and said the price. He sold the basket out of twenty cents, put away the copper, turned around and cursed at his son who was sitting there in a daze. He still reached out to touch his forehead, sighed, and slowly moved to sit back aside, pounding his stomach.

The old man originally took his son out to sell the baskets prepared by the house. Before dawn, he rushed into the city with the morning dew. Who would have thought that not long after, his son fell ill and fell into a coma in the middle of the journey. Now he woke up, but sat like a fool.

"Uncle, how is Zhuzi? Are you still sick?" People from the same village came to see the dull young man.

"Oh, maybe when I went out this morning, I was in a cold wind. This is a terrible thing."

Old Man Geng touched the forty coppers wrapped in his belt. He went to a nearby pharmacy to get medicine before, but in this world, the prices are unstable, and the number of treatments has increased to dozens of cents. Not to mention the money for taking medicine, I am afraid that I can only sell out the baskets.

The man in the same village also knew his difficulties, "Uncle, why don't I have a little bit of it here, so you can take it together."

"There's a sound of closing the street!"

While speaking, someone shouted, and the long street was full of chaos. Seven or eight figures and costumes were different, with fierce eyes. They shouted loudly at the stalls on both sides of the streets and alleys. They shook the sword in their hands and pulled the vendors selling pastries. They took out a handful of pieces of copper coins from the other party's arms, then kicked the stalls and sprinkled the pots and bowls of soup all over the floor.

There were also active stall owners who held them with both hands diligently to avoid the disaster, and then watched the group leave respectfully.

Here, seeing that something was wrong, Old Man Geng called a few people from the same village to quickly pack up his belongings, dragging his son, who was still in a daze, and was about to leave. Before he could take two steps, the people over there had already come and stopped them.

The bright knife lit up in front of me. A group of village men had never seen such a formation, and their stomachs were so scared that they cramped.

"Dear men, we will go to the city to sell mountain goods. It is not worth much money and we don't go to the city to occupy stalls on weekdays." A thin man stuttered and bowed to them.

The arched hand was then beaten by the other party and the person was kicked.

Around him, holding swords, a grim smile appeared. Someone pushed the thin man back and took out his purse from his arms. He listened to the sound of the scattered copper coins colliding and laughed: "One is a small one, but there are more than a few people. The more than ten streets of Feihu County are under the jurisdiction of Jindao Gang. Going back to the city to do business, remember to talk about the street first."

"You...you...are you... afraid of the government?!" Old Man Geng shouted while covering his belt.

A bunch of flowers burst into laughter, and the man who collected the money raised his thumbs and raised his back: "The county magistrate is my gang leader's brother, and the county magistrate dares not fart."

As he said that, he grabbed the old man's belt and pulled it, "Take it here!"

Under the fierce force, Old Man Geng was pushed out and hit the young man in a daze next to him. Liu Qing was unstable and lay on the ground with the old man, knocking his head on the steps, and he became a little more awake.

The old man's waist was pulling, and the copper inside scattered all over the floor, full of jingling sounds.

"Pick it up!" The man saw the copper spilling all over the floor, and reached out to grab the old man's hair bun again.

"This big brother!"

At this time, some weak words suddenly sounded, and Liu Qing, who was sitting crooked on the ground, slowly supported himself up, looked at the scene in front of him, licked his dried skinny lips, and squeezed out a smile.

"Don't make things difficult for the old man, I'll do it."

In the joking sight of the crowd, the young man bent down to pick up the copper sprinkled on the ground, listening to the words "Oh, I thought I was not even a fight, it turned out to be a sick man." His face still smiled, and his stiff mind quickly thought of countermeasures, picked up the money one by one, held it in the palm of his hand, but did not hand it to the old man pushing him, but held it to a strong man with a bearded face opposite him.

"Ahem... This big brother knew that Shenwu was extraordinary at first glance. Please accept the money at home with a smile."

"Hey." The tall and thin man was upset before, holding a sword in one hand and carrying Liu Qing's collar in the other, "You can't afford to look down on me?"

The young man shook his head weakly. In his shaking sight, a big hand suddenly reached out and spread the hand that was pulling his collar. The big man with cheeks looked fierce and fierce. He walked closer and squeezed his companion's hand away, and slapped the other person's face with a slap, and printed a red handprint.

"Get out."

The big man forced the man back, his eyes turned to the young man in front of him, and grabbed the copper in his palm. At this moment, Liu Qing suddenly shrank his hand. When the other party frowned and fiercely, he coughed twice, endured his drowsiness, and smiled weakly.

"Brother, you are not busy with money. I dare not lie to you as powerful as you. If you have an idea to give you money faster, only a person like you can have the courage to do it."

The young man was weak and his face turned pale, not like pretending to be sick. The big man also had martial arts skills, so he was not afraid. He was a little comfortable when he heard the praises. He nodded but did not speak. He waved his hand and took a few steps back, allowing the young man to get closer.

‘Ahem...’

Liu Qing turned around and looked at Old Man Geng who had climbed up from the ground, shook his head at him, signaling him not to come over, then turned his face and looked at the mighty man in front of him.

"Brother, everyone in the city needs to cook firewood. Firewood is a necessary item. If the road is inconvenient in the winter, the road is inconvenient. Firewood will probably rise again. How much can it be if the people outside chop firewood in the city? Why not wrap all the nearby hills and let the woodcutters only provide you with firewood and sell it. How many households are there in the city? How much does it take to use firewood every day? Wouldn't this money be easily flowed into your pocket?"

He didn't hit the smiling person, let alone please him. The big man frowned and gradually stretched out his eyebrows, and his lips were grinning between his thick beard.

“Good idea.”

Liu Qing also smiled. He was originally a salesperson and it was necessary to be thick-skinned, so it was not embarrassing. This idea was not used to avoid street noise, which made the other party very fond.

"If you don't do this idea yourself, you can still give it to your gang leader... Even if you don't accept it, you can still gain praise. Those who can come up with ideas will be the ones who can share the worries of your gang leader. Maybe you can still pay attention to it, right?"

After hearing these remarks, the man smiled even more. He pushed back the money he had originally wanted to collect and rubbed his palms to reminisce the words the young man said just now. The truth is simple and easy to understand. How can he not know the benefits?

The big man grinned and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Okay! This idea is now the streets are ringing today. Let's go quickly. If you have any ideas in the future, go to the Golden Dao Gang to find me! My name is Dou Wei."

"Brother Dou."

"Little brother, don't call me brother in the future, that's what I call my father, so it won't be embarrassing."

“Yes yes.”

Several farmers didn't have much money to sell baskets, but one idea made him feel good. He waved to the young man who nodded and laughed, and greeted the subordinates around him with a vicious spirit. He scattered the people who stopped and watched, and continued to go to the next street.

Here, the few people in the village were scared and dared not stay any longer. They quickly dealt with the remaining mountain goods and baskets. Old Man Geng pulled his son and put them on his back.

"Come on my father's back, and I'll carry you back."

Several people gathered together and surrounded the old man and went out of the city to return to the village. On the old man's back, Liu Qing felt his strong and generous back and turned back weakly. The dilapidated old rammed earth wall was gradually moving away from his sight. The villagers walking around were talking with the unique accent of the north, which came into his ears, and their thoughts became chaotic again.

"Thanks to Dazhu today, I don't know what I said to that person, and I have returned all the money to us."

"It's strange to say that, have you noticed that Dazhu is honest and can't even speak well. He never thought that he has such eloquence."

"Will you be possessed by ghosts...bah, say something else."

"Yes, let's talk about other things... the Golden Knife Gang just now, have you heard that? He is a real brother to the county magistrate."

"...Don't the county master care about it?"

"Oh, I heard that the south seems to be fighting. There is a general named Huang... who is going to fight back to the Central Plains again. The court can't take care of our remote places."

"Don't be confused in this world, how can the wife and the children live in the future."

Liu Qing lay on the old man's back, listening to the big men talking nonsense, the rolling mountains and forests reflected in his eyes, and his scalp felt numb.

Really traveled through time...

The words of the villagers Hu Tianhu Di seemed to destroy the tense nerves, and suddenly felt like the sky was spinning. The condition surged up again, and the awake consciousness gradually subsided.

The sunset dyes the west clouds red and falls on people's faces.

After the stretching foothills, the old man carrying a young man walked across the foothills with a group of villagers. In the direction far away, a mountain village stood at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by thatched walls and fences, and the smog of cooking was rising, floating in the sunset.

"Geng Gong wrote the original record: He said few words, he was clumsy, weak and easy to get sick. He followed his father into the city, recovered from illness and woke up, and became strong and became angry. The villagers said that ghosts were obsessed. Geng Gong read this statement and thought a little, and told someone to tear it off and burn it, and he was not allowed to spread it." - The first preface of "Geng Gong Gong's Book"
Chapter completed!