Originally, the original owner of this kind of life was very satisfied in his heart, although he had no friends, no relatives and no reason, and the people around him laughed at his down-and-out poverty, but he still had the most cherished book. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's a pity that this good times didn't last long, and the foreign coalition came over.

Their group of savage monkeys ransacked the capital far north, and even burned Lafayette's summer resort.

The capital of the ancient country has been devastated by the disaster, not to mention the Guang Province where he is now staying with the most foreigners, the most miscellaneous troops stationed, and the most chaotic resistance forces.

So, that night, the big families and major landmarks in the city were all in ruins, and the foreigners who could finally rush in in to rob and loot in the name of justice, and the foreigners in this country who had been coveting for a long time, opened the way for them to burn and kill and loot.

This night, there was a river of blood, and in front of foreign guns and cannons, the flesh and blood that resisted at the front line were like paper paste, and they were vulnerable.

On this night, the original owner, who thought he lived in a civilian area, was not spared.

After discovering that the people here were easy to bully, the soldiers of these multinational forces scattered in a swarm and launched their own wealth plundering schemes.

A brainless squad broke into the civilian area trembling because of the earth-shattering killing in the city.

Started the road of robbery that they shouted at loss.

And the original owner, who saw this situation, abandoned his cowardly temper after someone broke into his door, broke out all the courage of his life, and resisted fiercely without hesitation.

It's a pity that it's a senseless rebellion after all.

'Bang'

Dealing with him, a matter of a gun.

When he was unwilling to fall, he heard the foreigner who robbed him, and after seeing the so-called treasures he was desperately protecting, he shouted and scolded with disdain: "I thought there was a mountain of gold and silver hidden at home, but I didn't expect it to be a pile of broken books!"

"I've burned a lot of this kind of thing in the big houses on the front few streets, and this stupid thing really thinks this kind of thing is a treasure. ”

"Bad luck! wasted a bullet on me. ”

As these words fell, with a 'bang', the foreigner who spoke half-Chinese and foreign words shook the flint in his hand and threw it in the direction of the two boxes full of books.

Afraid that the books would not burn fast enough, he also sprinkled the kerosene lamp on the original owner's table.

'Hulala'

The dry books, lit by the oil fire, quickly burned open, igniting the boxes and igniting the edges of the wooden house.

"Gone out of the water! Is there anyone in there? Come and put out the fire!"

In the same wooden house around, a group of firefighters rushed out hulala, and the original owner, who saw that his years of hard work had been burned, finally lost the will to survive, and as soon as his eyes were closed, he heard words like heaven.

"Do you have an unfulfilled wish? We can help you make it happen, as long as you can pay a small price. ”

"At what cost?"

"Lifespan!"

For the sake of a few books, don't want your own life?

"Deal!"

There really are such people.

"But my wish is not only to save my own books, I hope that in these troubled days of war, more precious books can be preserved, which are the wealth of the whole country and the continuation of our nation. Knowledge is the most valuable asset. ”

Look, how great this wish is, and for the first time, I have met a client who does not make a wish with a personal wish.

While admiring this man's great temperament, he easily took over the task for his own host.

Who cares if this task is pitted or not, who cares about the specific number of books that the other party is so-called to save more books, who cares if the client can be satisfied at the end of the task, anyway, his own host is so strong that he has a boundless face, and there is nothing that can make it difficult for him.

Fearlessly laughing and forgetting the book, Gu Zheng was brought to this world, but after receiving all the memories of the original owner, Gu Zheng let go of the hand holding the pigtail on the back of his head, touched his trouser pocket, and yelled at the bartender who was in charge of the warm wine at the table: "Another glass of wine!"

After saying this, he subconsciously looked at the small vegetable water card hanging behind the bartender, and in the classification of the cheapest penny, he boldly ordered two plates of appetizers for himself: "Another plate of fennel beans and a plate of salt-boiled bamboo shoots." ”

Wait, why is this dish so familiar?

Before Gu Zheng could think about it, the bartender who was in charge of warming the wine on the other side joked with him: "Hey, Mr. Gu has been rare and generous this time, isn't there just a plate of side dishes on weekdays?"

You care about me, I'm happy!

Gu Zheng, who was ridiculed, gave the other party a roll of his eyes in a very unhappy mood, but after his fennel beans were served, after the small radish head quickly surrounded under his feet, he suddenly remembered why this scene was so familiar.

Gu Zheng, who knew that this was not a world, was playful at this time, he was very bold and took the dozen beans on the plate in his hand, and divided them one by one, when this group of children who were as dirty as beggars continued to stretch out their hands, they just lifted their robes and shook their heads and said the following classic lines: "No more, no more!

It's a pity, why didn't the original owner have the surname Kong?

Speaking of this, Gu Zheng amused himself, but when he finished laughing and looked up at the bartender who was warm again, the other party's eyes that looked at him with a nervous patient made him cough twice in embarrassment: "What's that? Literate or not? You know the beans of fennel beans, ah, no, is it how to write fennel characters?"

"I don't know!" shook his head as the bartender who didn't follow the script at all, "Because I can't read at all!"

"But speaking of which, I will still count them, Mr. Gu, you already owe us 9 Wen a lot of money in the tavern, when will you pay it back?"

As soon as he was asked about the money, Gu Zheng withered, and he subconsciously touched his pocket: "Next time, next time, just write down today's account!"

"Okay! Thanks for your patronage, Mr. Gu gave me two glasses of rice wine and two dishes on credit, and I owe a total of 19 yuan!"

Don't you want to roar so hard, how can a thin-skinned person like himself live!

Gu Zheng, who was licking his face, poured the rice wine in this cup into his stomach with a sip, and the warm wine instantly warmed his stomach.

The entrance is long, the taste is sweet, accompanied by a pickled bamboo shoot tip, chewing a bean with a unique taste, and a unique taste in the heart.

The flavors of life are all chewed and swallowed slowly!