Portable Museum

Chapter 127: The calculation... Was less than 260,000 yuan. I had to ask for an excavator and find more than 60,000 yuan... If the author went to work to manage the money, he would have free housing and food.

Slow, too slow. Updates are slow.

Updates are too slow! Can you release ten chapters at once?

Come on, it's not enough to watch every day, so give me your recommendation votes😊

I don't understand why the author wrote so much ambiguity. Why did he write so much ambiguity in the 1970s? It's very embarrassing to read.

After reading Chapter 5, I couldn't stand it anymore. I spent 500 yuan and 100 kilograms of food stamps to buy more than 10,000 kilograms of fungus, more than 10,000 kilograms of mushrooms, and some dried meat. In total, these products cost less than 5 cents per pound. How come the protagonist's money is so valuable? With prices collapsing like this, there is no need to look further.

I just saw the zero-yuan purchase here, and it was so exciting. The timeline is 1978, and the counterattack against Vietnam is about to begin. Vietnam is supported by the Soviet Union, and there are only interests between countries. Although the Soviet Union has helped us before, it is now an enemy and cannot be lenient. Go directly to the Soviet Union for large-scale zero-yuan purchases and leave it to the United States and NATO. Don't keep staring at us, right? 🤭

Huh! Chen Dong actually helped you recommend the book 👍👍 Wow, it's been added to the bookshelf

Just read Chapter 98. I don't understand why the protagonist wants to use space to collect thousands of containers. It feels too buggy. It's too easy to get into trouble.

I was disgusted when I saw someone running SL and stealing things. Was it written by someone else? Can you steal so many things while running SL? Just be your villain and it will be over

What I wrote before is quite good, IQ is online. When it comes to Russia, it becomes mindless.

I couldn't bear to see the widow,

Zhang Junping walked leisurely on the street, enjoying the autumn wind blowing in his face. "I'm here to do the shopping again. Hey, it's a public trip again." Zhang Junping was thinking with a smile while carrying a green cross-body bag. Zhang Junping raised his hand to catch the fallen leaves and compared them with the red sun. "This weather is the most comfortable." Zhang Junping stretched his waist. "The autumn wind brings a coolness that is not found in summer, but it is not as cold as winter." Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing up large amounts of dust and sand. Zhang Junping let go of the fallen leaf in his hand and let it float everywhere with the wind. He raised his hand to block it in front of his eyes and squinted to watch the yellowing leaf rising and falling with the wind, and then mixed with other fallen leaves, making it difficult to find. After patting the dust and gravel on his body, Zhang Junping rearranged his clothes and walked towards the local specialty sales place. "Auntie, how can I sell this vinegar? How much can I buy with a one-pound national food stamp?" "Uncle, how can I sell this millet?" "Uncle, these dates, Please tell me the price of these pears, this wine, and these apples." After purchasing a lot of things, Zhang Junping's storage space contained many specialties from Shanxi, in addition to the specialties from his previous business trip to Northeast China. Zhang Junping took a bite of the Yulu fragrant pear, and the juice in his mouth simply made Zhang Junping feel sweet. Zhang Junping couldn't help but sigh: "It's watery, yet sweet, and it's really delicious." After finishing the Yulu fragrant pear, Zhang Junping casually picked up two Jiaocheng jujubes, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them. Said: "Well, as expected of the dates that have been served at the state banquet, they are not at the same level as the ones I have eaten before. They taste really great." After a brief taste of Shanxi's specialties, Zhang Junping patted his belly. "I didn't pay attention, I was a little full." Zhang Junping smiled sheepishly. I looked up at the sky. The sun was slowly setting. The afterglow was shining on the trees and houses on the street. The shadows on the trees and houses outlined a beautiful picture in the dim sunlight. In the distance, birds chirped continuously, and flocks of birds flew at dusk. Zhang Junping looked at his watch. The scenery at dusk fascinated him. He just leaned against a tree and watched the sky gradually darken. Under dusk, the shadows of him and the tree were stretched very long, and were imprinted on the wall of the building. "It's getting dark, so let's talk about the coal purchase tomorrow." Zhang Junping thought about it for a moment, walked into the room he rented, and figured out how to get the quota of coal required. The sound of shoes hitting the floor made a few clicks, then became lighter and lighter. The sound was no longer heard, and the setting sun had been replaced by the moon. Above the night, a bright moon hung, dotted with a few scattered stars. On the outskirts of the city, some fireflies flew up, some mosquitoes began to dance, some bonfires were lit, and some children ran in the night. Dim yellow lights shine through the doors and windows of every house, and there is laughter and laughter everywhere.

How is such a beauty?

You portable museum,,,, wrote it wrong,,,, should be written like this,,,, portable widow,,, all China are fools,, I am the only smart person,,,,

So far, the results of this book are not particularly good. The author is too slow. Don't take what is due. I've always wanted to use this, but I won't accept it. Let everyone continue to watch. Keep waiting. But many people are waiting and waiting. I lost my temper. So I don't think it's necessary. We moderns can go back 30 years or 40 years. In essence, the lives of both sexes will not be particularly suppressive. You are not Liu Xiahui. Nor is it impotence. So why suppress yourself?

It's really disgusting. I couldn't stand it after reading the first chapter. It covets other people's widows. Please also consider the feelings of female readers. Although the majority of Qidian readers are male, there are still girls.

It's better to change it to a parallel world. After reading more than a dozen chapters, I got a lot of questions. Wasn't there a great unity in 1978? Where did you get one hundred and one bills? After working for two years, you can save more than 5,000 without sending money to your family? The section chief's family can save 50,000 😰 How greedy is it?

This is better

The wind in February is slightly cold and carries a strong smoke smell. The old wicker chairs occasionally squeaked. The young man wearing a large cotton robe had his eyes half closed, and the hat on his head gave him the air of an old wealthy man in the capital. But it is indeed the case. The winter in the capital is chilling. Although there are many frivolous people in this place, Zhang Junping still thinks it can save some time. "Bang, bang bang... Bang bang bang" Occasionally some wealthy households set off firecrackers outside the courtyard. Zhang Junping looked at the sky not far away (probably not far away), but there were a few wisps of white smoke flying up. But it's like the smoke is getting whiter and rising in wisps. "What a rich people!" The air after the explosion of fireworks was agitated and turbid, and a choking smell of fire emerged from under the clouds. Zhang Junping stretched and continued to sit on the old-fashioned wicker chair and enjoy the hard-won afternoon leisure. His job is not simple. He travels to various places every day. Zhang Junping feels that he can join the migration team in the animal world. If he thinks about it, he travels more frequently than these slow-moving animals. "It's another wonderful... Hey, lunch break, everyone... Listeners and friends..." | There are only so many things in this era, but the young man's mentality of taking things as they come makes him cherish them all. Following the rhythm of the song, the gray and monotonous sky also gained a bit of playful color. The old and rotten smell of the capital filled the whole courtyard, but soon the old man was attracted by a trendy new song before he could tell people his tragic history. Just because of Russia, this old thing has begun to regain its vitality. This transistor radio is really a good thing. Zhang Junping's legs were shaking up and down rhythmically, and the music was always infectious. The young man sitting leisurely on the old wicker chair hummed the tune, although he was a little tone-deaf... "Du! Du! Du! Du!" The music suddenly stopped, replaced by a sharp sound of time. This almost means that Zhang Junping's leisure time in the capital is coming to an end. "I remember that Lao Zhang gave me a bag of tea leaves last time. Where did he put them?" Zhang Junping stood up and turned over the tea leaves. At this time, the courtyard was empty except for him. There is no need to tirelessly ask "Have you eaten yet?" There is no need to answer repeatedly "Yes, have you eaten? It's not early." Zhang Junping carefully sealed the package and put it into a small round box made of thick metal paper. This tea has a great background. Sure enough, in just a moment, the fragrance of tea spread out in all directions. The fresh fragrance and the richness alternated in layers, which made Zhang Junping couldn't help but admire. It was during the leisure time in the capital that the young man once again sat on an old wicker chair that was probably older than his body, listening to the rhythm played by the transistor radio, holding up the "tea cup" on the table, savoring the short and rare comfort of this noon. ······· "Xiao Zhang, I have a new mission, please come over here." But what broke this wicker chair, the rhythm, and the scent of tea was still just a phone call from the superior. Zhang Junping knew that it was time for him to work again. PS: The content and plot of this article are purely fictional and re-created

I have been a man in two lifetimes, but I still can't keep my mouth shut. I have said that there is a lot of trouble in front of the widow's door. I still can't keep my mouth shut. Can't you see me?

"Ding ding ding—, warning warning, please host choose to land on the planet." "Ding ding ding—please choose the host to land on the planet as soon as possible, otherwise the spacecraft will randomly choose the planet to land on." "Ding ding ding—, the fuel is running out. Since the host did not choose to land on the planet, No. 001 Will land on the Blue Star independently." Zhang Junping woke up from a coma with such a series of prompts in his head, and before he could react, he felt a violent impact. Finally nothing happened, Zhang Junping suddenly heard a voice that wanted him to scold his mother... "Zizzizi—system detection, the spacecraft is malfunctioning, please stay away from the spacecraft as soon as possible, the spacecraft will adopt self-destruct mode." "Ding—warning, please warn the host. Get away as soon as possible." "Self-destruction countdown-" "60-" "59-" ... "Self-destruction? ? What is this?" Zhang Junping rushed towards the hatch with all his strength. "Bang, bang, bang—" Zhang Junping was smashing the cabin door because he found that he could not open the door. In order to survive, he smashed the door crazily. "How on earth are you going to open this broken door!!!" As the countdown came to 30 seconds, Zhang Junping's heart felt like it had fallen to the bottom of a lake. "It has been detected that the host has attacked the spacecraft hatch, and the spacecraft will take emergency evasive measures." "Emergency evasive measures? Is it what I thought?" Zhang Junping was confused, but the operation of the spacecraft in the next second stunned Zhang Junping... "The system takes emergency measures, and the measures are activated-" The sound disappeared for a few seconds, and Zhang Junping found that nothing changed around him. At this moment, suddenly, a circle with Zhang Junping as the center and a radius of 30 centimeters was circled on the deck board under Zhang Junping's feet. The circle was gradually rising. "The measures are activated and the hatch will be opened autonomously" Then Zhang Junping was ejected by the spring plate under his feet... "Ahhhhhh..." Zhang Junping, who had no time to react to all the changes, could only shout loudly to reduce the fear in front of him. "Who is it? I will definitely come back -" Zhang Junping shouted loudly. Several Blue Star natives on Blue Star, "Bai Bai, did you hear any sounds?" "No, is it an auditory hallucination? Didn't you sleep well last night?" "I slept very soundly last night." "That's really strange."

Zhang Junping travels through the world of sheep and goats "Pleasant Goat, look, there is a spaceship in the sky. Are your parents back?" Fei Yangyang stood on the green grassland, looked at the unknown objects in the sky, and said to the Pleasant Goat beside him. "Maybe, let's go take a look." Pleasant Goat was still a little happy. He hadn't seen his parents for a long time, and he hoped that the people on the spacecraft were his parents. The two sheep ran towards the direction of the spacecraft landing. "Ahem..." In the spacecraft, Zhang Junping was not affected by the huge impact of landing. The reason was the special nature of the material of the spacecraft he was in. But Zhang Junping didn't understand. He only knew that he suddenly fainted on the road and was awakened by a huge impact of his abilities. Waiting for the light to return to his eyes, Zhang Junping slowly moved his limbs, opened the hatch, and subconsciously reached out to block the dazzling light that appeared in front of him. "Pleasant Goat, this... What kind of creature is this?" Feiling Goat looked at Zhang Junping who came down from the spacecraft, dumbfounded. Pleasant Goat was also confused. "This... I don't know either." Pleasant Goat responded. Zhang Junping was also confused at this time. "This is? Qingqing Grassland?" Zhang Junping felt that he had not woken up at all and had to rest, otherwise he would have hallucinations in his brain. Zhang Junping patted his face gently and pinched it in disbelief. "Um, hello, who are you?" Pleasant Goat asked first. Sheep? Talking sheep? It looks like a Pleasant Goat and a Boiling Goat. Isn't this... A little outrageous? Travel to the imagined world of sheep and sheep? "My name is Zhang Junping." Zhang Junping still responded to Pleasant Goat's question. "We have never seen a creature like you. Where did you come from?" "Um, I come from the Tang Dynasty in the East?" Zhang Junping returned. "Eastern Tang Dynasty? Pleasant Yang, we have never heard of this place." Fei Yangyang's face was full of doubts. "Ding—" A sound appeared in Zhang Junping's head. "Dear traveler player, you have been randomly matched to the virtual world of sheep and sheep. Please complete the tasks in this world before you can return to the real world." Is this... Sure and certain? Zhang Junping looked at the task board that appeared in his mind "Help Pleasant Goat protect Yangcun, resist the attack of Big Big Wolf 100 times, and help the original residents of Qingqing Prairie gain happiness..." Zhang Junping looked at the task board with more than 10 tasks, each of which was a long-term task board, took a deep breath, "Crazy!" Still couldn't suppress his anger. "Pleasant Goat, what's wrong with neurosis?" Boiling Goat asked innocently. "I don't know about that either. Can you tell us about it?" Pleasant Goat's curiosity was aroused. At this time, Zhang Junping was extremely speechless and angry, but looking at the two innocent lambs in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh. My museum, my antique treasures, it will probably be a long time before we meet again...

Zhang Junping's Dream Rebirth: Craftsman of a Great Country Opening and closing his eyes, opening and closing... Zhang Junping was sure that the house he was in was not his original house. Perhaps, he had traveled through time again. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. Zhang Junping got up from the bed and looked at the familiar room in front of him. It was smaller than the average room and slightly shorter. At a glance, all the items in the room were visible, because the room was estimated to be only about eight square meters in size. Zhang Junping was sure that he did not know this place, but why did it give him an inexplicable sense of familiarity? Before Zhang Junping could think about it, an old lady's voice came from outside the house, "Boy, old lady, I cooked rice porridge. If you don't eat it today, it will go bad. Come out quickly and fix it." Zhang Junping heard the old lady's voice and was about to take a step out to take a look. Suddenly he knelt on his knees and held his head in his hands. His mind was in confusion. All kinds of memories poured into his brain, like a suction cup, sucking the memory of his body into Zhang Junping's subconscious. Fortunately, Zhang Junping was reborn once and familiar twice. The memory reading this time played in his mind like an image with a shortcut key pressed. After Zhang Junping received the memory of the body itself, he stood up slowly and couldn't help but chuckled and whispered "What is going on? God, are you kidding me?" "Others" After traveling through time once, my life will be prosperous and prosperous. Why did I travel back and forth again before I could really enjoy it? " "Seriously, if you come out, I promise not to beat you up!" Zhang Junping was really convinced by the old man who made him travel twice, and he couldn't help but complain in various ways. But no one can answer his doubts. Why is the soul of this body itself called Zhang Junping? Why do you feel familiar with this place? Why did I feel inexplicably warm when I heard the old lady's voice just now? Unable to wait for Zhang Junping to think too much, the old lady's voice appeared again. "Boy, don't come out yet. The hot porridge is going to be cold. Do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, I'll pour it out." The old lady was obviously stunned by Zhang Junping's behavior of not coming out and saying nothing, and she was a little angry. Zhang Junping responded quickly, "Grandma Liu, I'm coming. Don't dump it. It would be a pity if you dump it." He then quickened his pace and opened the door. What he entered was a courtyard house, and he only lived in a wing room in the courtyard. Zhang Junping, who received the memory, did not show any dissatisfaction. After all, it was Old Mrs. Liu who saved the original body and gave him a place to live, and would ask him to eat from time to time. , This kindness must be kept in mind. "Grandma Liu, I was sleeping just now. I was in a daze when I heard someone calling my name. I thought it was an illusion. Please don't be angry." Zhang Junping made up a reason casually. When the old lady heard Zhang Junping's explanation, the expression on her face slowly became better. "It's noon. Don't sleep for too long. It's easy to lose energy when you go to work in the afternoon." Mrs. Liu reminded her with concern. Zhang Junping responded with some warmth in his heart. "Okay, Grandma Liu, but I'm not going out this afternoon. I'm going to use those materials to make a leisure chair for you." The old lady smiled happily when she heard this, and the unpleasantness that just happened was instantly forgotten. "Hahahaha, the boy is interested. In fact, I am not in a hurry. When you are free, just let me, an old lady, do it. I don't want to delay your affairs." The old lady said. "Don't worry, Grandma Liu. Originally, I wasn't planning to go out this afternoon, and I had nothing to do. I just thought that after I get the leisure chair out for you, you can use it as soon as possible." "If that kid needs anything, just tell me directly. You're welcome." " Okay, Grandma Liu, do we still need to be polite?" "Hahahaha, you guys, we don't need to be polite." "Dele, then I'm going to get started," Zhang Junping finished the porridge in the bowl and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Okay, go and do your work. I'll clean up here." "Okay." Zhang Junping returned to the room and closed the door. There was one more thing he needed to make sure of. Did his portable museum come with him? Zhang Junping closed his eyes, slowly sensing the existence of the museum... Zhang Junping opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and the unpleasantness of the second time travel disappeared instantly. "That old six, ah, no, my dearest God, I thank you, it's not sarcastic, Jubi is sincere!" "Thank you for letting me travel with the museum, thank you!" Zhang Junping thought, with the museum in his life, wouldn't it be easy to start over? Just wait until I reach the peak of my life again. As for those doubtful questions, in this world, sooner or later they will be known to themselves.

"Nervous." Zhang Junping had mixed feelings in his heart. Because what he was facing at this moment was an antique that was quite old and still needed to be appraised. It was the antique he bought back with a huge sum of money. "Not nervous, not nervous." "Look carefully, is this thing real?" Shu Mei comforted Zhang Junping, feeling very nervous. After all, she had some money to spend. When Zhang Junping bought it, she was still short of money. He was hesitating whether to pay a large sum of money and accepted the ancient painting. When he was about to pay for it, he found that his savings were not enough. Xin Hao met his neighbor Shumei who happened to be nearby. If it is a good thing, it will make a lot of money. The two sons can probably eat several meals of meat. At that time, all I could think about was that I would be rich and not have to worry about food and clothing. I didn't even dare to think about getting rich. Zhang Junping is actually certain that this thing is a genuine one. The problem is that the age of this ancient painting cannot be determined with certainty. He can only buy it back and observe it carefully to judge. "Magnifying glass." Zhang Junping gave the order, and Shumei immediately picked up a magnifying glass from the side and handed it to Zhang Junping. "You have to look carefully to make sure you don't make a mistake." Shumei warned again and again. "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will take a good look at it." After saying that, Zhang Junping began to pick up the ancient paintings in front of him. "Sister-in-law, we made a profit. This painting has a lot of background. I probably won't have to worry about food and clothing in this life." Zhang Junping suddenly said loudly after a while. "Ah! How much money can we have?" Shumei, with her excited heart and trembling hands, took Zhang Junping's hand and asked hurriedly. "It's worth a lot of money and you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life." Zhang Junping laughed. "Really? You didn't lie to me, did you?" Shumei felt like she was dreaming, and subconsciously patted her face. There is no pain... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo According

The balcony door was half open, and the warmth of the air conditioner blew out with the wind, along with the aroma of the food, making Zhang Junping smell the fireworks in the world. He turned his head, and there was a circle of people surrounding the seats in the room. The food was steaming and hung in the sky above the room, giving it a vague feeling. "Well... What's wrong with me?" Swallowed, there was a faint smell of alcohol in his mouth, which made Zhang Junping frown slightly. A soft hand placed on his shoulder, squeezing it gently, and a voice with some concern came from behind. "Husband, what's wrong? Are you still thinking about the company and a little tired?" Zhang Junping's body stiffened slightly. He slowly turned his head and faced a mature and intellectual face. Zhang Junping was a little stunned, and countless memories flooded into his mind. This... Is my wife, Li Xinshu! Completely unfamiliar, yet extremely familiar. While Zhang Junping was digesting a lot of information in his mind, Li Xinshu put her hands around his waist and used her body to bring warmth to Zhang Junping. The warm fragrant nephrite on his back, the fireworks in front of his eyes, and the happiness of the whole family in the room made Zhang Junping fall into a trance. He actually traveled through time and space to Zhang Junping in parallel time and space. "Husband~" She put her hands around Zhang Junping's waist, her face pressed against his back, and her watery eyes were filled with happiness. "Happy New Year." Li Xinshu's cheeks were slightly red. "If you are tired, go and rest in the house. Give yourself a day off. The children will be taken care of by their parents." "Parents?" Zhang Junping's voice was a little surprised. Bang—— The door on the first floor of the villa was pushed open hard, and the little boy pulled the little girl and ran into the light. The two old men followed closely, chanting: "Nanny, slow down, slow down, don't fall!" The wrinkles on the faces of the two old men were deeper, and their hair was graying. They had worked hard for most of their lives, making their waists slightly stooped, but their faces were filled with satisfied smiles. "Dad, Mom!" Zhang Junping suddenly shouted. At this moment, he seemed to be pulled into reality. The strong blood-related family affection was an emotion that could not be let go. Father Zhang raised his head and saw the two people coming back from the balcony on the second floor. He frowned slightly and was about to take a stern stance when he saw the little boy hugging his thigh, and a smile immediately appeared on his stern face. "Go, go, let the young couple play by themselves, don't disturb us." Father Zhang waved his hand towards Zhang Junping, picked up his grandson and kissed him twice. Mother Zhang finally caught up with her granddaughter on the second floor, plucked the ash from her hair with her hands, and muttered: "Oh, why are you just like your dad when he was a child, and he can't even chase her away?" The little girl broke away from her grandma's arms, ran to Zhang Junping, raised her head and looked at the two of them, with a long white neck and a delicate face, combining the dual advantages of Zhang Junping and Li Xinshu, she looked like a beautiful woman at first glance. She raised the small shovel in her hand and shouted to Zhang Junping with some distress: "Dad, what if someone bullies me when I am in kindergarten?" Zhang Junping lowered his head and reached out to touch the girl's head. The feeling of blood inheritance came to his heart. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Then use your small shovel to shovel him." The little girl tilted her head: "But I am a girl." Zhang Junping. Ping thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll buy you a pink shovel." Hearing this, the little girl's eyes shone with light. She was about to say something, but she saw Zhang Junping's mother slapped Zhang Junping on the head and cursed: "Go away, don't teach me." Damn my good granddaughter." (In a parallel world, my wife is my fictional character, probably in modern times. I'll just write this much for the time being. I don't know if it will pass the review.)

After seeing Chapter 16 abandoned, many authors are self-righteous and think that they are gods and can arrange various plots at will. Those who do not follow the rules of online writing will suffer dismal results.

Seeing that the New Year is approaching, the bed made for my wife is not yet finished. Zhang Junping specially chose a day when he was not busy and went to work an overtime shift. He worked late into the night. I felt inexplicably tired for some reason, so I was about to lean on the half-finished bed, but unexpectedly I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, it was like a bolt from the blue. Junping became Ping'er, yes, Ping'er, Ping'er in Dream of Red Mansions. Wang Xifeng's eldest maid. Ping'er had an affair with Jia Lian. Not only did he travel into the Dream of Red Mansions, he also changed his gender. Zhang Junping was stunned, almost unable to move. No, before he was dumbfounded, he first looked down at himself, yo, not bad. . . . . . Ahhhhhh, no, how could this happen? What evil did I do in my previous life? Why did I become a woman, male to female, but is it okay? No, no, no, Zui Piao, how can you do that? Zhang Junping was overwhelmed with emotion. The backlash of portable museums? I've never heard of such a backlash. Thinking of the portable museum, Zhang Junping quickly found out about the museum. It didn't matter, the museum was gone. Zhang Junping was struck by lightning. He could no longer detect the existence of the museum, which was already the foundation of his life. This was even more shocking to him than turning into a woman. In shock, Zhang Junping turned over and wanted to jump off the bed, but he forgot that his body at this time was no longer "Zhang Junping" but "Ping'er". "Ping'er" fell heavily to the ground. He couldn't help but cry out in pain: "Holy shit, it hurts so much." After the words came out, Zhang Junping quickly covered his mouth. This voice, soft and sweet, this, this, this, is an indescribable feeling even if it is trampled by thousands of grass and mud horses. In this room, before "Ping'er" could get up from the ground, the little maid who heard the noise outside the house had already entered the house. When she saw Ping'er falling to the ground, she helped Ping'er up and said with a smile: "Sister Ping'er is very happy today. She had a few more glasses of wine. She was so happy that she couldn't even walk. It's time." "Ping'er" was helped to sit on the couch, and just as he was about to speak, the little maid lowered her voice and said, "The second master has returned and is talking to his wife. He will be in our room soon. Sister Ping, hurry up and get ready." After saying that, she left the room with a blush. Nani? Today? Overjoyed? Second master will come into the house immediately? Am I ready? What do I prepare?

The more I write, the more bullshit I get, and the more I write, the more rubbish I get.

I am not a person of this era, nor a person of this world, because I come from the world outside the book, the real world. In the real world, everything that happens here is just a novel, fictionalized by the author. And I came to the world in the novel after falling asleep on a dark and windy night. After I clarified my thoughts, I found that this world was a novel that I followed in the real world, and I traveled through time and became a small character. Knowing the development of the plot of the novel, I did not want to interfere with the development of the plot of the novel, nor did I want to be the protagonist. But since I traveled through time, how could I live a poor life? I had to hug the protagonist Zhang Junping's lap, and the quality of life was improved. Thinking clearly about her future salty life, Xiaoxia just went ahead and found Zhang Junping in person and told her that she wanted to be his apprentice. However, she did not expect that Zhang Junping, the protagonist, was quite graceful and found Xiao Li to join him. It seemed that her choice was not wrong. She was waiting for Zhang Junping to become a big boss step by step in the future. Naturally, she would not have to worry about food and clothing. I am Xiaoxia, the "prophet" who knows the development of this world.