"Alright...... Life is finally on track......"

Zheng Shaoqiu stood up and looked at the dark night, as if there was starlight shining in his eyes.

Xu Xu also had a little more smile on his face: "Tomorrow I will go to collect some things and come back, and go out to sell breakfast in the morning......"

For him, that's the business.

Strictly speaking, he is worth a lot of money now, but to him, the money is like a mirage, illusory.

"What about you?"

He snuffed out the cigarette butt and looked up and asked.

Zheng Shaoqiu was silent for a few seconds when he heard this, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at his head, and said with a smile: "It's time for me to recharge too." ”

Hearing this, Xu Xu was slightly stunned.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Lin Cen Yue went out early and came back with breakfast.

Fried dough sticks, soy milk, steamed buns......

It's simple, but it's also cozy.

The three of them huddled together on a small square table, eating and chatting.

"After the project is completed, the profits brought to the Lin family are also immeasurable. ”

Lin Cen Yue took out a tissue, carefully wiped the corners of her mouth, and said, "So, now grandma's attitude towards me has also changed a little subtly, I can feel it." ”

"That's good. ”

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded: "If anything happens, it's okay to tell me, it's okay to tell Lin Xiaoyue, don't carry it alone." ”

Lin Cen Yue smiled sweetly when she heard this.

After eating, Zheng Shaoqiu came to the largest reading hall in the city, which is said to have a history of more than 100 years, and the collection of books is even more vast.

The reason why it was charged was because Zheng Shaoqiu wanted to understand what had happened in the more than 100 years that had been missing.

The shimmer of the early morning shimmered through the transparent window, slanting in, and the shining Zheng Shaoqiu was also plated with a layer of gold.

He was holding a thick general history of the world in his hand, and his expression was focused.

Speaking of which, it is very common to read books on a mobile phone now, but Zheng Shaoqiu still can't get used to it, and he feels that the fragrance of pen and ink when turning the page is more refreshing.

After that, every morning after getting up and having breakfast with Lin Cen Yue, he would walk to the library, holding a large teacup in his hand, which was soaked in red dates and wolfberries, and then sit on a chair like a statue, bathed in the morning light, and start the day's recharge.

Speaking of which, this is a bit boring, but for Zheng Shaoqiu, it is a rare spiritual enjoyment.

With the development of society to this day, all kinds of colorful entertainment life basically do not bring the same from morning to night, and now it can be said that Xiucai does not go out and knows everything in the world.

No matter what you want to know or what you like, you can find the answer from a small mobile phone.

With a flip of the little hand, singing, dancing, and performing magic tricks, when watching the video, time seems to be consumed quickly, and basically an afternoon passes quickly.

Moreover, there will be an indescribable feeling of emptiness afterwards.

Although life does seem to be a lot more convenient, the lack of spirit has become a common problem in this society.

Fewer and fewer people are patronizing the library, and most of it is students and teachers picking out exercises.

Especially in the literary and historical area where Zheng Shaoqiu is located, three or five people are not common.

Of course, the collection of books in this area is quite good, very large and complete, and of course, the price is much higher than in other areas.

Zheng Shaoqiu has been here for three days, except for some older old scholars who have checked some information, and there is only one staff member.

However, this is also understandable, literature and history have always been unpopular and not taken seriously, compared to these, those good-looking novels and magazines are obviously more in line with the appetite of young people.

When Zheng Shaoqiu first came, he basically read about half of it, and the reviews of this book were very good, and it was exactly what he needed.

In the Museum of Culture and History of Nuoda, there is silence, only the sound of flipping books.

Zheng Shaoqiu sat on the chair, carefully turning through the pages one by one, he looked very carefully, and he would not let go of a word.

The other staff of the Museum of Culture and History also started a boring day at this time, and basically chose to ignore freaks like Zheng Shaoqiu.

The time of the morning passed quickly, and after a hasty lunch, Zheng Shaoqiu was still soaking in the library for mental recharge.

At 4:20 p.m., he gently closed the first half of the General History of the World and let out a long breath.

After a while, he stood up and changed the second half of the book to the staff.

The girl in charge of this was a girl who stared at Zheng Shaoqiu with a surprised look for a long time, and then said, "See it so fast?"

Zheng Shaoqiu let out a salty 'um' and didn't say anything.

At about five o'clock, it was time to get off work, the girl began to clean as usual, Zheng Shaoqiu also returned the book, walked out of the library door with the kettle, bought some pig's head meat, duck and other food on the way, and walked to the shantytown.

The day basically ended like that, with no waves, no accidents, just like the gears spinning day after day.

Under this intensive reading, the general history of the world soon came to an end, and then Zheng Shaoqiu began to study modern history again.

However, there are many versions of modern history, and there are different opinions and discourses, and there are many private goods.

Zheng Shaoqiu never picks and chooses, and generally does not refuse to come, borrowing books, returning books, borrowing books, returning books, basically repeating these two actions.

The drizzle was like a cow's hair, hitting the window, without the slightest sound, and when it was close to noon, there was silence in the Museum of Culture and History of Nuoda, only the sound of turning books continued to echo.

There is a bucket of Laotan sauerkraut noodles on the table, it is said that in this kind of place, you can't eat food that tastes too much, but there are not many people in this area, and this instant noodles are still supplied by the library, four yuan a box, so Zheng Shaoqiu didn't go out to save trouble.

Speaking of which, this is also the fourth day.

Zheng Shaoqiu has read almost all the versions of modern history thoroughly, and also has a general outline and cognition of the missing more than 100 years.

"Woo ......"

After eating the last bite of noodles, and then throwing the instant noodle bucket into the trash, Zheng Shaoqiu slowly walked to the workbench and said softly: "Return the book." ”

The girl didn't look up when she heard this, she pointed directly to the stack of books on the side of the counter, and said lightly: "You can take a look at these books, it's pretty good." ”

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she coughed a few times from time to time, like muddy sand, but there was an indescribable rhyme.

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu's face did not change in the slightest: "It's enough, there's no need to watch it anymore." ”