Although he Zhang Xiaobei was dug out of the ground, he is not a so-called zombie or a living corpse, he still has flesh and blood.

Zhang Xiaobei still clearly remembers that he was sucked into an abyss-like black hole by the old banyan tree.

After coming out of the black hole, he returned to the ancient Shang Dynasty, and then he had an extra banyan seed in his hand, which could connect to his consciousness and tell him that he would have a lifespan of 3,100 years, and he would not grow old or die during these 3,100 years.

From the Shang Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, he lived with the long river of history for 3,000 years, and in these 3,000 years, in order to cover up the secret of his immortality, he changed many names, and also learned the art of disguise to make his appearance appear old with his age.

In the past 3,000 years, he has been the most ordinary peasant, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. I have also worked as a businessman, and I am a rich party. has also experienced a ten-year cold window, joined the official as an official, and became an official to the prime minister. He also joined the army, starting as a small soldier and worshipping the general. He learned chess with Yi Qiu, practiced calligraphy with Wang Xizhi, drank wine and fought poetry with Li Bai, became a bosom friend with Boya, and went to the river with his best friend Gu Kaizhi to write a living. He saw the faces of the four beauties, and also appreciated the bravery of the ancient generals.

He has lived a wonderful life in the past 3,000 years, but in the last 100 years, he wants to live in a modern civilized society.

So according to the method taught to him by the banyan seed, he took the blood cicada jade in his mouth, lay down in the seven-star coffin, entered a state of suspended animation, and then was buried in the ground, and planted the banyan seed in the buried place. In this way, the last hundred years of his life will be preserved until he is dug out of the ground.

He deliberately chose to bury himself in the place where he first appeared in ancient times, that place was Zhangjia Village hundreds of years later, and the banyan tree seed also grew into the oldest big banyan tree in Zhangjia Village.

At this time, Zhang Xiaobei knelt and bowed on the ground, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

Soon, an aunt in red recognized Zhang Xiaobei.

"Isn't this Xiaobei, the son of Daniel Zhang's family!" The aunt quickly pulled up Zhang Xiaobei on the ground.

Zhang Xiaobei shook his long hair in a dashing manner: "That's right, it's Zhang Xiaobei down there." ”

"Evil, Xiaobei, your family is almost crazy looking for you, where have you been in the past ten days?" said the aunt holding Zhang Xiaobei's hand.

Ten days?

"Are you saying I've only been missing for more than ten days?" Zhang Xiaobei asked rhetorically.

"yes, you don't even know how many days you've been lost. Auntie's eyes were full of sympathy.

Zhang Xiaobei pondered, that is to say, another Zhang Xiaobei had the same experience as him ten days ago, and was also sent back to the ancient Shang Dynasty by the big banyan tree, and now he was dug up ten days later, just forming a time cycle, this Zhang Xiaobei, who was sent back to ancient times by the big banyan tree ten days ago, should also be dug up in another time plane thousands of years later.

"How did you become like this? How do you ...... your hair It's so long!" the aunt looked Zhang Xiaobei up and down, and in her eyes, Zhang Xiaobei seemed to have suffered some painful experience.

Zhang Xiaobei also knew that his current dress was very inappropriate, wearing a knee-length white shirt, and his long hair hung down to his back, and people who didn't know thought he was a madman at first glance.

"Come to my shop quickly, I have to call your parents to come and pick you up. ”

The red-clothed aunt dragged Zhang Xiaobei to her shop.

This is a pharmacy that sells both Chinese and Western medicines, and the shops are quite large, and the shops in the town are generally large.

"Qiang, come and see, this is Daniel Zhang's son, let me find it on the side of the road!" said the aunt to a middle-aged man sitting behind the counter, this middle-aged man is her husband, a native of the Lin family village, whose name is Lin Ziqiang. And she, like Zhang Xiaobei, is also from Zhangjia Village, and Xiaobei's father has known each other since childhood.

Zhang Xiaobei also remembers now that her name is Zhang Xiumei. His father used to chat with her when he passed by her shop in town.

Zhang Xiaobei's memory is different from ordinary people, he can never forget, his super memory and immortality for three thousand and one hundred years are all the abilities obtained when he traveled to ancient times. So even after thousands of years, he can still remember the people and things he encountered in modern society.

Lin Ziqiang, who was reading a book at the counter, raised his glasses, glanced at Zhang Xiaobei, and replied lightly: "Oh." Then he continued to bury his head in the book.

Zhang Xiumei took a wooden stool and asked Zhang Xiaobei to sit in the store, and then she began to call Xiaobei's father.

"Yes, yes, your son has found it, don't get excited. Zhang Xiumei and Daniel Zhang on the other end of the phone shouted, "Your son is in my store now, come over quickly." ”

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xiumei grinned at Zhang Xiaobei and said, "Look at your dad's excitement, hahaha." I'm going to pour you a cup of tea, poor boy. ”

With that, she went into the back room.

"Is Lin Zheng there?!" a fat old lady walked into the store.

"My dad is out. Lin Ziqiang raised his head and said.

"When will he be back?" asked the fat old lady.

"I don't know when he's going to come back, what's the matter with your dad. ”

"People in these four miles and eight towns all say that your father Lin Zheng has a good handwriting, and my son's new house has just been built recently, so I want to ask your father to help us write a couplet. The fat old lady said.

"Why do you want to find my dad when you write couplets, I'll just write them for you. Lin Ziqiang suddenly became interested and stood up, "My dad hasn't written for a long time." Recently, I've been helping the villagers write couplets. ”

"You write better than your father?" asked the fat old lady.

Lin Ziqiang squinted at her: "My dad used to write well, but now he can't hold the pen steadily." ”

"That's right. The fat old lady pondered for a moment, "Then you can help me write it, you want to write it for me to look good, this couplet is posted on the door for people to see, this word must be good-looking." ”

"You will give me a hundred thousand hearts. Lin Ziqiang said very confidently, "There is no one around here who writes better than me." ”

After saying that, he went into the back room and took out the red paper.

It just so happened that Zhang Xiumei also came out of the back room with a cup of tea, and she saw that her husband was busy writing couplets again, so she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, and said to the fat old lady: "My husband has been addicted to it since he helped the big cow write a couplet." ”

"What do you know as a woman? Lin Ziqiang glared at his wife, "I'm inheriting culture, and now people are greedy and convenient to buy printed couplets." What is the point of these printed couplets coming out of one mold. This handwritten couplet is different, and every word will not look exactly the same as other couplets, so it is better to buy a couplet than to buy a handwritten couplet. ”

"Yes, yes. The fat old lady hurriedly chimed in, "My son said the same thing. ”

"Do you have any prepared words?" Lin Ziqiang asked.

"We don't have a high level of education, and we don't know what words to make up, so you can help us draw up a couplet with good intentions. The fat old lady said.

"Then 'the earth is long and the sky is happy, the year is full of life and happiness', and the horizontal criticism is 'auspicious and wishful'. Lin Ziqiang said.

"Good, good. The fat old lady nodded in approval.

Lin Ziqiang dipped a brush in ink.

Brush brush brush wrote.