When Wang Xin woke up, he only felt that his stomach was burning with hunger, and he struggled to open his eyes and wanted to get up and go to the refrigerator to find something to eat first.

However, he couldn't touch the light switch everywhere on the side, and the feel of the bed and the quilt on his body was very different from before.

"What do you touch everywhere, what do you want to do without sleeping at night?"

Just as he was touching it, a low and suppressed angry shout suddenly came from the side.

The frightened Wang Xin immediately stood up and looked to the side, after all, he lived alone all the year round, how could there be other people's voices in the house.

That's when he realized that the situation around him was not right.

With the faint moonlight, Wang Xin can still see the situation around him clearly.

Some wheat straw could still be faintly seen on the rough wall, and there were only one or two pieces of rustic-looking furniture scattered around.

And on the side, a child who was about ten years old was the one who had just spoken and reprimanded.

Looking at this strange environment, strange places and strange people, Wang Xin's heart couldn't help sinking.

He is a hard-working writer who writes advertorials and writes novels part-time, and I don't know how many routines in the novel I have read, and it is impossible for any friends to make such jokes with him.

So, the situation is already relatively clear.

Rebirth is definitely not, he is a standard post-90s generation, and he has never lived in a mud and straw house.

Well, there is only one possibility - crossed.

I just don't know if I have traveled to ancient times or where I have traveled to, but looking at the environment of this house, the landlords and nobles don't have to think much about it, and they are a homesteaders when they die.

"You...... You're hungry!

Come, get some water to drink, and you'll have wild vegetables to eat until morning!"

Wang Tiezhu looked at his little brother holding his stomach in confusion, and the anger of being woken up in the middle of the night disappeared suddenly.

I know that he is hungry, but there is really nothing extra in this house.

You can only pick up a bowl of water from the side and pass it over.

Wang Xin silently took the clay bowl with a gap, and poured two mouthfuls to relieve the dryness of his throat and the fire in his stomach.

Then he whispered thank you, handed the bowl back to him, and then lay down again.

Wang Tiezhu took the bowl and touched the back of his head strangely:

"Why are you thankful for it?

Is the literacy class new!"

But he didn't think much about it, put down the bowl and fell asleep.

Wang Xin was lying on the side, not sleepy at all, and his mind was a mess.

Although he has written a lot of novels, he has also fantasized about the YY plot that swept the world after crossing through rebirth.

But he knew very well that he couldn't even memorize the 300 capitals of Tang poetry, and it would be useless even if he traveled to ancient times.

Needless to say, he only took two exams in college, so how can he talk about the imperial examination.

What's more, looking at the appearance of this house, in ancient times, it didn't look like a school that could afford for the children in the family.

As for what kind of soap is made, I don't know anything about the technology of cement and glass.

Well, it can't be regarded as not knowing at all, at least I know that soap needs oil and alkali, and as for the ratio and what to add, I really don't know.

After all, he doesn't play with handmade soap, how can he know so fine.

When a person suddenly appears in an unfamiliar environment, it is difficult to adapt, let alone sweep the world and make contributions.

Moreover, if in ancient times, once something happened that was very inconsistent with the original owner, it would be possible to be burned to death directly by pouring talisman water into the goddess, or at worst.

Wang Xin was thinking about the possibilities that made him tremble, and at the same time, he was a little sad about the money he had saved.

After saving money for six or seven years, the 100,000 yuan that I finally saved flew like this, if I had known that this was the case, it would be better to live with good food and drink!

For example, I won't rent the 600 yuan a month's small bed anymore, at least I have to change to a small single room for 1,060.

I don't eat a ten-dollar lid for dinner or anything, and I have to change it to fifteen anyway.

Well, that's all he has to offer.

At the thought of pouring covers, Wang Xin only felt that his stomach seemed to be hungrier, and even some saliva was faintly oozing from his mouth.

He knew that it was not that he was gluttonous, but that his current body was too hungry, and he didn't know what the family had become poor, and his son couldn't even eat enough for dinner.

And it doesn't look like I can't eat enough, but I haven't eaten enough.

Wang Xin can feel the bones casually on his body, although slim is what he has always wanted to have since he had a small belly, but what he wants to have is not the skinny slim like now.

The more he thought about it, the more hungry he became, Wang Xin actually saw the Taobao page in his mind in a trance.

And it happens to be displayed on the food classification side, at a glance, it is chicken feet, bread, braised beef, and spicy chicken thighs.

Greedy, he reached out and grabbed the things shown in the picture, originally thought that this illusion would disappear, but he didn't expect to hear a sentence clearly in his mind.

"Home-cooked braised beef 200g, the retail price is 29 yuan 9, do you want to buy it?"

Wang Xin, who heard this voice, suddenly felt a thrill, knowing that this matter was not simple.

I quickly changed it, found the cheapest one-yuan steamed bun, and thought about buying the goods at a loss.

Subsequently, the news of the deduction of one yuan from the Taobao binding account also sounded in his mind, and at the same time as the voice sounded, a palm-sized solid Northeast steamed bun fell into his hand.

Carefully picked up the palm-sized solid Northeast steamed bun, and Wang Xin's hanging heart suddenly settled down with the arrival of the Northeast steamed bun.

Although I don't know if it was a prank by the big guy or because of some other reason that caused him to cross, but since there is Taobao, he should not die of hunger.

But at this time, he didn't care about anything else, because the smell of wheat in the steamed buns had already poured into his nose.

Holding the steamed bun, Wang Xin almost wanted to cry, he never thought that the wheat fragrance of the steamed bun would smell so good, and he never thought that he would swallow saliva on a steamed bun one day.

In the past, he was a person who didn't even like to eat steamed buns.

At this time, Wang Tiezhu on the side suddenly sniffed his nose, rubbed his stomach and opened his eyes, and suddenly found the steamed bun in Wang Xin's hand.

"Steamed buns?

Sanjin, where did you get your steamed buns?"

The voice was low, but there was some eagerness and concern.

Wang Xin was so frightened that his hands shook, and the steamed buns fell directly to the bed.

"I ...... I...... This steamed bun is my ......"

"My grandmother secretly left it to you, my grandmother is too eccentric, but where did my grandmother's family get the white noodles, and they are willing to steam them into steamed buns?"

Wang Tiezhu was a little strange, and touched his stomach with some envy, but he didn't want to snatch Wang Xin's steamed buns.