- To be Ruan Luo's deputy, you only need to help him do the things of copying and accounting and abacus, and give full play to the role he can play as a "tool", and he can get a monthly remuneration of three hundred taels of silver, which is simply a pie in the sky.

Compared with the monthly salary of the Kyoto bureaucracy, all the income of grain, rice, cloth, tea, wine, etc. was converted into silver, and three hundred taels of silver was almost the monthly salary of a first-class official in the dynasty.

Of course, salaries can't just be compared like this. Not to mention that the families of important members of the imperial court have some private property, and those who have been prosperous in their official careers are not a businessman who can be valued for copper and silver to replace their identity? These two types of people cannot be weighed on the same scale, and it is a big mistake to compare the income of businessmen with the income of bureaucrats.

Shi Yi had a big character on his back, lying in the corner of the corridor in the vestibule of Ye Zhengming's house. He also did not allow anyone to lower the rain curtain on the cloister, so that the faint warmth of the sun near noon would shine on him. All morning, he spent the whole morning with a pile of books that smelled of must, as if his body was beginning to mold, and he was huddled together with his clothes and laid to bask in the sun.

Of course, his face was covered with a tender lotus leaf, blocking the sun. The lotus leaves in late spring are not wide, but the fragrance of these slightly immature leaves is much better than that of the old lotus leaves.

The lotus leaves were picked by him in the small pond in the backyard of the Ye family, and they had not yet fully opened, and the half-rolled leaves were upturned on his face. If someone else walks by him at this time, it is not difficult to see from the side angle that he did not close his eyes and take a nap, but opened his eyes to look at the tender green lotus leaves close at hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his face changed slightly.

Three hundred taels of silver, estimated at the price of today's Kyoto, is equivalent to 150,000 yuan in the era when he stayed in his previous life. In this way, the annual salary is only 1.5 million, which does not seem to be ridiculously high.

But the biggest difference between this life and the previous life is that buying a house is not so expensive. In this era, there are no high travel expenses, car fees, travel expenses, and various electronic appliances. Insurance or something, if the annual salary of 1.5 million yuan is all spent on living and eating, you can live a rich life.

So prices can be compared to some things. There is still an unbridgeable gap between this life and the previous life.

Moreover, the monthly salary of 150,000 yuan was the opportunity for him to be hired when he met Ruan Luo.

Today's Kyoto, although in everyone's words, is a good life, but from Shi Yi's point of view, it is just barely enough to eat. Ordinary people don't have to live a life like they did more than ten years ago, but the level of eating meat at the dinner table has not fully spread to every household.

So. The employment conditions that Ruan Luo gave him were still at the top of the industry pyramid in the world, in Nanzhao Kyoto.

It's just that......

Shi Yi moved his fingers that were a little numb on the corridor, and smiled bitterly in his heart: This money is really not easy to come by. It was only a few days after Ruan Luo was on errand, and all ten fingers were so stiff that they were close to losing their strength. If it continues like this, will it become a handicap? If he really became a hand handicap, can he be cured with the medical level of this era?

But something seems wrong...... Didn't Ruan Luo come over like this before, before he was burned to the ground a few days ago, he wasn't well? Why should the same thing fall on you? Are you so unconfident that you will become disabled?

As soon as his thoughts reached this point, Shi Yi suddenly felt a chill on his face, and the lotus leaf covering his eyes was suddenly taken away. Immediately after that, the dazzling sunlight was like a waterfall, and he almost made affectionate eye contact with the sun in the sky, and his eyes were almost blinded.

Before he could come back to his senses and ask who it was, he heard the voice of the scourge: "Little Stone." You're doing bad things again! actually folded lotus leaves, and the lotus roots in the pond will rot by the roots! ”

As soon as Shi Yi heard Ye Nuonuo's crisp and loud voice, it was impossible for the thoughts in the dark path to continue in a quiet environment, so he had to sit up straight, raise his hands and rub his forehead. Said slowly: "Obviously you're doing bad things, okay?" Suddenly removing my shaded leaves like this would cause permanent sunburn to my eyes. ”

Ye Nono, who was standing in the grass under the cloister, noticed the word "permanence" in his words, and felt a little unfamiliar, and the stubborn meaning on her face had calmed down before, and suddenly turned into a serious expression. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly asked, "Is it irreversible?" ”

Shi Yi was stunned for a moment before he understood what her words meant, but he only nodded, and then his attention turned to the side. Not far away, a woman in a light green cotton shirt slowly walked over with a wheelchair, and the young man sitting in the wheelchair was also wearing loose and comfortable cotton clothes, but with thick cloth bands tied on both hands, it didn't look very comfortable.

Sitting in a wheelchair was Ruan Luo, who was burned by picking up the ashes with his bare hands a few days ago. The one pushing the wheelchair was Mo Ye, Ruan Luo's sister-in-law.

Without waiting for the two to approach, Shi Yi withdrew his gaze, stared at Ye Nuonuo in front of him, and said with a stern expression: "I heard that under the auspices of Uncle Ye, you and Ruan Luo have already made a marriage. Don't you think that the person who is helping him push the wheelchair now should be you? ”

When it comes to this, in fact, Ye Nuonuo is also a little weak-hearted, which is also something she has been entangled in. But since she finally handed over the position behind the wheelchair to Mo Ye, she figured it out or let go of any concerns.

The expression on his face was only slightly stagnant, and Ye Nuonuo quickly found a way to fight back, pouting and saying: "I'm young and weak, I can't push it!" Brother Little Stone, you have so many ghost ideas in your head, why don't you think about it, how to make that chair lighter? In this way, I can also push my wheelchair around, and you don't have to be chased everywhere by Brother Ruan. ”

"Please, please remove the words 'small' and 'head' every time Miss Ye calls me, add a big character to it, and respect me, okay?" Although he said this, at the end of the words, Shi Yi couldn't help laughing. Yeno was born with a pistachio, often speaking surprisingly, which he found quite amusing. It's just that this kind of fun, in the eyes of some people in this era, is an act that is unreserved and unethical.

After a slight pause, Shi Yi raised his hand to support his cheeks, tilted his head to look at Ye Nuonuo's bright eyes that still had an expectant look, and said slowly: "If you want to make the wheelchair lighter, it's not impossible to ......."

A French word, deliberately prolonging the syllable, but delaying the next sentence.

Ye Nuonuo couldn't help it, and squatted down on the grass in front of the cloister, hoping to get closer to Shi Yi sitting on the cloister. to express her eagerness to know.

In this way, she was originally standing in a condescending posture, but at this time, she was a little like the little white rabbit looking up at Shi Yi's feet, a little pitiful. Waiting for the breeder to throw out the carrots, no, waiting to be told the answer.

"There is a limit to the load-bearing capacity of wooden boards. If you want to make the wheelchair lighter, you can only change the small pattern. Shi Yi shaved his chin, and there were a few fluffs that had just emerged. Although his soul is a mature man who is close to thirty years old, after his inexplicable crossing, the body he occupies is now only fifteen years old, and his jaw is still smooth. Hesitate slightly. He added: "If it is really changed, this wheelchair will not be able to sit as an adult, and it will be able to bear it with a girl as small as you to play." However, when the time comes, it will become Ruan Luo pushing you. ”

Ye Nono suddenly stood up straight from the ground. Liu raised his eyebrows, and said in an unfriendly tone: "You want to play me, right?" ”

Shi Yi showed an innocent expression on his face, and said seriously: "What I said is the truth. ”

Ye Nuonuo's eyebrows were slightly flattened, but the questioning look on his face was heavier, "How do I feel that you are just turning a corner to play me?" ”

……

No longer looking at Mo Ye's side, the scene that entered Shi Yi's line of sight was the tomb in front of him that had grown a thick layer of thatch. Because there are no corpses in it, to be exact, this is just a mound?

This year's spring came nearly a month earlier than last year, and the thatch that withered and yellowed in the depths of winter has been covered by the tender green stubble that has just grown. Some of the thatched grass has even begun to pluck the tender ears.

Shi Yi looked at the grass on the tomb stack swaying in the wind, and couldn't help but imagine that when the thatched ears grew old, white velvet flowers bloomed, and this area was mostly buried with poor people, so there were few monuments to the wild cemetery. It's sure to be beautiful.

The white thatch flowers float like mist on the blue thatch leaves, and when the wind blows, they are like snow foam from the ground to the sky, and like the white thatch that is renovated every year in early summer.

If there is another fog in the morning, then the realm is even better. It seems that sometimes the dead are more likely to pick a place to live than the living, maybe because of the difference in life and death, the realm naturally becomes different, right? Shi Yi thought so in his heart, and looked around Siye again.

The two figures that Mo Ye was chasing after Wu Shu had already left this area, but Shi Yi did not wait for her to leave as soon as he said to Mo Ye just now, and he also went back, but sat down cross-legged in front of Mo Ye's clothes and mounds for Lin Shan.

After a moment of silence, Shi Yi suddenly sighed softly: "Mr. Lin, why did you die suddenly?" ”

In the tone in which he said this, it was difficult to find a trace of sadness, but the mood of the game was more obvious. It seems that Lin Shan's death does not represent a life that melts away, but a hard standard setting in the game, and it is nothing after it, but it can be repeated.

After saying the sentence just now, Shi Yi was silent for a long time, he seemed to be thinking about something. In this kind of silent thinking, he suddenly folded a thatch, held it in his mouth, pursed his lips and loosened them, and his eyes looked down at the tip of the blade of grass and shook.

He was a little distracted, and he reached out into his arms again, and he didn't take out anything for a long time, but he came back to his senses, smiled to himself, and said secretly: Without cigarettes, it's impossible to even play with a lighter, this kind of man's hard work, Mr. Lin, will you have it?

Shi Yi didn't know, because in the few times he had only seen Lin Shan, he had never seen Lin Shan light a cigarette with a fire fold.

"Fire lights smoke, smoke makes fire, it seems that many things have a cause and effect, maybe when you are in a part, you can't see it for the time being, but looking at it, it's still the same truth." Shi Yi spoke softly, and when he said this, he paused slightly, and looked into the distance, watching the number of people burning money and sweeping tombs in the wild cemetery gradually increased, and the smoke became thicker.

I don't know if these incinerated money can go with the smoke and really become a currency that can be used in the underworld?

In the past, Shi Yi felt that this statement was pure fantasy, and it was still a very boring fantasy, he only admitted that after the paper was burned, it would turn into ashes, or the worst potash fertilizer, but it was the large area of forest that was burned every year because of the Qingming tomb sweeping and lighting candles and burning paper, which was the most obvious loss of economic materials.

Fortunately, a certain consciousness in the tomb sweeping culture, for some reason, is quite deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in today's era when science is very outdated.

It may be that the people of this era do not have more means of making a living than the people of the era in which they lived. It mainly relies on the natural environment of the mountains and forests to store water and cultivate the living conditions, so that people are more dependent on and consciously protect the largest natural facilities such as forests.

Of course, this kind of advanced thinking may still be advocated by someone in the world. That's why it's time to participate in the laws of this era, not only the ordinary people have this kind of consciousness, but the Kyoto Prefecture has also trained a group of officers and soldiers, and even the natural lightning and forest fires have been sent by the government to put out fires in time.

But if there are really advanced ideas from another world, or to be more precise, the future world, to participate in the construction of the current world in advance across time, is it really no problem? Won't it be quietly erased by the inherent course of history?

Because something happened to him, Shi Yi often couldn't help but start thinking about some questions. If these questions were left on him in the past, he would definitely feel ridiculous, belonging to the kind of dreamy images that only girls love to imagine.

But now, Shi Yi can be sure. When I opened my eyes three years ago, I was not still in a dream, but I was indeed living in reality, but in another real world.

Although there are many problems in this world, it is not as good as the world in which I used to live, and the main cause of the problems. It's just two words: backwardness.

But at least I'm still alive, I still have five senses and action, and I can make friends and do what I love.

If you were still in the same world, you should be dead, right?

No matter how advanced the medical science in that world is, it should not be able to save the serious injury of the brain stem from being penetrated by lead bullets......

"Paralysis, the last breath of air I breathed in my previous life. I have to pay for the pain of my head being pierced by two bullets at the same time, and that head should be more ugly than a broken watermelon, but fortunately, in this life, this pair of flesh and bones is not bad, and if it grows for a few years, it will not be worse than in the previous life. ”

Shi Yi, who was muttering to himself, couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the back of his head, and secretly thought: It's better to be alive. No matter how much money I have in front of me, I won't do that again. Making money with your life is not called making money, right! There is no point in earning the reward that is not spent.

It's just that in his previous life, his job search resume was really too weak, and he didn't treat retired special forces as talents...... Fortunately, he died in his previous life. Although the mental memory is still there, and I still feel a little chilling in retrospect, it is already a blessing in misfortune that I did not hold a disability certificate and continue to live in my previous life and rely on welfare.

But how did you get here?

If there is a god who controls this qiē, then what is the reason for coming here, or the obligation, of oneself?

Will I be sent back if I don't do it within the allotted time? Or is it a violation of the rules of the game, and it will be erased from time and space without a reason and no buffer period?

Alas...... In my previous life, I listened to those IT maniacs who dressed like neurotics, predicting that in 2202, the holographic game warehouse would technically be able to achieve the ability to search for brainwaves to participate in the registration of game accounts, and 90% of human beings would be immortal in the virtual world.

Although the world in which I lived in my previous life, medical technology has reached the point where it can search for memory fragments from vegetative brain cells, crack many forged suicide notes by this means, and provide many silent evidence to the police, but after 47 years, can this technology really evolve to the kind of state that those IT lunatics say?

If he hadn't died, he might have been able to see that even in an environment where humans have to inhale industrial oxygen for two hours a day to breathe normally for a day, it shouldn't be difficult for him to live to be seventy or eighty years old with his physique honed by special forces training in his previous life.

That's it, that's it, although many things in this era are very backward, such as a common cold and fever, a problem that can be solved by a pill in a previous life, is likely to kill people in this era, but this era does not need to inhale industrial oxygen every day, and if you don't get sick, you need to take amino acid pills every day, and there are no perverted firearms that can implode after hitting people in this era...... It's already pretty good.

It's just that this qiē is really real, not a re-enactment? But why can't I find the slightest physical evidence that can confirm the existence of this era?

Or is this era parallel to the era in which I live, so the history in the textbooks cannot be used and attached to the present world?

But if you do something that violates the rules of time and space in such an era, will you be ruthlessly erased? Although this time and space may have nothing to do with the future life in which you live, there must still be a future life that is derived from this life, because the backwardness of the society and culture of this world is too inconsistent with the development process of human civilization.

As long as there is industry that helps the scientific process, the science that I was exposed to in my previous life will definitely be reproduced, and it is only a matter of time difference.

If the subsequent development results of the present world have been formed, then with one's own strength, even if it strangely transcends the time layer, it is impossible to change the historical antecedents, and it is likely that when you try to do so, you will be erased by the power of the historical process of self-preservation.

If you want not to violate the rules, you must first understand the order of the rules, but what is the historical process of this world? It doesn't seem to have much to do with the history I learned in my previous life.

Except that most of the lines and words are the same, the names of the objects are roughly the same, and some of the institutional titles are also roughly the same - but these are all laws that must be found in the society constituted by human beings, just as cigarettes in the past life can travel to every corner of the earth, and every country has a government department - but the origin of this era, the change of dynasties, and even the ancient myths are different from what I learned in my previous life.

Even in the geographical territory of the activities of this era, there are some places that are different from the previous life.

In addition to the sun and moon overhead, the soil that can be planted under your feet, and the ocean to the east can clearly confirm that you still live on Earth.

Shi Yi looked up at the sky, then at the tomb in front of him, and said in a daze: "Mr. Lin, are you really dead?" ”

This question was also asked by Mo Ye in his heart more than once in the way of sitting in front of the grave. It's just that when Mo Ye asked this question, the cause tended to be more of an expression of mood, mainly sad, and mixed with some disbelief. And Shi Yi asked, the starting point was one of his assumptions.

The foundation of the Lin family's old mansion was burned to a ruin, Shi Yi secretly went to see it, although he couldn't imagine the whole picture of the original checkpoints in the house, but these institutions were built on the ground, and some of the graphic science contained in them didn't seem to be quite like the architectural rules of the world.

Because Shi Yi's architecture in his previous life was only a little scratchy, he couldn't completely determine whether Lin Shan was from the same place as him.

However, until he found the sword, the soft sword embedded in the belt that Lin Shan would never take off, his concept changed a little, and an idea that he was about to give up was picked up by him again.

The hilt of the sword had been burned, but the body had not melted, but it had been soaked with some of the iron of this era, and after cooling, it was welded with a few stones. If Shi Yi hadn't recognized the small section of the sword exposed, the scale letters revealed, maybe he would have ignored such a thing like the officers and soldiers of Kyoto Prefecture who were doing aftermath work on the foundation of the Lin family's old mansion back then.

In Shi Yi's eyes, Lin Shan's sword can no longer be called a sword, but a drawing ruler.

When Shi Yi quietly pried away the iron block connected to the stone, spent a lot of money, found an iron shop to melt it, and was able to take out the "sword", the iron shop owner was also greatly relieved. Because he also thought that it was a ruler, not a murder weapon, so he helped Shi Yi melt this piece of iron, which was not considered a violation of today's law.

Shi Yi can easily see this ruler in his previous life, it is a common item for architects, there are lighter quality of silicified plastic material, as well as steel plate material specially used for field surveys, Lin Shan's ruler belongs to the latter, and with this quality, even in the previous life, it is also a genuine double material of the best steel.

In the past, when Shi Yi had not yet retired, in the process of field survival training, he and several comrades-in-arms used this kind of steel ruler as both a measuring tool and a barbecue stick, and the double steel was tough, stainless steel, and did not conduct heat -- the key is that it was definitely not a product of the era in which he was reborn after death.

It's just that I don't know what utensils Lin Shan used, so he actually opened a sharp edge for this steel ruler.