"Hybrid, a dog bastard with no father and no mother! Wang Qian's Lego must have been stolen by you! Hurry up and confess! A group of little overlords blocked the seven-year-old Zhang Qian behind the teaching building and waved wicker to pump wildly. He brandished his schoolbag and resisted desperately, but his thigh was still pumped one after another, and every blow hurt his heart.

Suddenly someone stumbled under his feet, and he fell on his back to the sky, and all the overlords cheered and rushed up. At this moment, a heavenly voice sounded in mid-air, "What are you doing?" What is this? Believe it or not, I'm going to find you parents?! ”

The little overlords dispersed in a hurry, and the next moment, Aunt Liu, the director of the orphanage, walked to Zhang Qian's side, gently helped him up, and patted the dirt off his body, "Okay, don't cry." Manly man, blood, sweat and tears! ”

"Auntie, I'm not a dog mongrel!"

"It's not!"

"What about my mom and dad? Why don't they want me anymore? ”

"No one is willing to throw away their children, they probably lost you by accident. Now I'm in a hurry to find you all over the world? You study hard, get into a good university, become a graduate student, and do a doctorate. One day they'll see you on TV, and they'll find it themselves! "Dean Aunt Liu's words are always so reasonable, so warm, as warm as cough syrup, that he quickly put away his tears.

A gust of wind blew, and the dean suddenly disappeared.

Uncle Zhang in the communication room suddenly rushed to the seventeen-year-old Zhang Qian and stuffed an old Austrian mobile phone into his hand, "Your aunt is in the hospital, she wants to see you." You kid, why are you so heartless? Look at how sick she is?! ”

"Auntie?" Hesitantly looking at his phone, the screen showed the dean's haggard face. All around, it was snow-white, like a thick fog on an early autumn morning.

Throwing the phone back to Uncle Zhang, he ran to a bicycle, jumped on it, and galloped.

The hospital was getting closer and closer, and a wolf suddenly rushed from the side and opened its bloody mouth towards his thigh.

The bike falls to the ground.

The hospital collapsed like dominoes before his eyes, then was blown away like pieces of paper by the wind.

A photo was carried by the wind and flew in front of him, it was Aunt Liu before she got sick, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, short hair and shoulder-length. However, around the photo, there is a black frame that is eye-catching.

"Aunt Liu—" Zhang Qian shouted and stretched out his hand, but the photo shattered at his fingers and turned into a cloud of stars.

The wolf pounced on him and opened his jaws wide open.

"Ahh

Wolves, bicycles, and fallen trees are gone, and all that catches your eye are the four walls illuminated by the morning light and the bronze carved wooden windows.

The rippling sunlight shines through a thin layer of linen window paper, shining into the room, leaving a beautiful picture on the bronze wooden floor.

"Ahh

It was the fifth day of coming to the Tang Dynasty, and the wound on his thigh that was scratched by the evil wolf had already scabbed, but he still woke up in the same nightmare as when he was in college.

The experience of being bullied by his classmates as a child, and the experience of losing his only loved one in middle school, are imprinted on his heart like a scar on an old tree. I can't think about it, and when I think about it, my heart hurts and hurts. I can't forget that every once in a while, I would walk into his dreams, uncover the wounds again and again, and make his heart bleed.

"If it wasn't for the time travel to the Tang Dynasty, how good it was six years ago!" Trying to move his astringent muscles and bones, Zhang Qian thought wishfully.

In that case, he would be able to accompany Aunt Liu for a few more days, and even have the opportunity to urge Aunt Liu to go for surgery in advance, instead of waiting for him and a few other orphans to finish the college entrance examination. As a result, before they walked into the examination room, Aunt Liu, the kindest and most beautiful woman in the world, died!

There was something hot and spicy, uncontrollably welling up in the corner of his eye. Snorting hard, he pulled the tears back into his stomach and began to straighten his clothes.

Aunt Liu taught him that a man sweats and bleeds without tears. He was taught to live strong, no matter what happens. He was taught that it is better to seek from others than for himself in all things. He was taught not to forget the dignity of being a human being, no matter where he is, and to hold his head high.

Zhang Qian will not forget this, because he knows that in the dark, Aunt Liu has been watching him. Even if he traveled through time and came to the Tang Dynasty more than 1,300 years ago!

"The gangsters are awake!" A glutinous voice suddenly sounded from the door, interrupting his sorrow and regret.

Immediately after, a goose-faced girl of about one meter four or five rushed in with small steps, first saluted him, and then shook off a neatly ironed robe with her hands and feet, and served him to change his clothes.

"I'm not a master!" After all, it belongs to the Huaxia language family, and it is far easier to learn than English, and in just five days, Zhang Qian can already use Tang dialect to do some basic communication with the locals. Struggling to take half a step back, he whispered a corrective voice. "Don't call me Master. Also, just put the clothes on the bed, I'll wear them myself! ”

"Yes, Salty (Immortal)!" The egg-faced girl meekly changed her words, but she refused to stop, first smoothing his robe for him, and then helping him tie a belt inlaid with amber and glass.

"It's not an immortal master either! It's okay to call me Mr. Zhang, or Zhang Shaolang. Not daring to push the girl away with his hands, Zhang Qian blushed and continued to correct, "Let go of the rest, I'll do it myself!" ”

"Don't dare! The servant was assigned by Shao Langjun to the villain. It is a blessing for a servant to be able to serve the evil! The girl knelt down without any guilt, and while explaining, she picked up the washed and dried cloth socks, "Please sit down, and the maid is waiting for the servant to wear her clothes!" ”

The young man's natural reaction when he got up in the morning, which had not yet subsided, was facing the girl's forehead. A sense of guilt immediately came to Zhang Qian's mind. The splitter snatched the socks, and he took half a step across with a red face, and emphasized loudly, "Put it down, put it down, I'll do it myself." I've said it several times, I'm not a master, I'm just a guest who lives in the Zhuangzi! ”

"Salty forgiveness, salty forgiveness!" The egg-faced girl thought that she had called the wrong name, which made the guest so angry, and her face turned pale with fright, and she kowtowed again and again with tears.

Zhang Qian's scalp was numb from crying, and he sat on the edge of the bed helplessly, handing over the cloth socks, "Forget it, you can come!" I can't bother you for a few days anyway! ”

"Thanks for the salty wet!" The egg-faced girl quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, held Zhang Qian's big feet in her arms, and carefully put on the cuffs of her socks.

"I'm not a salty wet ......" Zhang Qian instinctively corrected, and then gave up stupidly, "Forget it, whatever you call." Salty is salty! Anyway, it's no better than salty and wet! ”

"Hmm!" The girl replied softly, and although she was confused, she didn't dare to ask any questions. He continued to pick up his other big foot, put on his socks, and then knelt on the floor to put on his soft-soled mocskin boots.

"As for my shoes, they haven't been ...... yet, forget it, you continue!" Zhang Qian wanted to ask himself if the pair of miscellaneous travel shoes had dried, but the words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them back again.

The girl kneeling on the ground was only thirteen or fourteen years old. In the 21st century, as long as you are not like him, you are unlucky enough to be an orphan, and you must be the pearl of your parents' palms.

In Renjiazhuang, girls are the most humble kind of existence. Including the body, everything belongs to the Ren family. Eating, walking, and doing things must strictly follow a set of rules. The slightest transgression may result in a whip!

However, Zhang Qian's travel shoes, as well as his jeans, blended shirts, vests, underwear and other clothes, have been collected by Ren Fu, the steward of Renjiazhuang, in the name of helping to clean, and have successively sent servants to collect them. Zijuan is not qualified to care at all, and she is not even qualified to inquire!

At first, Zhang Qian didn't pay much attention to this. But since yesterday morning, he has been vaguely aware that the time for washing and drying these clothes is really too long.

You know, it's autumn and it's dry, and even the hardest jeans to dry are long overdue. Not to mention the pure cotton clothes such as vests and underwear?!

However, Zhang Qian doesn't particularly care about the whereabouts of the clothes. According to what he learned one after another, the Ren family was ostensibly a farming heirloom, but in fact the main source of income was business. The old owner of Renfu has a single name and a single character, and his business skills are extraordinary, and there seem to be many shops under his name, and he seems to have been involved in the jewelry and spice trading with Hu merchants in the Western Regions.

Therefore, Zhang Qian felt that it was normal for the steward of Renjiazhuang to be happy with jeans, travel shoes and other clothes, and to study the production methods, materials, or origins. Deep down, Zhang Qian even hoped that Ren Fu could find similar products in Datang. That means that he is not alone in Datang. There are others of the same kind who have also traveled from the 21st century, arriving earlier than him and more adapted to the current social environment.

Of course, it would be better if the little fat man Ren Cong could take the initiative to discuss with him, or explain it later. Zhang Qian's heart will be much more comfortable, and he will have a better impression of Renjiazhuang.

However, according to Zhang Qian's conclusion after repeated observation for several days, although the little fat man Ren Cong is the young man of Renfu, his status in the family can only be regarded as average. There are many things that he can't do at all. Few people listened to what they said. Even, even Ren Quan, Ren 5 and Ren 6, their respect for him is only on the surface.

As for Ren Fu, the steward of Renjiazhuang, and other high-level servants, their attitude towards the little fat man Ren Cong was even more perfunctory. Although they are patient with each other's status levels, they will not fight against him. But the things they are responsible for are not allowed to interfere at all.

And the root cause of the embarrassment of the little fat man Ren Cong's status is completely due to his father Ren Qiong. According to the news that Zhang Qian got from the little fat man, Ren Qiong, the real owner of Renjiazhuang, usually does not live in Zhuangzi at all, but lives in a mansion in the city with the rest of the Ren family.

The little fat man's mother died before he was weaned, and his father soon married a lady surnamed Xue. Mrs. Xue not only managed the family well, but also had a very strong body, and from the second year, she gave birth to a younger sister and three younger brothers to him one after another.

Therefore, the little fat man Ren Qiong did not come to explain and discuss the matter of jeans and travel shoes, and Zhang Qian did not intend to blame him. Anyway, no matter how long it drags on, there will be half a month's effort, and the housekeeper Ren Fu should return his clothes and shoes. And by that time, Zhang Qian should have completely mastered Tang Yin, and took the road guide that the little fat man Ren Cong promised to help solve, and just left calmly.

"Immortal Master, the water is coming, and the servant is waiting for you to clean your face!" Suddenly, the girl's glutinous voice came from her ears, pulling Zhang Qian's thoughts back from a distance again.

"Hmm!" Nodding helplessly, he stood up and walked briskly to the basin stand.

In the basin made of white copper, I don't know when, half a basin of washing water has been loaded. couldn't bear to exploit a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little Lori, Zhang Qian grabbed before the other party made a move, and blocked the basin with his body with lightning speed, and then divided his face by two.

"Immortal Master, the servant is waiting for you to clean your teeth!" The servant girl Zijuan did not snatch him, so she took small steps and walked around to him, and handed over a willow branch stained with salt foam and a cup made of bamboo tubes.

The bamboo tube had already been carefully filled with clean water, and the tip of the willow branch had just been carefully bitten off by Zijuan with his teeth to prevent it from piercing the gums of Zhang Qian's "immortal master".

Although it was not the first day to brush his teeth with willow branches, Zhang Qian was still sick to his stomach by the faint saliva marks on it. As a normal person, he doesn't have a habit of tasting other people's saliva, even if the other party is a young girl who blows like an orchid.

was thinking about how to quietly break off the part of the willow branch that she had kindly bitten without hurting Zijuan's self-esteem, but suddenly heard a clear sound and entered through the window.

"Where's the liar? Take me over and clean him up! Ren Quan, Ren Wu, my father asked you to look at your eldest brother, don't always indulge in these ridiculous things, that's how you look at it?! ”

"The young lady is angry, angry! Young lady, this time the master guarantees that it is true. If you don't believe me, you go and ask the butler. Young lady, oops! The sound of Ren Quan's explanation in the sloppy lang rang out next. Immediately, there was the sound of the human body falling to the ground and exclaiming. (Note: Miss is the title of the Song Dynasty.) In the Tang Dynasty, it was called the little lady and the young lady. It's awkward! ）

"It's a young lady!" Zijuan, who was waiting for Zhang Qian, was so frightened that her face was pale, she covered the cherry mouth with her fingers, and quickly reminded in a gnat-like voice: "If the young lady comes to find her later, don't be angry, immortal master." She is a very reasonable person, yes, she is worried that Shao Langjun will not do his job, so she always wants to manage him! In short, Immortal Master, you should take care of it more, and when Shao Langjun heard the news, he rushed over, he had his own way! ”

"Young lady, but her name is Yingying?" Zhang Qian had long heard from the little fat man Ren Cong that he had a sister named Yingying. At the beginning, I secretly muttered in my heart: It's a pity that this Ren Yingying is not the other Ren Yingying, otherwise, I must get acquainted with her, and by the way, I will take the opportunity to worship Linghu Chong as a brother. Unexpectedly, so soon, Ren Yingying would come to the door!

"Slave, slave and maid dare not call the young lady's maiden name!" Zijuan covered her mouth with her fingers and quickly retreated, her big eyes flickering, like a frightened fawn.

"Bang dang!" Before Zhang Qian could say anything to comfort him, the door of the outhouse was kicked open with his foot. There was a girl in red who swept in like fire!