Chapter 1 Sweet Potato Sellers

Hu Ding pulled a cart of sweet potatoes and staggered towards his home, which he bought back from the first pot of gold he dug up after graduating from college. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoAlthough it is a bit embarrassing for college students to do this, people always have to live, right? If you don't work, you'll starve to death.

Hu Ding comforted himself while walking towards the temporary rented place, the consequence of having no money was that he had to go home early in the morning and pull a cart of sweet potatoes home by himself in the morning market.

On the highway in the early morning, there was no one quietly, at this time, a dazzling light came, Hu Ding looked at the oncoming lights with a frightened face, and only had time to shout I damn, and he didn't know anything.

When he woke up from his slumber and opened his eyes, it was a verdant leaf, and he wanted to turn over and do it, but with this movement, his whole body was soft, Hu Ding shook his head, and then he recalled what happened before he fainted.

"Damn, drive so hard, rush to reincarnate, I hope this guy who drives will bump into a big truck as soon as he turns a corner!!" Hu Ding muttered and scolded.

But as soon as he finished scolding, there was a sudden moan in his ears, Hu Ding was stunned, he struggled to get up from the ground, but this glance made him stunned on the spot.

Everything in front of him was still the asphalt road that Hu Ding was familiar with, and the whole thing was a muddy dirt road, and on this road, his flatbed truck borrowed to pull sweet potatoes overwhelmed three or four people in strange costumes, and the hands that emerged from under the car were still holding a bright steel knife.

"Hit, beat, rob? My day, why am I so unlucky? I just got hit by a car, and I met a robber," Hu Ding looked at with some panic. Turn around and want to slip away. But as soon as he turned around, a low moan came from not far behind him.

Hu Ding's leg that was about to step away stopped, he looked in the direction of the moan, this time, he was startled by the situation in front of him, only to see a bloodstained person under the tree not far away, and what made Hu Ding frightened was not the guy's blood, but this guy's face that made him extremely familiar, small eyes with single eyelids, and an ordinary appearance thrown into the pile, all of which were ordinary appearances, but this ordinary appearance made Hu Ding's heart uneasy, because this face was his own face in the mirror every day!

Hu Ding looked at the man with his head sideways, and spit out drops of blood in his mouth, knowing that this person was afraid that he would not be able to do it, he hurriedly retreated to the back, Nima was killed, and it was unclear if he was caught by the police after a while

However, as soon as Hu Ding retreated, he accidentally kicked a broken knife on the ground, and with a bang, it made the man leaning against the tree open his eyes.

The man's eyes, which were originally godless, shone with excitement after seeing Hu Ding. He opened his chapped mouth and shouted weakly, "Please, help me, help me,"

The man said, driven by the desire to survive, but sat up.

Originally, Hu Ding still wanted to save him, but when he saw his appearance, if he was stained with blood, he couldn't tell it clearly. Suddenly frightened and retreated, "This big brother, brother is just passing by, I will promise to call you 120 later,"

Just kidding, this man still has a knife in his hand, so close, in case he gets emotional and wants to find someone to accompany him before he dies, am I not looking for death? Hu Ding thought secretly in his heart.

Curiosity kills the cat, what did I look at just now, if I just left, wouldn't it be a long time coming? Whatever he does, I'm better off with thirty-six plans.

Hu Ding made up his mind and slowly retreated, but this accidentally, stepping on the sludge on the ground, his foot slipped, and he fell down.

With a whoosh, the big knife stabbed straight into the man's heart. The man's eyes looked straight at Hu Ding, but his head was tilted and he didn't move.

"Damn, what the hell did I kill? I just fell," a frightened Hu Ding jumped up from the ground and turned his head to escape.

But after running a few steps, he stopped, because only now, the careless Hu Ding discovered the abnormality, that is, none of the people lying on the ground were wearing modern clothes like him, but all of them were dressed in coarse cloth costumes, and their heads were tied in buns.

Do you make a movie? Hu Ding curiously walked to the few people lying on the ground, and he immediately denied it, because these people were full of wounds and couldn't die anymore, it was impossible to make a movie, and no one would dress like this now. The only result, that is possible, Hu Ding he crossed the ......

After Hu Ding spent half an hour and ate a piece of hot sweet potato, he finally accepted the result.

But when he looked at the bloody guy just now, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, the only living person in this piece, who still looked very similar to himself, actually let him inadvertently kick himself to death. When I first came to the new world, I was involved in a life lawsuit. I have to say that Hu Ding is sad enough.

Hu Ding stabilized the turmoil in his heart. touched the few dollars on his body, and then looked at the people lying on the ground, in this place, the yuan can't be spent as money, the sky and the earth are big, not as big as their own lives. Thinking of this, Hu Ding gritted his teeth, and he couldn't care about being afraid, and groped up from these people.

He looked at the few pieces of broken silver scattered on the ground, as well as a few letters, and the rest was a necessary guide for people in the Ming Dynasty to go out. After a while, he figured out the situation, and it turned out that the current Hu Ding was in Shanxi near Beizhili. That is, now Shanxi is close to the mountainous area of Hebei, here is the business road often walked by Beizhili and Shanxi people, and the few people on the ground wearing tattered clothes are the mountain kings of this area, and the guy who looks like himself next to him is actually the nursing home of a large family in Shunde Mansion in Beizhili!!

What are you kidding, this guy's clothes are much better than the group of people named Hanako who were pressed under the car next to him, and it's just a nursing home? Hu Ding has always wondered if he is the son of a big family or something.

He looked at the nursing home called Yang Quan on the road, carefully stripped off the clothes on this person's body, endured nausea, and put this person's clothes on the outside of the clothes.

Even the hair on his head was burned with a torch. He wrapped his head in a cloth. I put away all these things I had scavenged, put them in my pocket, looked at the sweet potatoes all over the ground, and couldn't help frowning, because according to Hu Ding's scattered historical memory, it seems that in this era, it seems that the famine is very fierce, and these sweet potatoes in my hands, if operated properly, may not be able to save my life in the future! Hu Ding has this confidence, and that is because Hu Ding's major in university is this unpopular agriculture!

But this road leads to a guy named Yang Quan, what is the escort? Hu Ding curiously walked to the overturned carriage next to his sweet potato cart, and carefully checked it on the cart, but what made him depressed was that there was very little grain left on the cart except for a few broken sacks on it, and the others were just sacks full of sand.

Day, just these few broken sacks of grain, what kind of rich people are loaded, look, they are remembered by the robbers, they don't have that ability, what kind of strong men are they pretending to be. Isn't this a hell of looking for death? Could this guy be sick in the head?

Hu Ding shook his head and came to the side of the carriage, and his eyes lit up at this time, because the carriage had only flipped over on the side of the road, and the horse and cart were not damaged. Why don't you use this wagon and transport this sweet potato back? Thinking of this, Hu Ding moved the horses on the carriage to the side, turned the cart on the ground right, and loaded the sweet potatoes from his flat cart and the pocket grain into the cart.