When he got off work, Wu Jie planned to find a few books about dreams and go home. Looking at it, there don't seem to be too many books about dreams in the library, only a few Freud, and the birdman's "Interpretation of Dreams" is full of a theory: the surname is hungry.

Dreams are a manifestation of people's surname psychology in their sleep?

Blinded my eyes!

After thinking about it, I still found a copy of "History of the Ming Dynasty".

It is estimated that the lack of food and clothing in the dream left a deep impression on him, and after work, Wu Jie generously went to buy a grilled chicken and two bottles of beer.

After going home, I watched two more episodes of the shit-like "The Temptation of Going Home", Mango Channel's TV series is really ugly, but the ratings are ridiculously high, and I don't know what the reason is.

After eating the grilled chicken, drinking the beer again, reading a few pages of "History of the Ming Dynasty", and looking at the wound on his finger, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in his head, as if he had grasped something.

To be honest, I don't seem to be doing well in the real world. Before the age of twenty, he thought that I was born to be useful, and I Wu was born to do great things. But after twenty, looking at the sea of people on the street, and being hit by reality, Wu Jie had to sadly realize that he was just an ordinary person.

Now there is a chance to have another life in my dreams. In this way, wouldn't it mean that I would be a human being in two lifetimes and start all over again.

In that world, he has a history of more than 400 years beyond his contemporaries, and it would be strange if he couldn't get his head out.

Perhaps, this is a little compensation from God, where my Wu Festival is still a blank piece of paper, and there are too many things to fill in. In that case, what's the point of messing around like this?

Closing the book, Wu Jie felt that his thoughts had finally been understood.

With a hint of a smile, brush your teeth, wash your feet, and go to bed.

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It's a mutant crossing, right?

In front of me is the dilapidated hut again, it is estimated that the sick body is just recovering, Wu Jie is also late, look outside, it is said that it is in the middle of the sky, it should be about eleven o'clock at noon.

Since you are determined to live well in this dream, you have to figure out the current environment you are in.

Like all buildings in Sichuan of this era, this small wooden house has a wooden frame, and the walls are made of bamboo hedges, pasted with a layer of yellow mud and coated with lime.

The house is located at the root of the wall of Shuiximen in Xinjin County, and the window is facing the moat. The warm winter sun shines on the water, and the light reflects into the house, making everything seem extremely clear.

Because of this, this is the first time that Wu Jie has seen the situation in the house clearly.

It is estimated that it is leaning on the moat, the water vapor is heavy, and there is a strange smell of ** in the house. The lime coating on the walls had almost fallen off, revealing the yellow mud and straw inside.

It's winter, so it's not a pleasure to be in it, but even then, it's unknown how long you'll be able to stay here. And this house is still rented, according to Mozi, the rent is about to expire, if he can't pay the rent by then, I'm afraid that he Wu Dagongzi will sleep on the street.

Recalling the wealth and glory when he was in Nanjing, even if it was a dream, Wu Jie couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, through the leaky wall, I saw a figure flashing in the courtyard outside.

Then there was smoke rising from the cooking, and the occasional cough of moths.

I think it's time to make lunch.

In modern society, Wu Jie's parents died early, and he has been an orphan since he was fifteen years old, and he is used to living alone. But here, there is an extra maid and a little wife for no reason, which makes him feel ridiculous.

It's not that the moth treats herself badly, like all the immature little women in the world, the moth sometimes has a little temper, but it can be seen that she still cares about herself.

But no matter what, he couldn't get into it and accept this woman who suddenly appeared.

"Maybe I'm not used to it, God is really kind to me, let me have a different life, and gave me an underage girl as a wife!" He touched his chin with a wry smile.

At this time, the sound of the landlord, Aunt Niu and Moth, talking to each other, sounded in the yard.

Both of them lowered their voices, for fear of being heard by Wu Jie in the house.

"Moth, the young master is awake, how is it today?" Aunt Niu is a kind woman, and she cares about Wu Jie and Moth.

"The heat on the young master's body has completely subsided, and his spirit is better, and he can already walk on the ground."

"Amitabha, the young master is finally ready. It seems that the medicine in Na Lang is still very good, and he has to take a few more doses to consolidate it. By the way, what did Mr. say when you went to Langzhong just now? ”

"Aunt Niu, the moth didn't go at all." Looking through the gap in the wall, Mozi lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he raised his head and said: "That Langzhong is the best doctor in Xinjin, and each prescription costs three dollars of silver, we ...... We don't have enough money. ”

"Three coins of silver...... How much money is left? ”

"I still have one penny and thirty-four wen left, and I will pay the rent soon, and I have to keep it for Aunt Niu. But...... Even if next month's rent is paid, what will we do next month, is it not a way for our family to eat or drink, so it is not a way! After Mozi finished speaking, he suddenly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Aunt Niu, please ask you for one thing, you can sell me." ”

"Ah, sold!" Aunt Niu took a few steps back, with a look of surprise: "Ah, no." Moth, do you dislike your young master, or do you fall in love with another good family and want to get out of this sea of suffering? Child, I know that you have seen a lot of your young masters, and you are a girl who looks so smart, even I like it when I see it. I'm not afraid that you will be too careful, your young master is a little stupid, and he has wronged you. ”

"No, no." The moth cried quietly, knelt on the ground, and her shoulders twitched: "Aunt Niu, since I entered the Wu family, I have cried and made trouble, and I also want to go over to seek death." However, if we want to leave, we will leave as early as Nanjing, when we were raided. But I just didn't go away like everyone else. and accompanied the young master all the way to Sichuan.

At the beginning, the old man bought me with force, and the moth hated the Wu family. However, my moth's body has already been given to the young master. Although I am a lowly little girl, I also know that it will always end. Now that Aunt Niu said such things, even if the moth died immediately, she couldn't close her eyes. Aunt Niu, no matter how strong the young master and I are, it is not a way to support ourselves. It's better to sell the moth, get a few dozen taels of silver, and let the young master do some small business, there is always a way to live. If it goes on like this, won't you sit back and wait for death? No! ”

Aunt Niu helped the moth up: "Moth, since you said that you are a chaste woman, why do you want to let the old body sell you?" ”

The moth suddenly smiled desolately, but did not speak.

"Idiot, idiot!" Aunt Niu hugged the moth and cried: "Aunt Niu understands, you have a heart that will die." I know your thoughts, the front foot gets silver, and the back foot you moth will go to the water to kill yourself in search of that stupid thing.

Don't say stupid things about whether you die or not. Even if you are sold, what can you do if you get money, you can't make your son stay like that. Even if you give him a mountain of gold, you will starve to death. Let's think long-term, you owe next month's rent first, when you have money, when you give it to me. ”

"Aunt Niu, now that it's all like this, how can I think about it, the young master is critically ill, my heart is broken, and now I can't move!"

"Poor baby!" Aunt Niu's eyes were red.

The two of them didn't care about alarming Wu Jie in the house, and hugged their heads and cried.

This situation fell into the eyes of Wu Jie in the house, and this atmosphere was so depressing that he was a little out of breath.

Looking outside, the moth's thin body trembled, and the slender waist branch seemed to be broken at any moment.

"Fuck, it's a dream, it's not real, it's not." Even though I thought so, there was hot liquid oozing out of the corners of my eyes.

After crying for a long time, Moth straightened up, stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, gritted his teeth and said: "Aunt Niu, you have been looking at our kindness Moth in your eyes and remembering it in your heart for a while, how can you owe you rent." Rest assured, it's not impossible. The young master of my family has a marriage contract with the Tang family, and the Tang family is a prominent family in this county, if he marries a young lady from his family, he will have a good life in the future. ”

"But ......" Aunt Niu hesitated for a moment and said with concern: "Mozi, you returned to your hometown this time to complete the marriage of Young Master Wu." But it's been half a month since I arrived in Xinjin, and the famous thorn has also been handed over, but the Tang family has never come. Estimated to be ......"

"No, it won't." As if to comfort himself, a layer of dark clouds shrouded between the moth's eyebrows: "Wasn't my young master bedridden a while ago, it is estimated that the Tang family also knew about it, and only waited for the young master to get well before he came to talk about marriage." Now, the young master can already walk on the ground, why don't I go to the Yang family again? ”

"Yes, you can go and ask." Aunt Niu sighed.

"The young master should also wake up, I'll bring him food." Moth picked up a small wooden tub from the laundry counter in the yard.

"That's all you eat?"

"There's no rice left...... Just a bite of wild vegetable soup. The moth's eyes were red, and he was about to cry again.

"What a wreck!"

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