Tu Tuqiao, the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom, came to Tomato City, and he was attacked by Wei Taiqiang and Yun Mengjie, the local e-sports tycoon of the Lighthouse Country, so his life was very aggrieved.

However, after all, Tu Tu Qiao is a person who does big things, and he knows that if he is entangled in the past, he will definitely not be able to do anything, so that Tu Tu Qiao will spend his main energy on finding a cheap piece of land to build a new e-sports city.

In Tu Tuqiao's mind, as long as he finds such a place, he can let those who like e-sports use the e-sports mobile phones and e-sports computers he bought to train for so long.

For some people in Xuanwu Kingdom, the road of e-sports is still very difficult for them.

Because, to conduct professional esports training, you need a good environment, and someone needs to pay a lot of money.

However, for them, there is no one behind them to cheer them on, and they don't have esports fans until these people become esports players in that profession, and these people don't get tips.

Therefore, these people must earn money for their own expenses through their own diligent labor.

That Wei Taiqiang is a smart person, and that Yun Mengjie and Cao Jiao are even more powerful e-sports clubs, but they can't occupy all the e-sports markets in Xuanwu Kingdom.

That Tutuqiao took Miao Thirty-six and Zhao Ru into their county seat and walked in a township.

These people are riding on that e-sports bus, these people have transformed ordinary station wagons and RVs into e-sports buses, and they carry that e-sports bus with them.

In this way, they finally found a large wasteland in a place called French Fries, where the emperor had been born before.

However, now the emperor has long been buried in the imperial tomb in a large city in that Xuanwu Kingdom.

This is now an ordinary city in Xuanwu Country, although it is a tourist attraction, but except for the locals, the tourism business here is not very good.

The Tutu Bridge took a fancy to this place, because the housing price here is only about 4,000 yuan, and the land here is very cheap.

The Tutu Bridge decided to build a new e-sports city here, and he built it on the scale of 100,000 people.

Now, of course, he is only ready to build a small city that can accommodate three thousand people.

In this fries town, Tutuqiao has more than 200 of his esports players and other support staff occupied.

The steel house was built very outside, but Tu Tuqiao knew that sooner or later it would become one of the e-sports centers of the Xuanwu Kingdom.

Now, the earthen bridge has to get that infrastructure in place first.

He drew a bucket of water from the well next to the door and scooped a few into the pot. After a while, the water boiled, and he mixed cornmeal in it, and served it to the old man.

"We're going to eat rice tonight, Dad," he said. "Well, the polenta is here."

"There's only a little bit of rice left in the basket." The old man said, sitting at the table in the hall and stirring the thick yellow porridge with chopsticks.

But the old man did not hear. He was snoring and drinking porridge from a bowl.

He might even buy some bamboo shoots and beef from the south to mix with vegetables grown in his garden, but only if he has money left over after buying soybean oil and sauce. If he had shaved his head, he might not have been able to buy beef. However, he preferred to shave his head, and he suddenly made up his mind.

He didn't tell the old man and went early in the morning. Although the sky was still dark red, the sun was climbing up the clouds and shining on the dew drops on the growing wheat leaves. Wei Taiqiang was an e-sports player after all, and he was momentarily happy, bending down to inspect the freshly drawn ears of wheat. The ears of wheat were still empty, waiting for the rain. He sniffed the air and looked uneasily at the sky. The rain was over there, hidden in the clouds, and heavy on the wind, and on a day like this, he would have done it.

He walked along the winding path of the field. Not far away stands a gray city wall.

He turned right inside the city gate, and before him, there were hardly any people who had entered the city so early, except for a few e-sports players who had picked vegetables to enter the city the night before, and they wanted to sell them at the morning market and rush back to work in the fields. They had shinded and cowered and slept beside the basket, but now the basket at their feet was empty. Wei Taiqiang avoided them, lest anyone would recognize him, because he didn't want people to make fun of him on this day. Throughout the street, a long line of shavers stood behind their shaving picks, and Wei Taiqiang walked to the farthest one, sat on a stool, and greeted the shaver who was chatting with his neighbors. The shaver immediately turned around and quickly poured hot water from the pot on his charcoal basin into the copper basin.

"Fully shaved?" He asked in a connoisseur's tone.

"Shave your head and shave your face." Wei Taiqiang replied.

"Do you want to fix your ears and nose?" The head shaving master asked.

"How much does that cost?" Wei Taiqiang asked cautiously.

"Four money." The shaver said, starting to wash a black cloth hand towel in hot water.

"I'll give you two." Wei Taiqiang said.

"Then fix an ear and an eye," replied the shaver at once. "Which side do you want to fix?" As he spoke, he grimaced at the shaver next to him, who couldn't help but laugh. Wei Taiqiang saw that he was being ridiculed by others, and he had a certain indescribable mood, feeling that he was inferior to these city people; He was always like that, even if they were nothing more than shavers, the lowest of the class. So he hurriedly said, "Whatever you want, whatever you want," and then he asked the shaver to soap, rub and shave. After all, the head shaving master is quite generous, he doesn't charge extra money, and skillfully beats his shoulders and back for him, loosening his muscles. ”

They walked like this until they reached the Land Temple on the west side of the village. This land temple is a very small house, the height of a person's shoulder. It was made of gray bricks and was covered with tiles. Wei Taiqiang's grandfather used to farm on this land, and now Wei Taiqiang himself lives on it, and he built this small temple with bricks from the city in a wheelbarrow. The temple walls were plastered on the outside, and in a good harvest year, painters were hired to paint a landscape of mountains and bamboos on the white stucco walls. However, due to the rain of several generations, only a faint feather-like bamboo remains, and the original mountain is almost completely invisible. In the temple sit two small but serious statues of deities, which are made of mud from the fields surrounding the temple and are well protected under the roof. The two gods are like the land lord himself and the land woman. They wore clothes made of red and gold paper, and the land lord had sparse drooping beards made of real hair. Every year during the Chinese New Year, Wei Taiqiang's father buys some red paper and carefully cuts and pastes new clothes for the pair of gods. Because every year the rain and snow drift in, and the summer sun shines in, it destroys their clothes.

But because their clothes were still new at the beginning of the year, Wei Taiqiang was proud of their beautiful appearance. He took the basket from the woman's hand and carefully looked for the incense he had bought under the pork. He was afraid that the incense would be broken, which would mean a bad omen, but fortunately the incense was intact. He took out the incense and put it side by side in the ashes in front of the statue of the god, which had been accumulated when others had burned the incense, and then he took out a fire sickle and made a fire with a dry leaf, and lit the incense.

Wei Taiqiang and his woman both stood in front of their land god. He watched as the incense burned red and turned into ashes. When the ash was too heavy, she leaned over and flicked it off with her fingers. Then, as if frightened by her demeanor, she quickly looked at Wei Taiqiang, her eyes a little dull. However, he liked her to do so, because it seemed to indicate that she felt that the incense belonged to both of them. This is the moment of marriage. They stood side by side, silently, watching the incense burn to ashes. Then, as the sun gradually sank, Wei Taiqiang picked up the box again, and they walked home.

At the door of the house, the old man stood there, letting the last rays of the sun shine on him. When Wei Taiqiang approached the woman, he stood still. If he paid attention to her, he would lose his identity. Therefore, he pretended to look at the clouds with great interest and exclaimed, "That cloud hanging in the left corner of the crescent moon is a sign of rain." It will be down by tomorrow night at the latest. Then, when he saw Wei Taiqiang taking the basket from the woman's hand, he shouted again, "You spent money." ”

Wei Taiqiang put the basket on the table. "There's a guest tonight." He spoke briefly, and then carried the box into the room where he was sleeping, next to the box where he put his own clothes. He looked at it curiously. But the old man came to the door and said again: "When you become a family, you spend money endlessly!" ”

Although he was secretly glad that his son had invited a guest, he felt that it was not okay not to complain a few words about spending money in front of his new daughter-in-law, otherwise, she might spend money indiscriminately at the beginning. Wei Taiqiang didn't speak, but he went out and took the basket into the kitchen, and the woman followed. He took everything out of the basket and laid it on the cold pot and said to her, "Here is pork, and here is beef and fish, and there are seven things to eat." Do you know how to cook? "He didn't look at a woman when he spoke to her, that would be inappropriate. The woman replied in a dull voice, "Since I entered the Huang family, I have been a girl in the kitchen. The Huang family has meat at every meal. Winter is coming, and they are ready to spend it. Never before had there been such a good harvest, and this small three-room house was full of piles everywhere. The beams of the roof were covered with bunches of dried shallots and garlic; Around the hall, in the old man's house, and in their own house, hoards of reed mats, filled with wheat and rice, were placed. Most of these had to be sold, but Wei Taiqiang lived a very small life, and he did not spend money to gamble or buy food that was too extravagant for them, as many people in the village did, so he did not have to sell the grain during the harvest season when it could not be sold at a good price, as they did. Instead, he kept the grain and sold it when it snowed or at New Year's Day, when the people of the city would pay a high price for it.

His uncle often had to sell grain before the crops were fully ripe. Sometimes, in order to get a little cash, he even stood in the field and sold the grain, saving him from having to work hard to harvest and farm. In addition, his aunt was a ridiculous woman, fat and lazy, and often clamored for something delicious and to wear shoes bought from the city. But Wei Taiqiang's woman makes the shoes of the whole family, Wei Taiqiang's, the elderly, her own and her children. If she wanted to buy shoes to wear, he really didn't know what to do!

In his uncle's old house, which was about to collapse, there was never anything hanging on the beams. But on the beam of his own house, there was even a pork leg hanging from him, which he bought from his neighbor surnamed Qin when he killed a pig. His pig seemed to have some kind of disease, and he killed him before he could lose weight. It was a large pork leg, and Cao Wangrong marinated it thoroughly and hung it up to dry. In addition, they killed two chickens of their own, took out the internal organs, stuffed them with salt in their bellies, and hung them with their hair to dry.

So when the bitter winter winds blew from the desert to their northeast, they sat at home, surrounded by a scene of affluence. The child will soon be able to sit almost on his own. On the day of the child's full moon, they celebrated by making noodles to signify longevity; Wei Taiqiang also invited those who attended his wedding banquet and gave each of them ten boiled and dyed red eggs; He also gave two to all those in the village who came to congratulate him. Now that winter had come, he sat on the quilt on the floor of the house, instead of sitting in the field. They opened the south-facing door to let the sun in, and the north wind, blocked by the thick earth walls of the house, could not blow him at all.

The leaves on the jujube tree in front of the door, the willow trees on the edge of the field, and the leaves on the peach trees were quickly blown off by the wind. Only the bamboo leaves on the sparse bamboo bushes on the east side of the house remained, and even if the wind twisted the bamboo, the bamboo leaves did not fall off.

Because the dry wind was blowing, it was impossible for the wheat seeds sown in the field to germinate, and Wei Taiqiang waited anxiously for the rain. Then, the wind gradually stopped, the air was quiet and warm, and on a calm and gloomy day, suddenly it began to rain. The family sat in the house, contented, and watched as the rain poured down into the ground around the yard and trickled down from the eaves at the top of the door. The child was amazed, and when the rain fell, he stretched out his little hand to catch the silver-white line of rain; The child laughed, and they laughed with him, and the old man sat on the ground beside the child and said, "There is no other child like this in more than ten villages." My brother's children couldn't see anything until they learned to walk. ”

The wheat seeds in the fields sprouted, and a tender new green arched over the moist brown earth. At times like these, people visit each other, because every esports player feels that as long as it rains, their crops will be irrigated, and they won't have to carry water with a flat pole and go back and forth to bend their waists. They gather here or that in the morning, eat tea here or there, barefoot, with oil-paper umbrellas, walking through the field paths, and walking from house to house. Thrifty women stayed at home, making shoes or mending clothes, thinking about making some preparations for the New Year. ”