Relying on himself as the initiator of this business, he gave orders to everyone at every turn.

Wait, when he learns how to run a business, he will dump this old fellow.

Thinking so, Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at the back door of the headless god statue several times.

From behind the headless statue, a white dress sat silently.

Zhang Yang had never seen such a good material, as thin as a cicada's wings, and it was embroidered with intricate patterns with gold wire, which still shimmered in the dim environment.

Maybe some fairy sister passing by accidentally left it here.

Perhaps, it is the legendary Tianyi.

Zhang Yang wanted to tell Brother Zhou, but this old guy not only didn't listen to him finish speaking, but also warned him not to watch what he shouldn't see, don't listen to what he shouldn't hear, and don't say what he shouldn't say.

He deserves that this old guy is old and dizzy, and he can't see the valuable heavenly clothes in front of him, and it's time for him to be developed.

Zhang Yang concealed his expression, pretended to walk behind the statue inadvertently, and after seeing that no one was paying attention to him out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a burst of joy in his heart.

He had to hide the clothes, and when he set off tomorrow morning, he would find an excuse to leave the team halfway, and with this clothes, he would send it, and follow the old guy to run a business, all the goods on their bodies added up to be worth as much as the gold thread used for embroidering on this clothes.

He understands the truth that wealth is not exposed, so he must act cautiously.

After making sure that no one was paying attention to him, Zhang Yang turned around, and when he turned around, Zhang Yang was stunned in place.

The last rays of the sunset finally fell completely, hidden below the horizon, the night in the mountains was darker than that of the human county, and the moon was bright and starry tonight, but it could barely make people see, but they could not see too really.

However, in Zhang Yang's eyes, that place seemed to be glowing, bright and bright, and in the center of the light, a girl wearing a luxurious dress as white as snow sat cross-legged with her eyes closed.

Zhang Yang only knew a few simple big characters, he couldn't write poems, he couldn't chant words, but his mind was full of poems and poems that he heard by chance.

He didn't know what those poems meant, so he inexplicably felt that the vernacular that everyone said on weekdays was too pale, but after the poems he heard by chance swiped the screen in his mind a few times, he began to feel that even the poems were not enough to compare with the person in front of him, but he didn't have a better description than them.

The resentment towards his uncle is even heavier, if his uncle chooses to let him go to a private school, why is he just a white man who can barely recognize a few big characters?

This kind of resentment came for no reason, that is, suddenly, he hated, hated at the same time, without thinking about anything else, he only felt that it was all the fault of his uncle's family, but he didn't feel that his uncle's family was not rich, after his family's accident, his uncle also resolutely took him to his home to eat and drink to support.

And just because his uncle was partial to his own child, he resented his uncle without reason or gratitude.

He couldn't see that.

"Zhang Yang, why are you standing here stupidly?"

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, Zhang Yang came back to his senses, and saw Xiao Zhou, who was a young man who had just joined like himself, and everyone was the same age, so they were more able to get together.

Seeing Xiao Zhou's gaze sweep over the goddess sitting cross-legged, Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

He does not allow anyone to desecrate the goddess in his heart, absolutely not!

That cold look made Xiao Zhou, who didn't know it, shiver unconsciously.

"Hey, I suddenly shuddered, Zhang Yang, let's hurry up to the fire, it feels weird and cold here, I'm afraid there is something bad."

Xiao Zhou said, pulling Zhang Yang away.

Zhang Yang was not stupid, looking at Xiao Zhou's performance, he instantly guessed that he couldn't see the goddess, and the killing intent in his eyes was hidden.

Halfway through, Zhang Yang covered his stomach.

"Ouch, I may have a bad stomach, you eat first, I'll find a place to solve it."

", you guy, you said this during dinner, this also affects your appetite too much, hurry up and hurry up, I smell the stench."

After dealing with Xiao Zhou, Zhang Yang went outside to make a show, and immediately ran back, and when he came back, he pretended to be uncomfortable, stayed away from the position of the fire, stayed behind the relatively quiet headless statue, and stared obsessively at the goddess who still closed her eyes.

When it was completely dark outside, the only light one could see was the light from the fire in the ruined temple.

Before the moon knew it, it was obscured by dark clouds, and the starlight alone was not enough to make people see in the dark night.

In such a dim sky, there are people who come by night.

The footmen sitting around the fire suddenly raised their weapons, some with swords, others with sticks to drive away wild beasts.

This action made the visitor hurriedly raise his hands to show that he had no malicious intent.

"Under is the scholar Tang Gu who picks green on the mountain, lives in Lin'an County, at the foot of the mountain, because he is greedy to see the beautiful scenery in the mountain, he accidentally went farther, so as to miss the time to go down the mountain, I came all the way, I was tired and afraid, I saw each other from a distance, I looked all the way over, under just a scholar who was helpless, you don't have to panic."

The man spoke clearly, and his tone of voice was very different from that of ordinary people.

If they have to find an adjective, that is, it is literary crepe, which sounds like the tone of those scholars and talents.

"Brother Zhou?"

The leader of the footmen had a torch for the light and looked at the people carefully.

Indeed, as he said, the person who came was wearing a crescent-white gown, and such cumbersome clothes that were not conducive to walking were indeed loved by the group of scholars and talents who loved to write poetry.

The robe was covered with weeds and leaves, and it looked as if he had come all the way in a panic and panic as he had said.

Seeing that his figure did look weak, Brother Zhou nodded slightly, and after confirming that there was a shadow under the other party, and his heels were also walking on the ground, he motioned to the brothers next to him to put away his weapons and let the person in.

When the scholar Tang Gu entered the ruined temple, he first thanked the foot merchants for their kindness, and when he roasted the fire by the fire for a while, it gradually became warmer, and then the scholar took the hot water provided by the foot merchants and touched a bun from his arms to satisfy his hunger.

With his stomach full, Tang Gu suddenly began to chat with the foot merchants, and most of the topics they talked about were wives and daughters at home, which made people feel extremely homesick.