Kyoto's largest scrapyard is located in Zhuangzi, a suburb of the Prince, and it takes half an hour by bicycle, which is not far away. At that time, this prince was very favored, and the field he was allocated was the closest to Kyoto, and he was a famous iron rooster, and he did not rent a cent of the 5,000 acres of land, and let all the servants of the family take care of it.

In Zhuangzi, there are only 30 acres of land for the cowshed, the grain field, the granary, and the accommodation of the slaves, and there are also 5 courtyards where the master lives including the rockery landscape pavilion for a while, and there are also 100 acres.

Zuo Ranjia stood outside the mottled red wall, and could vaguely see the rockery stone pavilion inside, it was hard to imagine that inside the door was the largest scrap yard in Kyoto, if people saw it in ten or twenty years, they would be as distressed as her, right?

Du Xuze stopped the car, knocked on the door, and whispered a few words to the hunched old man with half-white hair inside and pointed to the daughter-in-law behind him.

The old man poked his head out and glanced at Zuo Ranjia, nodded, and said expressionlessly: "Stir carefully, many of them are things left by the ancestors, don't break them." ”

Zuo Ranjia responded again and again, she pulled Du Xuze's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Can I take anything I find?" ”

Du Xuze hummed, and also replied in a low voice: "The things in it are not registered, they were copied and collected by others when the trouble was the worst a few years ago, and they were pulled here indiscriminately when there was no place to put it." Originally, he wanted to burn it on fire, but a few old leaders stopped it because they thought it was a waste of things. Although the things were not burned, a lot of them could not be used in the wind and sun. ”

Zuo Ranjia wrapped herself, bent her eyebrows and said, "You hurry up and go, it will be noon if you delay any longer." I'm just walking around inside, don't be in a hurry to pick me up. ”

"Okay, I know the old man inside, and he was also sent by a persecuted teacher, and his temper is a little weird, but he was actually forced by reality. If he says anything unpleasant, don't take it to heart," Du Xuze instructed again, patting her forehead, "If it's cold for a while, go to the house to bake the fire with the uncle, if you catch a cold, the master can't spare you." ”

Zuo Ranjia entered the door in response, she didn't rush to the yard, but went to the room next to the door first. She took out two pairs of red and bright window flowers, and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is the window flower I cut, you stick it on the window, and you will have joy in the New Year." ”

The uncle raised his eyelids, looked at them for a few seconds, and muttered, "Put them on the table." After he finished speaking, he continued to say: "Everything is stored in the Zhuangzi on the right, if you want to see where the ancient prince lived, go to the courtyard on the left." With that, he wore glasses and continued to look at the yellowed newspaper in his hand.

Zuo Ranjia smiled and thanked her, put down the window grille and walked out.

Today's weather is good, the sun is warm, and the north wind has stopped for a while, but the desolation makes people's hearts feel a little bleak. She stood in place and squinted slightly, as if she could see the prosperity and liveliness of the past from the ruined ruins, time is really amazing, it can give people the illusion that they can go back to yesterday, so they don't live the present seriously. When looking back, people sigh that time has passed, and they only care about nostalgia, and forget to cherish the moment.

She wrapped her scarf and walked to the right, and around the wall, she saw an empty yard, full of miscellaneous items, some of which had been shelved for years, some of which were new and had not yet had time to be tidied up, but which had been eroded by the cold winds of winter, and had been worn down a lot.

Zuo Ranjia didn't immediately start tossing, but walked towards the farmhouse in that row, preparing to pick up the items that the old man had sorted out first. She walked to the leftmost room, pushed open the cracked door, and with a creaky sound a thin layer of dust fell, and the musty smell of the damp tide hit her face.

She waved her hand a few times, walked in and put down the basket, and then the cover of the basket took out the mask from the inside, put on half of her face, put on white cotton gloves, rolled up her sleeves and began to look at the twenty-square-meter hut.

On each side of the door is a large earthen kang, on which are placed a lot of missing or cracked porcelain, occasionally one or two are intact but the veins of the bottle body have also been worn off a lot. Also, these things are regarded as beasts of the flood, and it seems that they are there, and their owners are landlords, and they are to be dragged to fight in the bullshed.

Naturally, it is difficult for them to be preserved intact, and this is already rare.

Zuo Ranjia looked at them one by one, she was a small person in the market who didn't know antiques at all, and she saw her favorite bottles and patterns stuffed into the temporary storage space. She had just put a bowl with peonies of various colors on a yellow background, and a dinging sound sounded in her head, so frightened that she almost threw the porcelain in her hand back onto the clay kang.

Seriously, she was a little angry in her heart, she just stored things in the space, and she didn't want the machine to monitor the whole time.

"Master, don't be angry, I'm just a space steward, not connected to the system." Sensing her anger, the voice quickly explained. "I was specially placed by the inventor of the system, in order to be able to provide better service and good advice to the owner, and the decision is in your hands."

Zuo Ranjia hummed, and her little face was not very happy to pick up the porcelain with high integrity.

"Master," the space steward said with some caution, "I can help you detect the collectible value of antiques, so that you can collect items quickly and efficiently." ”

Zuo Ranjia lowered her eyelids, and pondered, she didn't think about using antiques to get rich overnight. She wants to complete the collection task more, but these are the treasures of China, and after they are handed over to the system, then they will disappear in this world, which is very unfair to the world, and it is likely to interrupt the research of later scholars on history and culture.

The space steward spoke first: "Master, I don't have the right to find out what you think, but I have a program entry in psychology that can make a rough judgment based on the reality and your expression and heart rate.

Are you hesitating? In fact, when you complete the collection task and submit the item, the item cannot be teleported to 2222 through time and space, and will only be used as a template for 100% physical reproduction. When it finishes forking, it will reappear in the staging space. ”

Zuo Ranjia breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart, and asked with some surprise: "Are they too fragile to be transmitted through time and space?" ”

"No, the operation of time and space is irreversible, but we can complete the replacement and reproduction of matter, but the replacement of matter will have an error rate of 30%, so the system generally adopts the form of reproduction, which can not only ensure the integrity of the item, not interfere with its historical trajectory, but also allow researchers to conduct repeated research and experiments.

Each object is composed of complex molecules and electrons regardless of its shape, and its type, composition, and arrangement and distribution determine various properties of the item, such as hardness, color, smell, temperature, etc. It can be said that as long as the reproduction is accurate, then we can return you an identical item.

Of course, what we are able to do today is 99% accuracy. But that's enough. ”

"What about me, am I not me?" Her heart trembled violently, and her voice trembled slightly.

The space steward was silent for a while, and sighed very humanly: "To be exact, you are also our copied electronic body, inheriting all the original memories and emotions, and you are reborn to some extent. ”

Its words slammed into Zuo Ranjia's soul like a mallet, and two movies suddenly appeared in his mind, one is a doomsday-themed film, which involves the heroine being infinitely copied, trying to clone her toughness, but unfortunately the clones are all crippled products, and they act as cannon fodder one by one. The other is to cultivate clones as a reservoir of organs for legal people.

She suddenly felt so ridiculous, what a rebirth in a certain sense, what inherited the original memories and emotions, everything was living someone else's life, and she was still enjoying herself!

"Master, master, don't panic," the space steward suddenly felt a strong sense of self-destruction, and hurriedly persuaded: "You are real." It can't understand why Zuo Ranjia is so excited, shouldn't it be a kind of luck to exist?

Zuo Ranjia took a deep breath, her three views almost completely collapsed, and all her love and love seemed to be mocking her. She was even thinking that maybe she would sort out the current situation, and everything would be running in a good direction, and the original owner would come back. And she, the clone, was destroyed by the system.

At this time, not only the space steward panicked, but even the shielded Xiao Lai also felt the crisis of his own survival, and he hurriedly communicated with the space steward, this is at the moment of emergency life and death, and they don't care about the confidentiality regulations, so they inquired and found the crux of the problem.

Xiao Lai hurriedly shouted: "Host steady, you are an independent individual, with your own thinking and judgment, and you are not under our control." Yes, the system can reproduce the entity, but it is all non-ideological and does not rely on developed technology without a bottom line.

The host's original body is dead, and we only created you by capturing the moment of her departure.

Systems are not omnipotent, and are subject to the rules of the universe.

We can create you, but we don't have the right to interfere with what you do, let alone let you die.

So, you don't really need to worry about the host. The most we can do is destroy the system and break off cooperation with you. ”

Zuo Ranjia didn't believe anything, people are quite fragile, and she, an electronic body parasitic in the flesh, is even more so. No wonder she always has a sense of disobedience after being reborn, she was extremely cowardly in her previous life, but she can break free in this life and live the life she wants.

It's not that she's been taught a lesson, it's that she's not the original owner at all!

Even if he inherits all his memories, skills, and emotions, his personality is only affected by it, and he really can't reproduce it.