It is difficult to express Hu Changan's joy at that time, especially when he saw the dazzling array of exchange items in the system mall.

From small soaps and perfumes to large muskets and cannons, everything is available.

Of course, the better the stuff, the more expensive it is.

A regular soap can be exchanged for 100 Worship Points, while a Bronze Cannon requires a full 10,000 Worship Points.

At the same time, Hu Changan also learned that the so-called point of worship, as the name suggests, is the degree of admiration of others for himself.

A person can provide Hu Changan with a maximum of 10 worship points, and the specific number of points can be obtained depends on the depth of others' worship of themselves.

Great, from an ordinary social animal to Daming, I finally want to make a career! Hu Changan's heart burst into ecstasy, and even the sharp pain in his chest was reduced a little.

Hurry up, buy buy, buy buy, I want to be the first person in Daming!

However, seeing a line of small characters in the lower right corner, Hu Changan was stunned.

What? Now I only have 1 worship point?

No, Hu Changan couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

The original owner is too capable, and he doesn't do good things by teasing chickens and dogs all day long, and now he has a gold finger system, but he can't even afford the cheapest piece of soap.

Could it be that I finally have a golden finger, but I still want to hate the Northwest?

Enduring the severe pain, Hu Changan rummaged frantically in the system mall.

Alcohol, 100 worship points; Penicillin, 5000 Worship Points......

No, not a single cheap one!

Gradually, Hu Changan's consciousness began to blur, and his eyes gradually became dim......

Suddenly, a line of small words attracted Hu Changan's attention: novice welfare, 1 worship point.

Hurry up, buy it!

Hu Changan didn't care about anything, he didn't even look at it, so he clicked the buy button in his mind.

Suddenly, a warm current spread from Hu Changan's head to his whole body.

Hu Changan seemed to have soaked in a hot spring, his whole body was warm, and even the pain in his body was reduced a lot, and his consciousness gradually sobered up.

At this time, Hu Changan saw what he had bought.

Newbie perk, rewarded with three days of life.

When Hu Changan saw it, he was immediately a little worried. I only have three days to live, and I don't know what this man who is paralyzed on the bed can do.

But it's better than dying right away.

Hu Changan gritted his teeth.

Although I don't know if I can get enough worship points in three days, and I don't know what I can exchange for worship points to keep myself alive, but this may be the only way I can survive now, and I must firmly grasp it.

In Hu Changan's eyes, it seems that a long time has passed after the operation, but in the eyes of outsiders, time has only passed for a moment.

The young master's eyes were first half-closed weakly, and then widened again, and the eyes that were so painful that they were in a trance suddenly had brilliance.

Hu Changan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly turned his head with great effort, looked at the crying beautiful woman on the side, that is, his mother Wang, and said word by word: "Where's my father?" ”

Wang immediately stopped sobbing, wiped his tears and said softly: "The people in the house have already gone to the ministry to inform the master, and your father will come back immediately." ”

As soon as Wang's words fell, there was a sudden commotion outside the door.

It's the lord who is back.

Outside the gate, a middle-aged man in a vermilion official uniform walked in.

This person has a good appearance, slightly round cheeks, a handful of goatee, and an anxious expression, which is the last prime minister in the legendary history, Hu Weiyong.

As soon as he heard the news that his son was seriously injured after falling from a horse, Hu Weiyong immediately dropped the official document and hurried back to the house in a sedan chair.

Hurriedly walking through the narrow corridor, Hu Weiyong strode into the east wing, and saw his son lying half-dead on the bed at a glance.

The maidservants and servants around the room saw that the master was coming, and hurriedly saluted.

At this time, Hu Weiyong didn't care about any etiquette, but asked anxiously: "How is my son, can he get better?" ”

Lang Zhong was just silent and leaned over to make a big salute.

At this time, Hu Weiyong understood that his son was not saved.

"Damn." Hu Weiyong suddenly beat his chest angrily, smashed the porcelain bottle on the table next to him, and was about to go out to teach the coachman who didn't know the height of the sky and dared to run over his son.

Suddenly, a faint call on the bed awakened Hu Weiyong's angry consciousness: "Father, come here, my son has something to say." ”

Everyone beside the bed stepped out of the way, looking at the young man with compassion in their eyes.

Everyone knows that this awakening may be the last.

"What's wrong son?" Hu Weiyong listened, walked quickly to the round stool in front of the bed and sat down, holding Hu Changan's hand, and the whole person couldn't stop trembling.

Although Hu Weiyong is arbitrary and arbitrary in the DPRK, he is still very good to this son.

In his early years, Hu Weiyong had been working in Huguang, his official fortune was mediocre, and he had no children for many years.

I didn't expect people to reach middle age, and suddenly come to work.

Not only did the concubine give birth to a big fat boy, but she also caught the line of fellow villager Li Shanchang.

In just seven years, Hu Weiyong has changed from a little-known magistrate to a dignified prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, with monstrous power.

Hu Weiyong has always regarded this old man as his lucky star, and he is even more pampered, but he didn't expect that one day the pampered only son would be collided by a mud leg, how could this not make Hu Weiyong angry.

Originally, Hu Weiyong just wanted to rush out and kill this short-sighted coachman to avenge his son.

But compared to the lowly coachman, it must be the son who is important.

Hu Weiyong held Hu Changan's hand tightly, with tears in his eyes.

Seeing this, Hu Changan also sighed with emotion.

Although my father is a traitor, I still have nothing to say to myself.

Now the top priority is to stop Daddy from killing the driver.

Hu Changan endured the pain and said to Hu Weiyong with difficulty: "Father, don't kill that coachman, you must keep it for the government to interrogate." ”

"Don't be afraid, child," Hu Weiyong thought that his son was hit and was afraid of the government's interrogation, so he was furious, but when he saw his son's pale cheeks, he suppressed his anger and said softly, "I'm a dignified prime minister, can't I deal with a little coachman?" ”

But at the same time, Hu Weiyong was anxious and angry, and there was a trace of suspicion.

This kid in his own family, picking quarrels and provoking trouble every day is like a common thing, and sometimes he is even crazier than himself, how can he suddenly think about the fate of a mere coachman?

Hu Changan saw Hu Weiyong's slightly puzzled expression, and he was frightened into a cold sweat.

Sure enough, it hurts too much, and people are not awake anymore.

rashly put forward such a strange idea, and properly collapsed and didn't run away.

Hu Changan immediately made a gritted expression and said: "Dad, when I wake up, I will personally execute the coachman, and beat me until I am satisfied." ”

"Okay, dad, help you lock the coachman in the firewood room." Hu Weiyong's love for his son is sincere, so he naturally agrees.

Seeing that this level had finally passed, Hu Chang'an couldn't hold back the sharp pain in his chest anymore, his strength was relaxed, his eyes rolled and he fainted.

"Young Master......" There was another rush in the room, and the cries were endless.