"I must have a show in my mind to believe such nonsense." Zhao Xuelin stood at the door of the laboratory with the photo and said quietly.

In fact, it's not all Zhao Xuelin's fault, this laboratory is about to be established in the suburbs of Tokyo, and there doesn't seem to be any one living in the surrounding twenty or thirty miles.

It is said that the prayer voice outside the hospital is the most pious, and when a person is really desperate, he will plead with the heavens and the gods who do not exist.

School will start in two days, and his work problem has not yet been found, and the desperate Zhao Xuelin still came to this laboratory.

Only when you eat bread can you talk about love and the future, at least that's what Zhao Xuelin thinks.

The empty laboratory was deserted, and the dark room was even more mysterious and terrifying with the sound of creaking open doors.

In a daze, a beam of light broke in, and the dust in the air also seemed extremely empty.

"Anyone? I came here to apply. Zhao Xuelin said slowly.

Zhao Xuelin's performance was very shrewd, he just stuck his head in, and once he found that something was not right, he immediately pulled out his legs and ran.

Even when he was in college, Zhao Xuelin, who was able to ensure that his 1,200-meter physical test was completed within a limited time, was still very confident in his physical fitness, as long as he was not a tiger who had been hungry for a few days behind him, he should be able to run.

Zhao Xuelin asked three times in a row, but no one responded, and when Zhao Xuelin, who felt that the atmosphere was wrong, was about to leave, a voice appeared in the corner.

"Wait a minute, I was cleaning up the bookcase."

Under the curious gaze of Zhao Xuelin, a figure walked out with clucking leather shoes.

When that figure completely appeared in front of Zhao Xuelin, what made Zhao Xuelin feel a little gloomy was that there was also a mask made of bronze on top of that figure.

"Hello, I am the owner of this library, my surname is Zhao, you can call me Director Zhao."

The figure whispered.

Zhao Xuelin nodded and said: "Oh, then we are still relatives, I am also surnamed Zhao, it is not easy to meet relatives like us from other places." ”

Curator Zhao said softly, "Then can you come in?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey"

Zhao Xuelin nodded embarrassedly, then pushed open the door and strode in.

The laboratory is about three or four hundred square meters, and all kinds of books are neatly placed on the black wooden shelves.

Director Zhao said: "Our laboratory is a bit special, and most of the books in it are some literature and books on genetic experiments. Although we are not large, if you want to talk about professionalism, then I can pat my chest and say, no one is stronger than us. ”

Zhao Xuelin didn't plan to stay, and planned to use some ordinary topics to end this boring interview.

"What is your salary here?" Zhao Xuelin asked.

Director Zhao's words shattered all the topics of Zhao Xuelin.

"We are in a remote area, and our salary is 60,000 yen a month. Eight hours at work, absolutely no overtime, although I don't care about eating, but I control it, as for other aspects...."

Before Director Zhao could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Xuelin's words.

"I'm here, I see that you look eager to find talent, and I know that it is very comfortable to work in your unit, I have no problem, I can go to work now."

History has once again proved that there must be brave men under heavy rewards.

With a monthly salary of 3,000, the company is my home? With a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan, the company is my home!

Director Zhao smiled and said, "In that case, I'll go get the contract." ”

The monthly salary is 60,000 yen, although I am a little nervous. But this is still a string of numbers that Zhao Xuelin can't refuse.

"Even if this is the grave, even if this place is haunted, your master, I will guard the tombstone and press the little ghost down." Zhao Xuelin kept repeating this sentence in his heart.

In the mouth of Director Zhao, I learned that the work task here is very simple, you only need to do it, organize the files, and all the books on the bookcase can be read, which is a one-to-one correspondence for Zhao Xuelin, who is studying and studying.

At night, the gene laboratory was quiet, Zhao Xuelin was lying on the simple bed in the gene laboratory, looking at his mobile phone boredly, and suddenly a thought broke into his mind.

"Read the book and improve your professional skills."

Zhao Xuelin thought like this, and unconsciously found a copy of "The Relative History of Human Genes" from the bookcase.

Seeing the swarthy cover, which was covered with dust, Zhao Xuelin couldn't help but feel helpless in his heart. It's not easy to have a job to fill your stomach these days, not to mention that for yourself, reading books is also a personal hobby.

If the hobby can be handed over with the work, it can be regarded as a great blessing in life.

Just when Zhao Xuelin was about to explore the genetic research laboratory, he suddenly felt a sense of sleepiness welling up in his heart.

The old bronze bell on the library wall rang slowly, in a low voice.

Zhao Xuelin seemed to be unconscious, unable to move left and right.

With the continuous transmission of several electronic speakers, Zhao Xuelin, who had been in a coma, touched his head, which was still a little dizzy.

is similar to the routine of those vulgar web novels, Zhao Xuelin can clearly feel that he has crossed over, the only difference is that he has not crossed into anyone's body, he is still him, and his consciousness and thoughts are there.

And the only way to get back is to complete the last unlucky mission.

Zhao Xuelin said angrily: "Damn, I shouldn't have gone to that gene lab for an interview, these people's minds must be greatly broken!" The masked librarian wasn't a good person! ”

However, complaining is still complaining after all, and Zhao Xuelin began to recall some of the things that the voice in his head told him at the last moment.

Zhao Xuelin looked at the coarse linen clothes on his body, the straight collar and placket clothes needless to say, he must have come to the Edo period in Japanese textbooks.

After receiving those memories, Zhao Xuelin tried hard to open his eyes, sat up slowly, and the first thing that caught his eye was a dilapidated thatched hut that leaked everywhere, although his body did not seem to have changed much, but Zhao Xuelin's own spirit was extremely tired.

Zhao Xuelin forcefully lifted the futon covering his quilt, and the cotton inside had already formed flocculent.

The room in front of him could not be more aptly described as a house with four walls, a rickety round table that needs to be held down by a stone to ensure that it will not be blown away by the wind, and a few missing teacups are placed on it.

The cramped room didn't seem to fit anything other than a bed and a round table.

A gust of cold wind swished in, and Zhao Xuelin inadvertently hit a chill, that's right, the house was not only in tatters, but even leaked a big hole.

According to those memories in his mind, his current identity should be an ordinary family living in the Central Plains, and as for his parents and relatives, it seems that they died in a big war.

Zhao Xuelin said angrily: "What? Don't know how to arrange a better social background for others? ”

Spit is complaining, and what should be done must be done after all.

It is still a cold winter moon, and it is also the truce time recognized by the separatist forces of all sides in Japan.

However, Zhao Xuelin, who knows nothing about this and has nothing, wants to survive this cold winter, which is really difficult.

Fortunately, Zhao Xuelin found two frozen hard baked cakes on the bed, and after drying them with fire, he barely ate the first bite of food in this strange era.

Zhao Xuelin, who was barely full of food and drink, once again pushed open the half of the already tattered wooden door in his eyes full of anxiety and panic, facing this world he had never been to, Zhao Xuelin thought of a sentence in his mind, a sentence that was not too timely but in line with the current situation.

Young man, the country is the bureau, the society is the bait, the people are the line, the vicissitudes of the world are unpredictable, and you enter the game alone, are you afraid?

Once young teenagers once believed in justice, but later, everyone found that each other's justice was not quite right, in general, it can be divided into two categories, one is that you have your justice, and the other is that I have my justice, but in the end, everyone slipped into the corner of injustice.

The justice that the young man named Tokugawa Ieyasu now insists on in his heart is to hope to end this era of panic and can't be in a panic, and he didn't enjoy much of the sense of superiority and pride that belongs to the children of the nobility since he was a child.

coincided with a turbulent era, and he showed his super high military talent since he was a child, but for those victims who did not have enough food and clothing, those high-walled compounds, red bricks and yellow tiles are more like steamed buns that have not yet been released.

With a sentence of princely generals, would you rather have a kind? The separatist forces in various places responded to the call.

From the Warring States period to the daimyo era, of course, how later generations will criticize, and how the historian's blade-like pen will describe this bloody rise and fall of honor and disgrace, Tokugawa Ieyasu doesn't care, and he doesn't want to care, all he wants to do now is recruit soldiers.

Only when he recruits soldiers can he have confidence.

In the conscription tent outside the Daimyo Shogunate, Tokugawa Ieyasu's face that had not closed his eyes for many days was a little haggard, and he did not hide the heroic spirit on his body by candlelight.

Although he is young, his years of career as a horse have made him dignified.

Looking at the conscription book in his hand, Tokugawa Ieyasu kept frowning.

The soldiers recruited by this group are either too old or too young, in fact, they don't blame their sergeants, after more than a hundred years of war, those young and strong men have long been cut stubble after stubble like leeks, and at least nine of the ten rooms are empty.

A candle flame illuminated half of the desk, Tokugawa Ieyasu pinched the wolf brush in his hand, and couldn't put down the pen for a long time, he wanted to classify the soldiers on the register, similar to those old people who were old, under normal circumstances, just to ask for some food, Zhao Kuangyin hesitated for a while and still assigned it to the horse breeding camp.

Tokugawa Ieyasu rushed to the battlefield at the age of fourteen, and after several years of ups and downs, Tokugawa Ieyasu had already been decisive in killing, and his heart was far beyond ordinary people.