The Chen Dynasty.
Qinghe County, Zhoujia Village.
In the fields in late autumn, several wild dogs were scrambling for bones thrown from nowhere on the ridge.
Beside the firewood pile not far from the wild dog, squatted an unkempt, skinny little girl. Her eyes showed a frightened look at this moment, her dirty little face turned pale with fright, and she could not move while holding a blue calico bag. Don't dare to move.
"Bite her! Bite her!"
Several young men in brocade clothes shouted loudly at the side. While shouting, they threw the leftover bones in their hands at the little girl, causing the wild dogs to bare their sharp teeth and make whining sounds in their throats. , slowly approached the little girl.
"Let's compete to see who can throw the bone accurately. Throw the bone on her head, so that the wild dog will bite her in the face. Do you think she will cry?" A young man in brocade clothes proudly proposed an idea.
This idea was immediately approved by several teenagers nearby, and they all threw their bones at the little girl.
Perhaps because of the sudden increase in bones and the lack of accuracy of the teenagers, a few wild dogs only focused on grabbing the bones that fell on the ground and did not bite the little girl.
The teenagers were disappointed as they had no bones in their hands and could not see the wild dog biting people.
"Tch! It's really boring. I won't even bite her like this."
"What do you know? My grandma said she is a lone star of evil spirits. Look, she really doesn't even bite dogs!"
A young man asked curiously: "What does Tiansha Lone Star mean?"
The older boy in brocade clothes replied: "It's the broom star, the mourning star! The one with bad luck!"
"I heard that she shamelessly bought a man back. What a slut! Bah!"
As he spoke, he took a sip at the little girl and left with disdain, as if he was afraid that the bad luck of the broom star would come to him.
Several other teenagers followed suit and spat at the little girl.
"Dirty bitch!"
"Pooh!"
"Pooh!"
The teenagers left one after another, and the wild dogs got their food and scattered with the bones in their mouths, leaving only the little girl beside the woodpile.
She was so frightened by the wild dogs that tears welled up in her eyes, but she resisted the urge to cry.
When the wild dogs dispersed, the little girl calmed down, hugged the blue cloth bag tightly in her arms, and ran quickly along the field ridge.
Zhoujia Village belongs to Qinghe County of the Chen Dynasty. Fifty or sixty families live here. The well-proportioned houses divide the small village into two parts, and a straight path passes through the village.
The little girl's name is Zhou Rushuang. She was originally dependent on her grandfather. Unfortunately, her grandfather died when she was four years old. She was left alone and helpless, living in a ruined temple at the east end of the village.
The village neighbors saw her as pitiful and often helped her. Eating food from hundreds of families, wearing clothes from hundreds of families, ten years passed by, just like this, hungry and full, Zhou Rushuang actually survived.
Zhou Rushuang ran barefoot across the path, passing through Zhoujia Village like a gust of wind, and plunged into the ruined temple at the east end of the village.
The roof of this dilapidated temple, which has been in disrepair for a long time, has been broken in several places. Sunlight penetrates through the holes and casts on the broken statue stand of the temple.
Next to the statue stand, there was a thick piece of straw, and a pale young man who looked like he was in his early twenties was lying on the straw mat and fell asleep.
Zhao Cheng had a long dream, in which many scenes flashed intertwined. After graduating from college and working hard in the business world for eight years, Zhao Cheng counterattacked from a salesman to become the company's vice president, bringing hundreds of billions of revenue to the company every year.
He lives in a top-notch villa, drives a multi-million dollar luxury car, and is accompanied by different women every day. He lives in a state of intoxication.
In the eyes of his business opponents, Zhao Cheng can definitely be regarded as the apex predator at the top of the pyramid. He has a vicious vision and fierce methods. Being an opponent against him gives you a feeling of oppression like the top of the deep sea.
But for Zhao Cheng himself, he is not as powerful as he seems.
In fact, every time he made a plan, Zhao Cheng silently endured huge pressure alone. He could not expose his fragile side, and did not dare to show even a little bit of hesitation and kindness.
When he couldn't hold himself any longer, he would lock himself in a KTV box and drink like crazy, roar like crazy, and suppress all the negative emotions.
What appears in the eyes of others is always the Shanghai Megalodon with dagger-like eyes and stern brows.
However, this annexation was too laborious. After planning for more than a year, Zhao Cheng used various means to successfully dismantle the world's largest multinational energy group and took the fattest piece of meat for the company.
In order to release the huge pressure accumulated during this period, Zhao Cheng drank ten bottles of Black Oak Rum and then fell unconscious.
In a daze, Zhao Cheng felt a cold little hand touch his forehead and cheek.
"go away!"
Zhao Cheng cursed impatiently. He repeatedly emphasized that no one should disturb him.
With a splitting headache, Zhao Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a lotus seat with mottled paint, and half of a clay body on the seat.
"This is where?"
Zhao Chenggang wanted to sit up, but his arms were weak. He had just half-supported his body and lay back down again. There was an exclamation from next to him.
He turned his head and saw an unkempt... child sitting next to the straw mat.
At this time, the child was looking at him in horror, twisting the hem of his shabby clothes with both hands, obviously very uneasy.
Although his head still hurt, Zhao Cheng still regained the calmness and sensitivity that a "megalodon" should have in the shortest possible time.
The lotus seat, the broken clay sculpture, the unkempt little beggar, the stained robe on his body, the frayed collar and cuffs, and the right hem, seem to indicate... time travel?
Zhao Cheng frowned, could time travel really happen?
"Who are you?"
The simplest and most convenient way to know whether you have traveled through time or not is to confirm with the little beggar next to you.
Zhou Rushuang had just used her hand to test whether the fever had subsided on his forehead. He was scolded, and now he was still a little frightened. He lowered his head slightly so as not to look at Zhao Cheng, and said in a low voice but firmly: "I am your wife."
Zhao Cheng: "??"
Zhou Rushuang seemed to muster up some courage, raised her head and glanced at Zhao Cheng, and repeated in a slightly louder voice: "My name is Zhou Rushuang, and I am your wife."
Even though Zhao Cheng was always calm, it was no longer possible to maintain a calm mind at this moment.
He looked around and then glanced at the disheveled Zhou Rushuang: "Who am I?"
Zhou Rushuang shook his head: "When I bought you... you were sleeping all the time when I bought you back. I haven't asked your name yet."
"Yes." Zhao Cheng nodded. He took out a straw stick from the "mattress" under him and wrote the word "Zhao Cheng" on the ground.
"Can you read?"
Zhou Rushuang nodded lightly: "It turns out that Lang Jun's name is Zhao Cheng."
"My name is Zhao Cheng, but I am not your husband."
