What he suddenly saw was a huge space. It was no longer a dark classroom. It was at least the size of a football field. There was a circular hole in the middle, and the sunlight shone in from there.
"Fuck! Fuck!"
Time travel! Are there any fucking benefits?
Taking a deep breath to calm down, he looked at the entire space, like a Tai Chi diagram, half of which was dark earth and half of which was white stone ground.
Watching, watching? Suddenly I found that this space looked a bit like the peace charm. I felt my hand touching the table and thought about receiving it into the space.
boom!
It hurts, butt hurts.
He ignored the pain and thought about entering the space by himself. He thought too much and tried several times, but it was completely impossible.
I took out the table in the space and faced the table in front of me to try to collect it out of thin air. Unfortunately, after trying for a long time, I couldn't touch it with my hands and couldn't collect it at all.
I practiced until dawn and discovered another function, that is, you cannot collect things in the air. You can use a medium. As long as the things are connected, they can be collected in space.
Gulu, Gulu.
As soon as I rested, my stomach started to protest.
Climbing out of the window, the school courtyard is deserted. It is the summer vacation in July. Even if it is not the summer vacation, there are often people who do not come to school. Over the past year, few people have come to school. After all, it is necessary to go to school. There are activities, but the food cannot keep up, and children faint every day, so are the students willing to come? No teacher urges children to come to school.
Fortunately, Li Laifu is 15 years old and is now in the second grade of junior high school. To use a later saying, you have surpassed 80% of the people in the country. As for his academic performance? His father even gave up on letting him go to school.
After climbing out of the school wall, I looked at the dilapidated streets. Maybe it was because it was too early. There were not many people on the streets, but the houses next to them? Every chimney is full of smoke.
He looked down at his clothes and trousers. He was wearing a white coat with more than a dozen patches on the front, and it was also colorful. The dark gray trousers were a lot shorter, like cropped trousers, and a pair of old man's cloth shoes. There is still a patch on the big toe.
He quickened his pace, his stomach was already growling, and when he walked into the entrance of Nanluogu Alley, there was a breakfast stall. Li Laifu took a few deep breaths of the aroma, not daring to stop or else he would get hungrier, and walked quickly towards the front.
After walking a few steps, I saw No. 95 Nanluogu Lane. It has a tall courtyard wall with gray bricks and blue tiles, and a gatehouse with steps more than four meters high. The only person who could live in this kind of courtyard before was at least Mr. Baylor. I can't help but feel much better. After a second glance, it was a damn failure. Other time travelers entered the hospital directly, but he could only pass by the door.
I stopped and recalled my memory, and I couldn't help but curse. When I read the novel, I thought this was the dormitory of the steel rolling mill. Every time traveler was assigned to this hospital. In reality, the houses are all on the streets. It's national! Not from the rolling mill at all.
Damn it, when writing fan fiction, the first thing you do is write about robbing a house? Do you think it’s strange that there is still such a market?
Is robbing a house bullshit? These days, all houses are allocated. Building a house privately requires approval from the street. Seizing other people's houses is a life-threatening situation.
Li Laifu walked past the door, but he was thinking that the people who could live here were all people who had worked for many years and were all from the capital. Like his father, who worked only a short time and was not from the city. It's impossible for a local to live here.
Li Laifu stopped at No. 88 Nanluogu Lane. The number was quite auspicious, but the place he lived in was unscrupulous. No. 87 and No. 89 were both three-inside courtyard houses like No. 95. Only No. 88 was a large courtyard, and it was The road has been renovated, and the courtyard walls are less than 1.2 meters high and are made of yellow adobe.
The door was shaking even more. "Laifu is back. Your father was still looking for you at the door this morning," an old lady's voice came.
"Good morning, Grandma Liu," Li Laifu replied.
The old lady is the first family in this courtyard. She has two daughters and a boy at home. Her husband has been dead for more than 20 years. Li Laifu thought about it and thought that this old lady had a rivalry with the Jia Zhang family. They usually spoke politely. Who could provoke her? her home? At that time, it was common for old ladies and women to summon spirits for you. When there was a quarrel, old ladies and women would sit on the ground, kick their legs to summon spirits, and curse in the street! This is a basic skill.
"Morning, go back quickly! If you go back late, your father will beat you again," Mrs. Liu said with a smile as she lit the briquette stove.
The old lady moved her body away so that Li Laifu could get along. The houses in this courtyard were door-to-door, and the middle aisle was only more than one meter wide. Fortunately, the doors opened inward, otherwise the two houses would bump into each other as soon as they opened the door.
"Laifu, your father is beating you, come to your aunt's house," Mrs. Liu's eldest daughter said from the kitchen above the briquette stove.
Blessing? What a wicked name, damn, I don’t know if there is anyone named Chang Wei.
"I know, Aunt Liu," Li Laifu quickened his pace and walked toward the courtyard.
When he walked to the door of his house, he saw an old man bending down and lighting the stove across from his house. The narrow aisle was filled with smoke.
Li Laifu thought for a moment and said, "Good morning, Grandpa Zhang."
"Well! Go home quickly!"
This old man is an old bachelor who works at a scrap collection station on the street. He basically talks very little.
Li Laifu took a look at the briquettes. They looked nothing like the briquettes of later generations. He even pierced your eyes. At this time, the briquettes were the same size as an iron ball.
There is a small kitchen on the left side of the house door. Following the corridor and behind the kitchen, separated by a wooden board, is a small kang about two meters wide. This is where the three brothers sleep. There is also a small kang two meters wide on the left side of the innermost room. It was the place where his father, stepmother, and youngest sister, who was his half-brother, slept. There was a small living room at the end with an Eight Immortals table.
At the Eight Immortals table, his father Li Chongwen sat alone, his stepmother Zhao Fang sat holding his sister Li Xiaohong, and his two younger brothers, 13-year-old Jiang Tao and 10-year-old Jiang Yuan.
"Laifu is back, sit down quickly and I'll serve you some paste," Zhao Fang said as she put Li Xiaohong on the bench.
Li Chongwen glanced at him and drank the glutinous rice with his head down. Li Laifu also sat alone, and the two boys drank the glutinous rice with their heads down. The two brothers were beaten frequently and were very afraid of him. Every time Li Laifu was beaten for them, when the adults If they weren't there, he would have to beat them both secretly.
"Laifu, eat quickly! You must be starving, right?" Zhao Fang came over with a large bowl full of paste.
"Thank you, Auntie," he reached for it.
Zhao Fang was stunned, and Li Laifu was stunned but didn't take the bowl.
Li Chongwen touched Zhao Fang lightly, and Zhao Fang reacted and said with a smile on her face: "Thank you! This is what aunt should do."
Li Laifu looked at the bowl. It was mostly filled with wild vegetables, with only a small amount of cornmeal. The table was full of people, and there was only a large bowl on the table, filled with dark pickled wild vegetables.
At this time, he didn't care about that. His stomach growled with hunger. He wanted to eat something. He held the bowl with both hands and turned it around to drink. Suddenly, a pair of chopsticks came over with pickles and placed them in his bowl.
"Don't just drink glutinous rice. Eat some pickles to gain strength. People can't live without salt," Li Chongwen said.
After drinking most of the bowl in one go, Li Laifu stopped and put the bowl on the table. He finally had food in his stomach and was no longer frightened by hunger. He also picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of pickles.
Li Chongwen held up his chopsticks with his neck raised, and kept scratching the bowl, making a continuous sound, so that there would be no rice left in the bowl.
"Master, let me serve you some more! You just ate the bottom of the bowl." Zhao Fang asked.
Li Chongwen put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "Just take one bite. There will be food in the cafeteria at noon."
Seeing Li Chongwen standing up, Zhao Fang hurriedly went to get the cloth bag, and heard the clanging sound of Lu's lunch box.
He then said to Li Laifu: "After dinner, take two kilograms of sorghum noodles and go to your grandparents' house. Although you can dig wild vegetables in the countryside this season, you can't just drink wild vegetable soup!"
Li Laifu picked up the bowl and nodded with chopsticks: "I understand."
Li Chongwen looked at the two trembling boys and added: "Don't bully your two younger brothers."
Li Laifu suddenly thought of his grandparents' house, but in the countryside, there was a large area of land in his space?
"I know, Dad, I want to stay at my grandparents' house for a few more days."
Li Chongwen was stunned for a moment, then turned to Zhao Fang and said, "Then bring him another pound of sorghum noodles."
"Yes!" Zhao Fang nodded in agreement.
