"Hey, my wife, you are young again. What kind of cosmetics do you use to take care of your skin so well?"
"I'm sorry, landlord. I really don't have any money right now. I'll pay the rent as soon as I have money."
"Thank you, my landlord, for taking me in. I wish you become more and more beautiful and as beautiful as a flower!"
When the tenant blocked the stairs again and asked for rent, Jiang Jiahao wiped the cold sweat from his temples and tried his best to show an innocent smile.
"Hmph~ I want to see Qian at the end of this month, otherwise I will kick you out and sleep on the street."
The charterer had a straight face and stepped aside to get out of the way of the stairs. She was very pleased with Jiang Jiahao's flattery.
In the narrow stairwell, Jiang Jiahao turned sideways and passed by the charterer. He smelled the pungent smell of makeup and powder, and felt frightened and frightened.
The terraced building has five floors. Jiang Jiahao lives on the fourth floor, and there is only one staircase in the whole building, which is pitifully narrow.
As soon as she climbed to the fourth floor, she passed by a big wave. She was wearing a white gauze skirt, with red underwear looming underneath.
"Hey, isn't this Ali? Her skin is white again."
Passing by Ali, Jiang Jiahao accidentally pinched Ali's butt. It was soft and tactile.
"You know how to take advantage of others, so go and die!"
Ali was not annoyed when Jiang Jiahao touched her buttocks. She just glared at him charmingly and twisted her waist to get into an open door.
Not long after, a humming sound came from inside.
"Damn, I'm very innocent, okay, is this damn habit going to turn me into a gangster?"
Seeing Ali getting into the room, Jiang Jiahao clenched his fists speechlessly. It was really not his intention to touch Ali's butt just now.
It's just that the original owner would do this every time he saw Ali. Jiang Jiahao's actions just now were completely out of habit.
Shaking his head, Jiang Jiahao opened the buckle on the door and pushed in.
As far as the eye can see, there is only a dozen square meters of space in the house, and the broken furniture is clearly visible.
"Ahem~ The nest is full of maggots!"
As soon as Jiang Jiahao entered the room, he was choked by the musty smell and coughed.
"If I want to make money, I must leave this hellish place, I must!"
The room smelled really bad. Jiang Jiahao held his breath and took the garbage bag, stuffed all the garbage in the house into it, and went out to throw away the garbage.
As soon as she left the house, she saw Ali passing by with a few steel coins in her hand and holding on to a sling.
"No, is Awang so vain?"
Closing the wooden door with his kick, Jiang Jiahao looked at Ali's plump breasts and joked with a smile.
When Ali heard this, she deliberately pulled her gauze skirt to reveal a larger area of snow-white skin. She turned back and glanced at the wooden door that was still open, with disgust in her words.
"Of course, if Awang were half as brave as you, people would be burning incense."
"Ah Hao, you haven't come to see me for a long time."
"I don't have anyone at home tonight, why don't you come over and sit down?"
"Some other time, I'm not feeling well today."
Jiang Jiahao was stared at by Ali's talking eyes. He swallowed his saliva and went back to the house, leaving Ali covering her mouth and snickering.
There was an old almanac hanging on the wall. I tore off a few sheets and left today's date, February 14, 1966.
In front of the cracked mirror, Jiang Jiahao tore off his torn T-shirt and wiped the stains on the mirror.
In the mirror, the young man was tall and strong, with messy hair and a stubble on his face.
His bare upper body was covered with wounds that were fading away, and his shoulders had the exclusive tattoo of Zihuatan.
The black eyes are shining, the facial features are handsome, the lines are clear, and he is full of rebelliousness. Is this what he will look like after time travel?
Breaking off a broken mirror, Jiang Jiahao shaved his face, leaving bloody traces.
After shaving off his beard and putting the broken mirror back in its original position, Jiang Jiahao continued to look at himself in the mirror.
The blood stains on the face scabbed and fell off quickly, leaving shallow scars, and the scars disappeared...
The entire journey took no more than five minutes, which made him raise his eyebrows.
Clenching his fists, Jiang Jiahao kept punching the air, feeling the expanding power in his body, and fell into silence.
If he was a weakling in the toilet alley just now, then his current strength is weakling X5, and it is still increasing.
"The ability to recover from injuries has been increased, and the strength is also growing steadily. Is this the benefit brought by time travel, or is it a golden finger?"
"No, my thinking is very clear now, and my memory seems to have been strengthened?"
Jiang Jiahao murmured to himself. In order to confirm his suspicion, he dug out a newspaper and pencil.
I glanced at the headlines in the newspaper and wrote and drew on the wall with a pencil.
Without any hesitation, in a few breaths, he reproduced an article of at least a thousand words, without even any punctuation errors.
Sitting down on the creaking folding bed, Jiang Jiahao rubbed his head and thought about the future.
Calligraphy and painting stalls are a folk sect that spread during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. They made their fortune through calligraphy and painting. Whether they were prostitutes, gambling houses, opium dens, or flour stalls, they were all called calligraphy and painting stalls.
He is now an undercover agent and must continue to stay at the calligraphy and painting stall.
But what's the use of working as a humble straw sandal at a calligraphy and painting stall, if you can't even afford basic food, clothing, and rent?
The original owner took the risk to take over the task of knocking off Fatty because Brother Ma said that whoever can kill Fatty will gain control of a calligraphy and painting stall.
Fat Mao didn't knock him off. He also left the few horses he brought with him in the toilet alley. There will definitely be no reward when he returns.
Now he wants a younger brother but no younger brother, he wants power but no power, and he wants money but no money. It is simply a three-nothing start!
There are three ways to go in front of him, either sneak back to the toilet alley and knock off the fat, or go back to the calligraphy and painting stall and go through three levels to win the right to operate a calligraphy and painting stall.
Or you can rely on your memory to copy some masterpieces from past lives and put them into practice now.
With the memory enhancement BUFF, and his main job is to hit the street and copy novels to make money, it is not difficult for Jiang Jiahao.
The difficulty is that manuscript paper is very expensive these days. Now he doesn't even have the money to buy manuscript paper, so he has to put the copying on hold.
The matter of copying books has been put on hold, and I am unable to knock off the fat.
Jiang Jiahao felt that his only way out now was to break through the three levels and break into the core layer of Zihuatan.
Only by breaking into the core layer and taking charge of your own Zihuatan will you be eligible for dividends and have the opportunity to make money.
With money, you can buy books and copy books, and you can also think about losing weight. Everything becomes possible.
Regarding Zihua, Jiang Hao in his previous life also studied it carefully when collecting materials.
This is an eye-catching thing, and the gameplay is similar to a lottery.
At the beginning of each round, the dealer will draw a list in advance, which contains thirty-six names of people or thirty-six types of items.
Then cover the thirty-six items with red cloth, randomly select one of them, write the name on the bamboo card or playing card, cover it, and place it in the most conspicuous place on the table for people to place bets.
After the players finish placing their bets, the dealer will open the lid, reveal the playing cards or bamboo cards, and reveal the answer to the mystery. Generally, the odds for the answer are around thirty to one.
Research is research, but in actual operation, Jiang Jiahao still only stays in the memory of the original owner.
The gambling tables in Zihuatan all have hidden mysteries, and the places where the bowls are held also have a lot to say.
There is a secret grid at the bottom of the bowl, and there are spare props in the secret compartment, and these props can be switched by the dealer at any time.
The mechanism that controls the hidden grid is a thin fishing line invisible to the naked eye. This fishing line is tied to the dealer's little finger and connected to the gaming table.
In other words, no matter how many people participate in the Zihua gambling game, even if all 36 props are bet, losing or winning is completely controlled by the banker.
It is very simple to break the trap. As long as you find the trap and cut off the fishing line before the bottom of the bowl opens, you have broken the trap.
But the fishing line is in the hands of the dealer, and the gambling table is very wide. Players can't climb on the table to cut the fishing line. What's the difference between pointing at someone's nose and saying he's cheating?
Passing through the three levels is an internal test of the calligraphy and painting stall, which gives those capable guys the opportunity to change the status of the society.
The three levels are set by the deacons. In most societies in Xiangjiang, the status of the deacons is lower than that of the incense owner, but higher than anyone else. It is regarded as the elders' hall.
Think about it, can any of the questions asked by the elders be simple?
As the name suggests, you have to pass three levels, namely guess, click and flip.
Among them, guessing means guessing things. Poker card points, mahjong patterns, and even word flower props are all types of guessing.
Dot, also known as knocking, the question maker will randomly select a prop, and use extremely skilled techniques to make the smallest changes to the prop by tapping and touching it.
If you can completely imitate the question maker's requirements and complete the points or knocks, you will pass the test.
Turn, this is the most difficult level among the three levels.
If the first level is a nightmare difficulty and the second level is a hell difficulty, then the difficulty of the third level is equivalent to the Nth power of nightmare plus hell!
If someone is lucky enough to pass the first two levels, he will face a joint question from all the stewards, and the test may be any kind of gambling skills.
Only those who are proficient in all gambling techniques on the market can have a narrow chance of passing this level.
Because the third level is random, any way of playing Mahjong, Pai Gow, Zihua, poker, or even hanging cards is possible!
In his mind, he kept recalling the records of all gambling techniques in a certain gambling king's secretary in his previous life, so Jiang Jiahao started to try again and again.
"Five years ago, both big and small ponies were able to pass the three levels. As a time traveler, with the blessing of two lifetimes of memory, there is no reason why I can't compare with them."
