Zhu Changan originally thought that the scenes inside were programmed in advance, but now it seems that this is not the case. The story in this world is showing an open development.
"Is this not a landscaping box, but a real world?"
This discovery surprised Zhu Changan.
I don’t even understand why I reacted when the stick fell on the salesman.
Could it be that he has some mysterious connection with this villain?
"Looks like I have to help him."
Zhu Changan quietly raised an arm and put it into the landscaping box, ready to rescue people at any time.
Zhu Renxia was caught off guard and received a solid stick on his back, which made him stagger a little. "You lawless villains, do you know who I am?"
Mr. Tian stopped the other two minions who were about to attack, and said with a joking look on his face: "Hey... How dare a little salesman speak arrogant words? Tell me who you are?"
"You all listen to me, I am a member of the Ming Dynasty clan, and so is Zhu Renxia, the lieutenant of the Fengguo Kingdom of Jingjiang Prince's Palace!"
Zhu Renxia signed up for his number, thinking that this group of criminals would be frightened and disperse in a hurry, but unexpectedly Mr. Tian showed a disdainful expression.
"It took me a long time to talk in such a loud tone, but it turns out he is Lieutenant Feng Guo who is not worthy of a dog!"
"you……"
Zhu Renxia was extremely angry and gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to insult the royal family? I will definitely report it to King Jingjiang, and then report it to Shuntian Mansion, and I will destroy your entire family!"
Mr. Tian's face turned cold and he shouted: "Come here, I'll punish this unruly man who pretends to be the royal family on the spot!"
"Here!"
The five or six wolf-like minions agreed, and once again raised their sticks and rushed towards Zhu Renxia.
Zhu Renxia resisted bravely.
However, he was outnumbered and was knocked to the ground a moment later. He hurriedly curled up and hugged his head with both arms.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
A bunch of sticks fell down, hitting his back and thighs...
The stick fell on Zhu Renxia, but Zhu Changan, who was standing outside, felt as if he had been pricked a few times with a needle by Grandma Rong, giving off a sharp stinging sensation. This suddenly made the anger in his heart erupt like a volcano.
"All these bully bastards will die!"
Zhu Changan couldn't bear it any longer, and the huge palm hanging above the villain's head suddenly fell down.
Several evil slaves about one centimeter long were instantly crushed to the ground by his fingers and turned into pools of blurry flesh.
Zhu Renxia raised his head in shock and found a giant face appearing in the sky.
What surprised him even more was that this face looked very similar to his own.
Eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, lips, ears are almost carved out of the same mold as his own facial features.
The only difference is that the hair on this face is very short, like a layman from the temple.
The god stretched out a huge palm and crushed five evil slaves with his pillar-like fingers, as easily as crushing ants.
"May I ask which god saved this disciple?"
Zhu Renxia, who had survived from a desperate situation, had a look of disbelief on his face. He raised his head and asked, "Why are the gods and the little ones so similar?"
"immortal?"
Zhu Changan originally wanted to do good deeds without leaving his name, and wave his sleeves without taking away a single cloud. Unexpectedly, Zhu Renxia actually regarded himself as a god.
"You said I'm similar to you?"
This little person is only about one centimeter tall, and the gender can barely be discerned.
Zhu Changan hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find a magnifying glass, and carefully observed the salesman who had a mysterious connection with him.
I didn’t know it until I saw it, but I was shocked when I saw it.
This little man is as if he were carved out of the same mold. We cannot say that they are exactly the same, we can only say that they are exactly the same.
"Holy shit, what's going on? Why does this little guy look exactly like me?"
Zhu Changan suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and he felt more and more deeply that this villain had a deep connection with him.
Mr. Tian and the remaining minions did not see what happened at all. They only saw that the servants who were beating the salesmen shrank instantly and turned into blurry balls of flesh and blood, as if they had been crushed by a huge force. .
Then I saw the salesman kneeling on the ground shouting "God" to the sky, and everyone was suddenly frightened.
"No, this guy knows sorcery, what the hell!"
Mr. Tian got on his horse and fled with the remaining seven or eight servants.
"Master, wait for me!"
Kang Mazi was so frightened that he shouted and fell to the back.
"You stupid street kid, do you still want to run away?"
Zhu Changan reached into the box with his left hand and flicked it with one finger, and a powerful force sent Kang Ma's bullet flying.
He flew nearly a hundred feet in one breath and hit a big tree.
Immediately it fell to pieces, falling apart, and its brains and intestines flowed all over the floor.
Zhu Changan wanted to crush Mr. Tian and his party to death again, but found that they had disappeared from the box without a trace.
"Uh...can I only see the world inside the box?"
Zhu Changan was still angry, but he had no choice but to continue observing the crime scene.
Now you can be sure that this is not an ordinary landscaping box, but a magical world.
What's even more amazing is that there is a person who looks exactly like me in this box, and he will react when he is beaten.
Zhu Renxia seemed to have some realization, raised his head and asked, "Could it be that Tianzun is the patron saint of his disciples?"
"Patron Saint? Well... Even so!"
Zhu Changan didn't know how to answer, so he simply admitted it.
Zhu Renxia was surprised and delighted: "No wonder when I was born, my mother dreamed of white snakes coiling around her beams. She didn't expect that I was protected by gods. Dare I ask the name of the gods?"
"Chang'an Tianzun."
Zhu Changan made up a fancy name, and then asked, "What era are you in?"
"The twenty-fourth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty."
Zhu Renxia got up and rubbed the bruises on his body, and replied respectfully.
Zhu Changan hurriedly opened Baidu search on his mobile phone.
The twenty-fourth year of Wanli was exactly 1596 AD, forty-eight years before the fall of the Ming Dynasty.
"You claim to be the royal family of the Ming Dynasty. Which clan are you from?"
Zhu Renxia said: "I am a member of the Jingjiang clan, and my ancestor is Zhu Xinglong, King of Nanchang. I am his tenth descendant, and my name is Zhu Renxia."
"That's it..."
Zhu Changan nodded, "Please help this girl bury her relatives first. I will talk to you later."
"Disciple, obey."
Zhu Renxia, who was in a heavy mood, kowtowed to the sky and stood up to comfort Jiang Axiu, who was crying and heartbroken.
"Axiu, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you must show mercy and accept the change."
"Abba, Abba..."
After all, Jiang Axiu was just a sixteen-year-old girl, lying on her father's body and crying non-stop.
At this moment, the village chief of Jiangjia Village came over with a group of villagers.
"My great nephew!"
The village chief hugged Jiang Dali's body and burst into tears, "Damn Chief Tian, why didn't God accept them?"
After Mr. Tian and his gang left, the people in the village boldly walked out one after another.
They either shook their heads and sighed, or cursed, and together they helped take care of Jiang Dali's funeral.
Zhu Changan moved a chair and sat in front of the box to watch the villagers bury Jiang Dali.
The scene evokes emotions, which not only makes my nose feel sour.
Maybe it won't be long before a handful of loess is my final destination.
"Miniature carvings are very expensive these days. If you can take something from the box and sell it in real life, you might be able to make a considerable income."
Zhu Changan felt that he saved Zhu Renxia's life and deserved some reward.
Then he reached into the landscaping box, took out his salesman's pick and put it in the palm of his hand to see if there was anything valuable inside.
The bamboo baskets carried at both ends of the pole are too small, and some items are even smaller than a millimeter, making it impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.
Zhu Changan turned on the camera on his mobile phone and adjusted the focus to the maximum to see what the goods in the basket were.
"Vase, comb, bracelets, needlework, hairpin."
"Although this salesman's pick has no artistic value, it is more precise and lifelike. It should be able to sell for three thousand or five thousand, right?"
Zhu Changan took photos and contacted a businessman who specialized in miniature carvings online, asking him if he was interested in this salesman's choice?
"Brother, I'm not talking about you. With the same skill, you can carve a Guanyin, the God of Wealth, or Master Guan. What does it mean to be a salesman?"
After being poured cold water on his enthusiasm, Zhu Changan said helplessly: "It's been carved out anyway, can I just give you a price?"
"Two hundred, you pay for the postage."
"Then forget it!"
Zhu Changan sighed helplessly.
I got up and went to the kitchen to cook a pack of instant noodles to fill my stomach, then went to bed for a lunch break.
When I opened my eyes, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhu Changan washed his face and prepared to continue observing the world in the box. Suddenly, he noticed that the salesman's pick on the coffee table had become much larger.
It has grown from less than one centimeter when it was first taken out to nearly ten centimeters, and the groceries in the basket can now be distinguished with the naked eye.
"Damn it, the things in the box actually get bigger when you take them outside? Will they gradually become normal sizes over time?"
This discovery made Zhu Changan overjoyed, and his heavy heart was relieved by most of it instantly.
"If it can really be turned into normal size, it should be considered a cultural relic of the Ming Dynasty, right? If it is sold in the antique market, it can be sold for 100,000 or 80,000 yuan, right?"
Zhu Changan excitedly put the salesman's pick on the coffee table, looked inside the landscaping box with his camera, and looked around for valuable things.
"Get more things out of the box, not to mention medical treatment, even the loan can be easily repaid. I, Zhu Changan, will even be able to make a fortune from this landscaping box in the future and change my failed life."
"Of course, I won't take your things for free. I will exchange them with you for real things."
But what disappointed Zhu Changan was that after searching for a long time with his mobile phone, he didn't see anything valuable.
In the remote mountains and remote areas, every household is almost at a loss to open the pot. Who has anything valuable?
Zhu Changan searched around and finally took out the stone mill from the village and placed it in the living room to see if it could become bigger.
