The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

Early the next morning.

The dead grass and fallen leaves on the roadside were stained white by frost, and the fog in the distance had gradually receded, leaving only a layer of frost on the ground.

Tang Jihai, who was still asleep, frowned tightly, and the broken hair on his forehead was soaked in fine and dense sweat. He opened his eyes suddenly, panting silently.

Quietly get out of bed and go out, let out a mouthful of turbid air, after working hard for so long, the supernatural ability can barely break through half a level.

It's really not as good as a phoenix on the ground.

In the apocalypse, apart from the energy in the land, the most important thing is the zombie crystal nucleus. At the beginning, the ability level can be piled up to level four or five only by the accumulation of crystal nucleus.

Now there is definitely no crystal nucleus. Just relying on the energy of food and the energy in the land, it takes at least two years to upgrade to a level, not to mention that the higher the level, the more energy is needed to upgrade.

According to the current speed, it will almost be able to reach the first level next summer.

Tang Jihai kicked away a piece of dirt under his feet in desperation. The dirt flew up and hit a distant tree trunk, breaking into pieces in an instant.

Coming to the hidden place on the mountain, Tang Jihai manipulated energy to flush his brain.

His face was pale, his head was full of needle-like pain, and the energy traveled along the veins in his head, like a naughty child, wandering here and there, staying for a while from time to time, and finally stopped when he was tired from playing.

In fact, he could store energy in his body, but he didn't need it at all in this era. The energy left in his brain was enough to deal with dozens of ordinary people.

The development of the brain domain can make him clear and broaden his mind. In layman's terms, he can be smarter, but he can't become an idiot who only grows his body but not his brain.

After going back and taking a shower, other people also got up one after another, "Brother, where have you been?"

"Exercise, I will go to the county seat after breakfast later."

After breakfast, Mo Mojiu didn't set off until noon, and went to the state-run restaurant for lunch when he arrived in the county.

After running out of powers in the morning, he was very hungry. He ate three steamed buns, two vegetable dumplings for breakfast, and secretly ate two apples, but he was still hungry.

If he continued to eat, Xie Cheng and the others probably would have taken him to the hospital, so he dawdled until almost noon, when the state-owned restaurant in the county opened, and finally he was able to eat.

He ordered three dishes, five steamed buns, and a bowl of noodles by himself.

The waiter was dumbfounded, and confirmed again: "A bowl of braised pork, a potato stewed chicken, a cabbage tofu, five steamed buns, and a bowl of noodles?"

"Yes, hurry up and serve." Tang Jihai poured water by himself, "How much is the total?"

"Well... a total of three yuan and fifty cents." The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied, "There are three food coupons."

After finishing speaking, he looked at people secretly, but there was no patch on the clothes. The adults in the family must be workers, otherwise, how could he spend so much money on food alone.

Although eating in a state-run restaurant is a very face-saving thing, but if there is no festival or holiday, no ordinary person will come to a state-run restaurant to eat.

It's not that the money is too much to burn.

The waiter didn't think he ate too much, so many delicious dishes and meat, he had to eat even if he was full, and besides, he could take it home if he couldn't finish it.

"Anything else?" Tang Jihai asked aloud.

"Oh, oh, no, wait a minute."

It was not yet the time for the workers to get off work, and Tang Jihai was alone in the state-run restaurant. After a while, the dishes were served one after another.

Looking at the steaming food, Tang Jihai picked up his chopsticks and started to eat. He usually ate fast enough, but now his stomach was empty, so he ate even faster.

The waiter was gossiping with others, another waiter was curious and came out to see what this proud man looked like, but when it came out, how could there be anyone else?

Tang Jihai's stomach was full and he didn't panic, so he leisurely went to Liu Zhonghua's yard.

Liu Zhonghua invited people into the house and brought a cup of tea, "If you don't have a teacup, just drink it from a bowl."

Just sending away a shopper, and ushering in the God of Wealth, Liu Zhonghua thought that the business was getting better and better.

Tang Jihai took a sip of tea slowly, picked up Liu Zhonghua's so-called bowl, and observed carefully: "Open mouth, shallow belly," turning to the back, "Golden Pheasant, Shanshi."

Take another sip of tea leisurely, "Great hand."

Liu Zhonghua smiled, "Hey, it's not a good tea."

Hey, this little Tang can talk, and it's not expensive tea, ordinary tea, or old tea, what can he drink.

"Don't take out this bowl in the future."

"You're not an outsider, so what's the point of using a bowl? It's good to ask someone else to give you a glass of water." Liu Zhonghua stared, what's the matter with drinking tea from a bowl, and even detested it, this person really deserves praise.

"Why don't you sell this bowl to me?" Tang Jihai glanced at him, "This bowl will cost tens of millions in three to forty years."

"Hundreds, a few...thousands, ten thousand?" Liu Zhonghua stood up abruptly, his voice raised, but the last word 'ten thousand' was soft and trembling, and it became nine bends and eighteen bends in one sentence.

"Really? Are you saying that this bowl is an antique?" After Liu Zhonghua asked Tang Jihai, he shook his head again, "How is it possible? How could this kind of pie in the sky fall on my head?"

Liu Zhonghua walked up to Tang Jihai with hopeful eyes, hoping that Tang Jihai would tell him that the pie really fell on him.

Under his expectant eyes, Tang Jihai nodded as he wished, "If you're not mistaken, this should be the chicken bowl cup from the Tang Dynasty."

"Hahaha, haha" The corners of Liu Zhonghua's mouth twisted, he tried his best to suppress the joy in his heart, but he still couldn't control himself from laughing out loud.

It's going crazy, tens of millions?Isn’t tens of thousands of dollars picked up for nothing?
Tang Jihai saw that he was so happy that he couldn't find the north, so he couldn't help pouring cold water on him and said, "Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's possible for the antiques to be scattered among the people and return to your hands."

Liu Zhonghua's laughter stopped abruptly, and then he grinned again, "I don't know you yet, you don't like to make jokes casually."

He carefully wiped the chicken bowl cup, "Even if it's empty fun, I have nothing to lose, but if it's true, wouldn't I become the richest person in the country right away?"

"It's good to have a dream." Tang Jihai choked, "I brought the contract." He took out the previously prepared contract and put it on the table, "Look, if you have any questions, ask."

Liu Zhonghua is holding the chicken bowl cup and enjoying his dream of becoming a millionaire in the whole country, so he has no time to read any contracts.

"I can trust your character."

"Then you should sign it!" Tang Jihai reached out and grabbed the chicken bowl cup, pointing to the contract on the table, "Hurry up."

"You, be careful, there are several million."

Tang Jihai raised his hand high, and Liu Zhonghua's heart pounded and climbed up, "Look, look, just look, take your hand down."

Liu Zhonghua endured his temper, picked up the contract and looked at it, and then unconsciously became serious.

Tang Jihai sat down and waited slowly. Liu Zhonghua is good at this. No matter what the situation is, he treats business with two words: serious

After reading it, Liu Zhonghua said, "Yes, no problem, the writing is very comprehensive."

Liu Zhonghua sighed in his heart, signing a contract is quite new, and no one has said that he wants to sign a contract since he started business.

Liu Zhonghua directly took out a pen to sign his name.

Tang Jihai took a look, huh, how can you tell that there are three "Liu Zhonghua" in this dog's word?
If he didn't trust his IQ, he even wondered if this guy wrote it like this on purpose, so that he would renege on it in the future.