Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

I saw that the crow had been headshot, and the head was cut in half by Xue Jizi.

"Oh, crow, it's a pity that the meat is sour and not tasty!"

As Zhao Ke said, he stepped forward and kicked the crow's body into the thick fog. After hearing a "bang!", the crow disappeared.

Taking a step back, Zhao Ke closed the door casually, thinking in his heart that it was still early anyway, so he read the craftsman's notes first to understand clearly the origin of the black coffin.

Maybe, some valuable clues can be found from it.

But when Zhao Ke raised his head, his pupils suddenly tightened, and the muscles on his face stiffened involuntarily.

He looked at Yizhuang in front of him.

Zhao Ke couldn't help compose himself, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look, feeling a chill in his heart like those two big centipedes crawled up his spine.

The dense tentacles stepped on his spine, causing goosebumps to ooze from his body.

"I'm... what the hell?"

Zhao Ke couldn't help muttering in his heart.

The Yizhuang in front of him is still the Yizhuang.

It's just that it's not the Yizhuang just now.

All I could see in front of me were the blue bricks and gray tiles, the chimneys on the houses, and steaming white mist.

The bluestone paths on the ground are spotless.

Even the coffin beside it is brand new.

It seems that in order to prevent the coffin from being exposed to the sun, a layer of black cloth was carefully covered on the top of the coffin.

"Old man, it's time to eat, hurry up!"

I only heard a strange shout coming from the room. What was strange was that after hearing the shout, I couldn't help but say, "Come right now!"

After Zhao Ke finished yelling, strange emotions emerged in his heart.

Feel carefully, as if the current self is not yourself, but it seems to be yourself.

I want to elaborate, but I can't tell why.

I can only use Zhuangzi's words to say, Zhouzhuang dreams of butterflies, or is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhouzhuang?

Seeing the large water tank on the side, Zhao Ke walked over and looked down.

With the help of the water in the water tank, one can see that his appearance at this time has changed into a different person.

About 50 years old, his head was plucked and bald, with a bunch of hair in the back and a ponytail.

Looking at the hairstyle of the money mouse tail, I am afraid it was around the time of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty.

Uh, of course it’s not the yin and yang hair in TV dramas. In fact, people in this era have almost no hairstyles, and the ugly ones can’t be looked at directly.

There is no so-called yin and yang head in TV dramas.

That is a shape that only existed in at least the late Qing Dynasty.

Although he is only 50 years old, his dark face is already covered with wrinkles.

Especially those hands, the hands are covered with a thick layer of calluses, at first glance, it is pointed at these hands, who has been a carpenter for most of his life.

"Old man, why are you in a daze, hurry up, the noodles are almost gone."

At this time, a woman in her early forties came out of the house, holding a bowl of Lao noodles in her hand.

Seeing Zhao Ke standing still, he couldn't help but blame: "Why, the food below me doesn't taste good? I still have to send it to you?"

As the woman spoke, she stepped forward and put the noodles in front of Zhao Ke.

He spoke fiercely, but after giving the noodles to Ke Zhao, he took out two cloves of garlic from the pocket of his apron.

Zhao Ke's heart warmed inexplicably, he looked at the noodles in his hand, and felt like an old married couple.

It's just that what I heard...why is it so awkward.

After thinking about it, if it comes, it will be safe, first figure out what's going on, and then talk.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke relaxed his mind, didn't go into the house, and sat on a big rock with the noodles in his arms to eat.

The taste is naturally not so delicious.

Even the noodles are mixed with some rough grains, so the taste is naturally not good.

But Zhao Ke ate with relish.

With a clove of garlic, he finished the noodles with a few big mouthfuls.

Although it is not delicious, it also has a taste of home.

As soon as Zhao Ke finished eating, he heard a rush of knocking on the door behind him!

Chat with everyone.

Up to now, Guoshui is very grateful to everyone for their support and encouragement.

Especially the rewards from the five lords and many brothers.

Sometimes I'm really sorry guys.

why?

Because I know that my writing is not good enough, seeing you rewarding me, I am very happy and ashamed at the same time.

The hydrology background is very poor. I can't even write half of the 200 essays in elementary school. Even in elementary school...so far, I haven't read all the words.

I only have an elementary school degree, and I didn’t take a cultural class in the junior high school sports school. I didn’t take a technical secondary school... I read the same as the scriptures, and I needed the help of the teacher to cheat in the exam to get the professional certificate.

Along the way, stumbling.

I remember the first time I submitted a manuscript, I was 22 years old that year.

The editor scolded me directly after reading it. Is it SB, and none of the punctuation marks are correct.

In a blink of an eye, I have been writing novels for five years, and it is like dreaming.

Haha.....Thinking about it, I feel like I'm a bit rough.