I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

When Wei Miao was conscious, something called "system" violently rushed into his body.

It was chattering in her mind:

"Want to have a physical body?"

"Do you want to return to your ancestral land?"

"Want to have power beyond cognition?"

Wei Miao, who was never picky about food and was starving, opened her mouth and swallowed the system. Unfortunately, she was just beginning to gain intelligence and was unaware of the dangers of the world. She was actually tricked by the "system"'s endless tricks.

After the fight, both sides were injured.

She was extremely weak, and the "system" collapsed, leaving only the ability to travel through time and space.

With a blink of an eye, she became a male lion on the savannah.

She is greedy and money-hungry, so it's no big deal that she has fallen into the status of a male lion.

With her wisdom, she made the lion group the overlord of the savannah, and she even felt that her divine power had returned a little bit.

Wei Miao was very satisfied after finding a way to return to the void. After eating and drinking, as long as the lioness didn't harass her, she felt that her life as a lion was perfect.

When he got old, he was driven out of the lion group by the young lion king and died according to the laws of nature. . .

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1935, Shen City, late summer.

A sudden rainstorm brought back the scorching heat of the past few days. The leaves of the plane trees fell with the wind and rain, and soaked in the mud, they looked quite bleak.

Wei Miao clutched the bag of medicine in his hand, crossed two alleys, and ran quickly towards home.

"Ah Miao, why are you running so fast so early in the morning?"

The shrill voice of Grandma Cui, who was selling scallion pancakes at the entrance of the alley, was left behind by her.

At the wonton stall of Xiao Jiangsu, the owner of the barber shop opposite was carrying a bowl of wontons and walking towards her own barber shop.

"Oh, you little jerk, you're blind, and you're rushing to reincarnate so early in the morning."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dong."

Wei Miao tightly grasped the medicine in his hand, climbed up from the wet ground, apologized without looking back, and continued running towards home.

Little Nanjing, who was helping his father cook wontons, looked at Wei Miao's back worriedly.

Mrs. Dong held the wontons in a rather embarrassed manner, her slender eyebrows raised, her face turning purple with anger.

It was only after he saw everyone around him looking at her from head to toe that he yelled at her:

"You're standing in the middle of the road so early in the morning. Aren't you embarrassed enough?"

Mrs. Dong then forced a smile, took the wontons, and went back to the barber shop with a twisted waist.

Xiao Jiangsu, who was selling wontons behind her, and a group of men eating breakfast all stared at her back. It was not until the charming Mrs. Dong disappeared into the barber shop that they felt a little lost.

"Oh, women from that kind of place are indeed different from the women in the alleys." Someone said sarcastically.

As we all know, the 40-year-old boss of the barber shop, Mr. Dong, got married for the third time this spring. He abandoned his wife in his hometown, divorced his second-married and childless wife, and then married Mrs. Dong, a dancer in Ciro's, hoping that this woman with big breasts and a big buttocks could give birth to his family line.

Mrs. Dong was of average appearance, not young, and a snobbish and pretentious person, but she had a first-rate and graceful figure that always made people unable to take their eyes off her.

It is said that she was able to marry into the Dong family because Master Dong specially invited a fortune teller from the countryside to predict her fortune.

In the three months since she married into the alley, the men in the alley have had a feast for their eyes. They finally know what the dancers in the legendary Ciro's Ballroom, which is only attended by upper-class people, look like.

"What are you looking at? No matter how you look, she is still someone else's daughter-in-law. If you have the ability, spend a thousand French francs to marry her." Aunt A Xiu, who lived next door to Wei Miao's house, sneered.

She cleaned and cooked for a young couple in an apartment across the alley, and earned as much as the men, so she was very confident.

A group of men who had to work to make a living felt a little distressed when they had to eat wontons that cost ten copper coins a bowl.

One thousand French francs is enough to buy a small house in the concession, which is safe and clean. Marrying a dancer is crazy.

"That was A Miao from the Wei A family, right?" Someone changed the subject easily.

When it comes to the Wei family, they sigh.

"It is said that this is a time of trouble. The Wei family has also been unlucky this year."

"Who said it wasn't true? Two old men from the Wei family died of illness at the beginning of the year."

"In the middle of the year, the second son of the Wei family left his wife and three children and ran away. A few days later, his wife remarried with all the valuables in the family."

"Wei Ada has three children of his own, and he relies on pulling a rickshaw to support his family of eight..."

The people here have lived in this alley for decades, and the villagers know each other very well, even knowing which family has a hole missing on its bowl.

Little Jiangsu had only come here to make a living a few years ago, so he asked curiously:

"Is there no explanation for Brother Wei's matter?"

As soon as he asked this question, he saw a man in a patrol uniform walking over, and the others immediately became a little restrained.

"Little Nanjing, give me a bowl of wontons, sprinkle more chopped green onions on it."

Little Nanjing, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, liked this young and unpretentious patrolman very much. He immediately gave up the idea of ​​eavesdropping on the adults' conversation, said "Okay" with a smile, and started to cook wontons skillfully.

Someone offered the young man a seat, squatted beside him with a bowl in his hand and said with a smile:

"Is Patrolman Xiao Wu at work?"

The young man called Patrolman Xiao Wu is very handsome, with well-defined cheeks and a pair of peach blossom eyes that smile before he speaks. Thanks to the patrolman's uniform, he looks more majestic.

The young patrolman sat down, took a sip of his pork fat wonton with chopped green onions, sighed, and asked:

"What are you talking about? It's so lively?"

Xiao Jiangsu asked his previous question again:

"Patrolman Xiao Wu, you work in the French Concession, so you must know what happened to Wei Ada."

All the eyes nearby stared over, and even Grandma Cui, who was making scallion pancakes next door, slowed down her movements.

Mrs. Dong from the barber shop opposite also cast a wink at Patrolman Xiao Wu, waiting for him to talk about the big news that happened in the alley in the past few days.

Wu Ziyang did not keep the old neighbors who had watched him grow up secretive. He swallowed the wonton in his mouth and said:

"He was just unlucky to be caught in a gang fight. In order to protect Ah Miao, he had someone shoot him. Because it was a gunshot wound, the hospital didn't dare to admit him."

He didn't say anything. Wei Da had a gunshot wound in his stomach and no hospital could cure it. Instead of staying in the hospital, it would be better to go home. This would also be a good thing for the heavily burdened Wei family.

The people nearby were sighing and didn't say much.

They have been neighbors for decades. Wei Ada is a simple and honest person. Whenever someone needs help, he just works and never complains.

Who can feel good about the fact that someone who was still alive two days ago is now waiting to die at home?

"Yesterday I saw Dr. Ding from the clinic next door also come to my house. I heard him at the door with my own ears. He said he was preparing for his funeral."

Aunt A Xiu lived next door to Wei Miao's house, so she knew more than others and told them what she saw and heard.

Everyone sighed for a while.

"What a cannibalistic world this is!" Grandma Cui raised her arms and wiped away her tears.