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

Wei Miao was naturally interested, her eyes were frighteningly bright.

If she could swallow up all the wealth she had gained in one day by chance, her cultivation might be able to recover a little bit.

The largest amount she had ever swallowed was one hundred tons of gold. Compared with the amount of food a human eats, it was just like eating a tea egg for breakfast.

So in a way, she is always hungry, but she has learned to regulate that hunger with her human body.

"Back then, King Chongzhen broke into the Forbidden City, surrounded the national treasury, and plundered the land. Isn't A Miao interested in the accumulation of nearly three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty?"

Wei Miao was naturally interested, but she was a little nervous now. Was the handsome man in front of her, smiling but aggressive, trying to confront her?

Compared to the stingy Brother Lu, Mr. Zeng did give a lot, although he was just making empty promises, but she still knew him a little.

Such arrogant people generally value their promises and are careful about their reputation.

"Mr. Zeng, aren't you afraid that Brother Lu will sit up in shock from his dying illness?"

Wei Miao waited until his throat was no longer itchy before he spoke with a smile.

Uncle Zeng Bao raised his eyes to look at Wei Miao and called softly:

"I don't care about him. I only care about A Miao's wishes."

Wei Miao felt that if the monster in the book existed, it must be someone like Mr. Zeng who could bewitch people.

Fortunately, she is a person with a strong bottom line.

She pushed the tangerines on the fruit plate on the table toward Uncle Zeng Bao and said:

"Master Zhishang asked me to read a book. There is a sentence in it: Oranges grown in the south of the Huai River are oranges, while those grown in the north of the Huai River are bitter oranges. When the environment changes, the nature of things will also change. If I leave Shanghai and leave Brother Lu, I may not be what Mr. Zeng expects me to be."

Uncle Zeng Bao looked at the person in front of him quietly for a long time.

When should I start?

Did it start when Master Zhishang said that his life was in the osmanthus? Or when he first met her in the alley? Or when Aunt Wei Er told him the unexpected secret that she was a woman?

Everything is important, and nothing is too important. Whether his ideals and ambitions can be realized depends on this year.

"Is Mr. Zeng going back to the Northeast?" Uncle Zeng Bao's eyes were clearly calm, but Wei Miao could feel something churning inside.

As soon as she finished asking the question, lightning and thunder flashed outside the house, and the earth seemed to be shaking.

When only the crackling sound of rain remained, the phone in the room suddenly rang.

The two looked at each other and Wei Miao stood up to answer it.

"I'm looking for Mr. Zeng." It was Huang Xiaoan's voice.

Wei Miao turned his head to look at Uncle Zeng Bao who was sitting on the sofa. "Your phone number."

Uncle Zeng Bao stood up slowly. Although he was a thin man, the dim light lengthened his shadow. However, looking at his shadow on the ground, he looked very tall and mighty.

Uncle Zeng Bao held the phone, said "It's me," and didn't say anything else.

After a moment, he hung up the phone.

When he hung up the phone, the rain outside unexpectedly stopped.

It was as if the storm just now was an illusion.

"Xiushui Town was flooded."

Uncle Zeng Bao’s words made Wei Miao’s body tense up a little.

Brother Lu is right, this person does know a little bit about everything, but I don’t know how much he knows.

Uncle Zeng Bao looked at her cunning eyes and chuckled, "Don't worry, Miao, everything now is what I want to see."

Wei Miao said nothing.

The best choice is to remain silent in front of smart people.

Uncle Zeng Bao slowly walked over to sit opposite her, looking at her thinner face, revealing her young face, and whispered:

"The current situation is what I have been waiting for. It is exactly what I want. Whether it is the government, the northwest, or the Japanese, only when the world is in chaos can I..."

He didn't finish what he said, but Wei Miao knew it.

If he had tried his best to turn the tide from the perspective of a loyal minister of the previous dynasty, he might have been the one who could “turn the tide when it has already fallen and support the collapsing building.”

The man sitting in front of him is the same type of person as Brother Lu, but not the same type of person.

Both of them had lofty ideals and ambitions, but made different choices because of their different beliefs.

Wei Miao thought about it and said in a tangled way: "Mr. Zeng, I am just a kid who just wants to protect my family in troubled times, survive and live in this world."

Uncle Zeng Bao was not surprised to hear her say this, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Besides, in my eyes, the enemy has long been gone. Now it all depends on our own abilities."

Wei Miao nodded suddenly, "Yes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, that makes sense."

"Hahaha." Uncle Zeng Bao was amused by her appearance. His brows began to relax and he turned into a gentle and noble young man again.

“Hehehe~” Wei Miao also laughed, her dimples were still cute.

"I thought I could take advantage of the rain tonight and stay here to chat with Ah Miao. Now that the rain has stopped and everything is about to be settled, I will go home. Your mother even made some cornel porridge for me as a midnight snack."

Seeing Wei Miao covering his rumbling stomach and looking greedy after hearing the words "Cornus fruit porridge", Uncle Zeng Bao smiled and left the house.

It was cold outside the hospital, and he started coughing halfway through his laugh, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Is there anyone to pick you up?" Wei Miao asked worriedly.

Uncle Zeng Bao had his back to the light from the eaves, so I couldn't see the expression on his face. "Yes."

The bluestone slabs in the yard were washed clean and transparent by the rain. The dim light cast swaying shadows on each slab, just like the sunset Wei Miao saw at sea.

When you step on it with your leather shoes, ripples appear, and when you lift your feet, the water returns to normal as if you had not been disturbed just now.

Wei Miao pushed open the door, and standing at the door was Huang Xiaoan, who looked very respectful.

After watching the two people walking away in silence, Wei Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed the gate.

Wei Miao felt that he had to do something.

Uncle Zeng Bao suddenly came over at night to play cards with her, which caused her cerebellum to atrophy a little.

This person seemed to have explained everything, but he was also vague.

For example, does he know that Brother Lu is from the Northwest?

For example, does he know why he is so greedy for money and food?

For example, does he know about the secret passage under the house?

For example, does he know why Xiushui Town was flooded?

It seemed that every word and sentence was under control, but he did not ask her to verify anything, as if everything was under his control and he had a condescending mentality.

Brother Lu said that this is a God’s perspective.

Mr. Zeng has always been in poor health. I wonder if it has anything to do with his deep worry.

Wei Miao muttered, picked up the phone and dialed.

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