Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Ji Wangshu struggled for thirty years in the modern world. He finally achieved peace of mind and finally reaped the rewards of his hard work. But before he could even catch his breath, a small chaotic world descended upon him.

Twenty years ago, an asteroid hit the blue planet, the living space became overcrowded, and the happiness index has been declining for eighteen consecutive years.

Misfortunes often bring good fortune. After this collision, humans unexpectedly discovered that they are not the only civilization in the solar system, and parallel space does exist!

It just so happened that the pursuit of time travel became a trend among people, just like a soft pillow given to a sleepy person. The planet opened a one-way interstellar service across time and space, and the Time Travel Bureau came into being.

For a time, science fiction myth writers and emotional fraud experts accepted small amounts of money and began to use the golden finger buff in great detail, describing in detail how postmodern people who traveled through time and space to other backward planets could do anything, and how they could earn a kingdom and collect all the beauties in the world while chatting and laughing!

Suddenly, the streets were filled with people shouting, "Recreate 100,000 Qin Shi Huangs and 180,000 Wu Huangs!" "If I can't do this, I'll find another way!" Many people actually rushed to the car!

In order to avoid violating the Advertising Law, these time-travel books all have a note in small, invisible print between the pages: The right to interpret this book belongs to the author.

The onlookers called it redundant. Who can go back for after-sales service for a one-way interstellar service?

On the other hand, the Travel Bureau will randomly give away a gift package called "Travel Through Time and Space, Wandering in the Stars and Mastering the World" to those who have too low a contribution value, but in fact they have lost their big claw machine and will never return.

Nowadays, who among the melon-eating crowd can't afford a magnifying glass? When you see those tiny words, you know that there is no such thing as a free lunch. You have to buy and read the books, eat the melons three times a day, and don't accept any gift packages.

There is new news that the KPI of the time-travel bureau is moving towards those people who have no ties and are alone and just want to lie down and wait for death. The group's thoughts are analyzed regularly to track their actions. Those who fail to meet the standards will be purified without any further explanation and dispatched at the speed of light while they are still asleep.

God knows that when I woke up, my throat felt like it was piercing and pulling, my head felt heavy and swollen like a lead weight, my chest felt stuffy and short of breath. When I finally managed to catch my breath, the heat coming out of my nostrils and mouth was like a fire dragon...

Huh? Wow! There's a wooden shelf above my head!!! Wooden shelf!! Wooden shelf!

Where's her ceiling, where's her chandelier!!

It's over! I brought her to this godforsaken place! My heart is chilling...

I still remember yesterday's regular report, in which I solemnly assured the Crossing Bureau that I would not be a long-term layabout. I planned to rest for two months and then actively look for a job to clean up the earth.

Smile in front of people but not behind their backs. When it gets dark, they will be sent away with one click.

The entire roof was a jumble of broken tiles, framed by large wooden beams, and ochre-colored rammed earth walls, the mud bricks neatly arranged. Inside the room was a dressing table, scattered with wooden combs, wooden hairpins, and silver hairpins, some inlaid with shells and pearls. To the right was a large, full-length wooden wardrobe, separated by a curtain from the inner room, which served as the bathroom. In the middle of the room stood a round table and several three-legged stools. By the window was a beauty couch, its bedding scattered about. At the foot of the couch stood a kang table, decorated with colorful needlework and fabrics. Beside it was a washbasin stand, hung with a yellow cloth for moisturizing the face. A drooping bamboo curtain at the doorway blocked the view outside. No need to strain to look; a chill washed over me.

The most painful thing for a person is that he has no money but has not spent it all, and the kingdom he has built is still warm, but he has become cold and hard. Fortunately, this family seems to have enough food to eat. He has been lying there for so long without anyone looking at him. I guess he is just another poor guy who has no parents to love him.

The northern part of Yaocheng is a mixed community of military households and merchants. The military households are rude and violent, and their families are often illiterate. They have loud voices and thick necks, and they are more hands-on than talkative. Merchants are extremely good at flattery, and flattery is their specialty. They are in it for profit. If there is a family in the north of the city that makes money without even talking, it must be the Ji family. The head of the family is a clerk in the army, a rare and reasonable and gentle person among the military households. The wife of the Ji family is a skilled embroiderer. Originally an embroiderer from Hangzhou County in the south, she was brought to Yaocheng by the unforeseen rebellion of the soldiers, and by chance she became a prominent craftsman. These days, any family with a government salary and a strong family background can afford to buy a couple of maids and live a comfortable life.

Alas, if it weren't for the saying that no one can be perfect, then people would be jealous. The Ji family's shortcomings are mainly due to their children. The couple has only one daughter in this life, and she is frail and sickly, too fragile to be able to withstand the wind. Let alone raising a family, everyone knows that one day they might have to bury their young one. Or as the old saying goes, in this world, children are debts from past lives, and they come only when there are debts to be paid. These trivialities are not important. If a merchant goes from door to door without hearing the sound of copper coins for a day, he would be very upset and uncomfortable. Miss Ji, who was unconscious a few days ago, barely survived again. It would be a good idea to catch the Ji family's parents and sell them some of their daughter's things.

Tsk tsk, everyone said it would be better to have more children to ensure that the medicine bottle would not break one day and the world would not fall apart. Some people also murmured that the hen might not lay eggs! The three or two people looked at each other, and everything was said without words. Isn't it true? The Ji family's suffering is yet to come.

She barely made it through, oh no, actually, Miss Ji had already passed away, she didn't make it. She had been seriously ill before, like the sky was falling, her original parents rushed to the clinic and begged the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth, and they watched over her tirelessly during her illness. I remember that day when the original owner had convulsions and her breathing was weak, and the four family members dragged doctors from four clinics to come. The big wronged Wangshu sighed pessimistically, and a group of people rushed into the room. Suddenly, the Ji family's parents collapsed beside the bed, crying and weeping, but their voices could not stop being happy, "My son, my sweetheart!"

New life comes into the world crying, and Wangshu was reborn in this cry.

People fight for a breath and gods fight for a stick of incense, but she doesn't need to fight, she just needs to breathe this breath.

At this moment, I was lazily lying on a bamboo rocking chair under the elm tree in the yard. When the wind blew, the elm seeds on the tree fell down one after another, and the elm seeds on the ground swirled in the wind, making circles in the open space in the yard, with no fixed place to stay.

Reaching out to catch one, the elm tree seeds are round and thin like banknotes, hence the name elm money. There's also a saying that "eating elm money can earn you extra money," and the people love to eat them. Because of the recent ups and downs, the Ji family missed the season for eating elm money, so the elm money strings were ready to fly into the wind.

I twisted the raised seed in the middle of the elm seed with my fingers. When in doubt, I can ask the spring breeze. The spring breeze is silent and follows my heart. The seeds fall to the ground and take root in the breeze. My heart is to accept the situation. So be it, accept what has come.

I felt sleepy in the afternoon and my body didn't have much energy. Sleep is the best way to maintain health. Wangshu covered his eyes with his sleeves and continued to take a rest under the warm sun and shade of the trees.

Normally, Xia Aiai, who couldn't stand the slightest bit of dirt, would take her daughter Taotao with a broom and dustpan to sweep everything away in no time, and then let Taotao climb up a tree and shake it vigorously. After cleaning up a lot, the yard would be clean for two days.

Today, he deftly split the light red silk thread to relieve the tension. He looked at the yard for a while, then stared at the silk thread. He couldn't help but smile and whispered to Madam Ji, "Shushu is getting better. Her complexion is getting rosier every day. I will take care of her from now on. I hope she can have a chubby face!"

The east wing housed Ji Niang's small embroidery workshop. Though it was a workshop, it was only her and Xia Yiyi who were diligent and quick-witted. At this moment, Xia Yiyi, wearing a headscarf and a man's linen gown with a curved hem, was expertly splitting the thread. Tall and incredibly strong, she often dressed like a man, her wide, curved gown making her walk briskly. She usually chopped wood, fetched water, and went out to buy groceries. In her free time, she did odd jobs in the embroidery room, splitting thread, setting up the needle, embroidering simple patterns, storing and organizing the embroidery, and making deliveries and collecting payments. She was a capable housekeeper.

The main exquisite embroidery work was done by Madam Ji. Her needle moved quickly, and the colorful silk threads crisscrossed in a myriad of patterns. Her sewing and embroidery skills were a unique skill of the boudoir. It was dazzling just to watch. If an outsider wanted to learn the skills, it would be impossible without instruction from both sides.

After hearing what Xia Yiyi said, Madam Ji kept working, glanced out the window, and then looked away. "Shushu is fine now, I feel relieved! God bless you!"