Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

A row of heads popped out from the wall of the blacksmith's workshop.

Looking at the two workshops working so hard, Tie Wenqin couldn't help but sigh.

That girl's brainwashing skills are really good. Look how shocked these people are. They wish they could devote themselves to her till their death.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at Qi Chengfeng and several disciples of Ling Heng Sect, and his heart suddenly felt balanced.

These people must have been fooled by Song Paner's eloquence. After coming to the workshop, they wanted to work twelve hours a day, without caring at all whether their junior uncle could stay up late.

No wonder the little girl kept saying, "Roll up! Roll them all up! If you can't roll them to death, roll them to death!"

He didn't know what this "scroll" meant before, but he finally understood it after the people sent by Ling Heng arrived.

Forget it, he can't lose to Qi Chengfeng. His master was the one who had the highest hopes for him back then. He said that as long as he didn't get lazy, the position of the number one swordsmith would be his.

Qi Chengfeng has been number one for so many years, it should be his turn, right?

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The first glass product produced by the glass workshop was a small statue of Song Paner, and they insisted on placing this glass statue in the workshop.

Song Paner: ...

It’s not that serious. She’s not dead yet. What’s there to worship?

The 20-centimeter-high glass phase was crystal clear, without even a single bubble. In the sunlight, it seemed to be glowing with divine light, and some people knelt down and kowtowed at that time.

Song Pan'er couldn't suppress the enthusiasm of the employees, so she had to let them do as they pleased.

This can be regarded as their spiritual sustenance in this troubled world.

But Song Pan'er never imagined that the first thing Mrs. Chen Er did when she was diagnosed with pregnancy was to order a glass statue of the same model from the glass workshop at a high price, saying that she would take it home and worship it every day.

Song Paner: ...

Isn't it that you guys are all more superstitious than each other?

When Mrs. Chen Er became pregnant, Chen Yingzhi immediately wrote a letter back to the Chen family to announce the good news.

It happened that Old Master Chen’s birthday banquet was approaching, so the couple paid the balance and gave him generous gifts, then packed up and returned to the city.

Chen Yingzhi solemnly invited Song Pan'er and his family to go to the provincial capital to attend Old Master Chen's birthday banquet ten days later, and Song Pan'er agreed.

She had never been to the provincial capital, so it was a good opportunity to go for a stroll.

Just two days after seeing off Chen Yingzhi and his wife, the day of the plane transaction arrived.

In the evening, Song Pan'er sat cross-legged on the ground, preparing for a new transaction.

I don’t know where Haha and Hehe went to play. They have been away from home all day and have been playing around in Wubao.

The screen lit up, revealing an old face with wrinkles all over it.

"Oh, you're still a little kid!" As soon as the old man opposite opened his mouth, Song Pan'er knew that he was a time traveler.

Because the natives would never call her "little friend".

"Hello grandpa, I am Song Paner from the ancient famine-escaping dimension." Song Paner waved her hand.

Wang Youfu's old face broke into a bright smile. "What a coincidence! I'm also in the plane of escaping from the wilderness. Have you already escaped from the wilderness?"

Song Pan'er nodded, "Yes, I just settled down in Jiangnan."

Wang Youfu slapped his thigh and said, "Jiangnan is great! I used to be a doctor at the Jiangnan Second Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

When talking about his identity before traveling through time, Wang Youfu felt a little melancholy.

He was an old Chinese medicine doctor who was about to be buried. He didn't expect to encounter a medical dispute. Not only was he stabbed a few times, but after his death he would even encounter a time travel like in a novel.

I'm about thirty years younger now, but the conditions are tough! My whole family had to flee famine, and now that I've just left the village, I don't know what the future holds.