Movie Variety Show: Starting from a New World

Zhao Cheng sat on the smoke bridge in the cell, thinking about what to do now? After all, he came here in his clothes, so he sorted out his equipment.

The cotton-padded jacket I'm wearing is a military uniform and is of very good quality. It's much warmer than the cotton-padded jackets of this era. Most importantly, the fabric is strong, so I don't have to worry about it getting worn out in a few years.

I wore a 03 fleece coat inside, which was quite warm and kept me warm. My pants were new brand overalls, the quality was needless to say. After all, I spent nearly a thousand yuan on them. I had to dress up when I went back to my hometown to do some business. The cotton pants were also the ones I wore in the army, and so were the shoes, no problem.

The cell phone was on the passenger seat of the car and didn't come over. There was only a lighter in his pocket, a box of .5 Zhongnanhai cigarettes, half a pack.

There was nothing in my trouser pockets, after all, driving was inconvenient. I was completely broke.

Zhao Chengdu was a little speechless. If he really knew about time travel, he would have put more things in his pockets. His whole body was cleaner than his face.

But when I touched my smooth face and looked at my white palms, I didn’t know if it was because of the baptism of a wormhole or something else, but my skin was better than when I was young.

Although Zhao Cheng started to gain weight in middle age, he was still quite handsome when he was young. In the old saying, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very decent. Zhao Cheng felt all over his body and found that not only was his ugly belly gone, but even the fat in some places on his body was gone, and he even had six-pack abs.

A young body, what a blessing! Zhao Cheng thought. Is this the only blessing God has given me after traveling through time? It's not bad, after all, I've made myself young again. It's the winter of 1948, 74 years away from my own time. I should try to live until then. After all, I only look eighteen or nineteen now.

Zhao Cheng is a very optimistic person. After all, although he wasn't born into wealth, he had enough to eat and drink. His quality of life plummeted after his father passed away when he was in college, but that didn't break him. Optimism is Zhao Cheng's nature, or what they call a big heart!

When you come to this world, you must first solve the problem of food and accommodation, as well as household registration! I want to get a Beijing household registration in this life!

Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng also looked across at Dengzhao. He knew that Dengzhao would be arrested by Jin Hai and his men and thrown into the Beijing Prison at noon today. His power would likely dissipate once Jin Hai dealt with Dengzhao's little brother with the Japanese sword. After all, in these chaotic times, whoever feeds you is your mother! Who knows what will happen if the Red Army enters the city? Didn't they see that the soldiers have sold their livelihoods?

"Should I go out and look for Lampshade's lair?" Zhao Cheng considered this possibility. However, after thinking about it for a while, he decided it wouldn't work.

Because when watching the video later, when Dengzhao was carried out of Jinhai's house by Xu Tian, ​​it was this little brother with a Japanese sword who took action. He must be Dengzhao's confidant and diehard. If Jinhai hadn't killed this little brother last night, I guess this guy would have brought people to break into the prison yesterday. They have long and short guns, as well as grenades. Wouldn't it be easy to rob this small police station? Dengzhao's little brother with a Japanese sword was killed by Jinhai. Dengzhao's men must have run away with money or something. You can wait until you get out and ask Xu Tian where Dengzhao's lair is and see if there's a chance to take some. After all, he is penniless!

The household registration issue must be solved by Xu Tian. After all, I have finally gotten the upper hand. If I don't let him solve it, who will? I can't just drag him into the police station and have him beaten up. That's not acceptable!

"Brother Zhao Cheng, come and have something to eat. It's nothing special, just a bite!" When Zhao Cheng was thinking about how to ask Xu Tian to solve the household registration problem, Yan San walked in with two steamed buns and a bowl of sorghum rice porridge.

Seeing the food, Zhao Cheng didn't bother to be polite with Yan San. He took it and started eating. After all, he had been hungry all night and was beaten. Zhao Cheng was really hungry.

As for eating only steamed bread and sorghum porridge? Does it make your throat sore? Brother, you're not starving. When you're hungry, everything tastes delicious.

In less than five minutes, Zhao Cheng had finished eating a steamed bun and a mouthful of sorghum rice porridge.

"Third brother, do you have anything else?" Zhao Cheng looked at Yan San embarrassedly.

Yan San felt helpless as he looked at Zhao Cheng, who was looking at him pitifully. The Baizhifang Police Station was usually deserted, and Xu Tian and I didn't usually eat there, so there wasn't much to eat for the time being. But after all, Xu Tian had beaten him up without any reason, and he had even helped Xu Tian find the direction of Xiao Duo'er's murderer, so it was only right that he should be given something to eat.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll go out and find you something to eat." Yan San said and left. There was a place selling buns not far from the police station, so I went out and bought him some.

Zhao Cheng, on the other hand, had eaten two steamed buns, but the hunger pangs hadn't been alleviated much. He was still starving. "Is this body still continuing to transform? Could it be transforming me into a superman?" Zhao Cheng couldn't figure out the state of his body, but he didn't take it personally. He just had to accept what had happened. Gains and losses were my fate. Let it be. At most, he'd just eat more in the future.

About ten minutes later, Yan San came back with an oil-paper bag. He opened the prison door and walked to Zhao Cheng.

"You're so lucky today! These are the best big buns stuffed with pork and cabbage, sold by a kid. What a coincidence!" Yan San put the paper bag in Zhao Cheng's hand, took one out, and started eating it. The buns were indeed delicious.

Zhao Cheng was even more blunt. He didn't care whether the buns were hot or not. He just picked them up and started eating. After finally eating eight meat buns as big as his fist, his stomach felt warm and he was no longer so hungry.

"Third brother, you know what, these meat buns are really delicious. Where did you buy them? I'll buy some when I have a chance. They're really delicious!" Zhao Cheng looked at the buns in Yan San's hand, swallowed his saliva and asked.

Yan San only ate the second one at this point, without even looking up. "A kid passing by the door was selling it, carrying a steamer on his back. I bought it because it smelled good. I didn't ask what it was called, so I don't know. But I should be able to run into him again, right? After all, he has to be selling buns, right?" Yan San didn't know the bun seller either. After all, the city is so big, it's impossible for him to know everyone.

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng knew that whether he could eat the buns again would probably depend on fate, but these buns were really delicious, and he would definitely buy more if he had the chance.

"By the way, Third Brother, I came to Sijiucheng from outside the Great Wall and want to stay here. Can you help me register my household registration?" Zhao Cheng thought about the household registration issue and said to Yan San.