Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Noticing Lan Tianlei's gaze, Chu Chen turned his head and smiled in response.

But in his heart he thought, judging from this situation, it was probably impossible for Lan Tianlei to get up early on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

It seems I'll have to talk to him about this later: This miraculous medicine is good, but it shouldn't be used in excess.

Otherwise, if we wake up tomorrow and hear the news that the city lord has passed away, things will get really bad.

With the addition of perfume, the meal felt as harmonious as a family dinner.

After saying goodbye to Lan Tianlei and the others, Chu Chen drove the van towards Mashan Village.

If I don't go back soon, Tiger's people will probably come looking for me.

At this moment, Mashan Village is bustling with activity.

Tiger shouted loudly, "Make the pieces of meat bigger! Don't be stingy, eat as much as you want!"

"Hey you, the water's boiling, get the pot down here!"

But the crowd didn't get angry at Tiger's shouts; instead, they happily went about their business.

The villa was brightly lit, and the two huge red lanterns at the entrance radiated a festive glow.

Outside the door, there were about ten large pots filled with stewed meat.

Long benches and tall tables had already been set out, with tableware neatly arranged on them.

Looking at the busy crowd, tears welled up in Wang Defa's cloudy eyes.

Thinking back to this day last year, the entire Mashan Village was so quiet that only Feng Er's big yellow dog would occasionally let out a howl.

Gu Xiufang led the lame old woman, chewing on the bitter wild vegetable pancakes.

Feng Er, carrying a knife, almost stewed the rhubarb.

Everyone was eating coarse food and wild vegetables in the cold wind; there was never a trace of meat flavor to be tasted.

Look at this year, the whole Mashan Village is filled with the smell of meat, and every child is holding something called a lollipop.

He licked it with such satisfaction.

The men and women chatted and laughed, working together happily.

The one who changed all of this was Chu Chen, the notorious spendthrift son of the surrounding villages.

It seems this child is truly a reincarnation of a deity, having awakened his intelligence.

In just a few months, Mashan Village, which was on the verge of fleeing famine, was transformed so that every family had food to eat and everyone had clothes to wear.

Why hasn't Chu boy returned yet? Could something have happened to him?

Wang Defa beckoned to Hu Zi: "Go to the village entrance and meet Chu Wa Zi. Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Alright, Uncle Wang." After saying that, Hu Zi led several strong young men, each carrying a long knife, toward the village entrance.

Just then, Chu Chen's van came into view.

"Where's Tiger going with that knife? To hunt tigers?" Chu Chen poked his head out and asked Tiger.

"That's why everyone was worried about you two and thought we'd go out and greet you."

After Hu Zi finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the dining table, shouting and yelling.

Everyone greeted Chu Chen and Li Qinglian warmly.

Seeing this bustling scene, Chu Chen felt a deep sense of pride; all of this was because of him.

"Uncle Wang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I had lunch at the City Lord's Mansion and came back late."

Wang Defa replied with a smile, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Go and rest, the feast will begin soon."

The idea of ​​the whole village celebrating the Lunar New Year was something Chu Chen had explained to Li Qinglian before taking her to the city.

Not only Mashan Village, but Tang Jiangtao and his group also want to get involved.

Having fun together is one thing, but bringing Tang Jiangtao and others to Mashan Village is another purpose.

In fact, after spending these days together, Tang Jiangtao and the others had also developed a certain affection for Mashan Village.

Putting everything else aside, you get to eat and drink every day, and it's not dangerous at all. Who wouldn't like that?

He parked the van at the door and instructed everyone to help unload the clothes and fabrics.

Chu Chen plunged headlong into the tea room.

I brewed myself a pot of tea and then slipped into the space.

Chinese New Year is always a time for joy, and what he was looking for was fireworks and firecrackers.

Gunpowder hadn't even been invented yet, so how could these things exist?

It wasn't until I wandered around inside for a long time that I finally found a semi-remote fireworks and firecrackers specialty store.

There weren't many items; Chu Chen took out four or five firework boxes before leisurely sipping his tea.

With Hu Zi's shout, "Let's begin!"

Everyone crowded around the table.

Chu Chen, Wang Defa, Tang Jiangtao, Chu Dazhuang, Feng Er and Feng Wu, and others were arranged to stay in the living room on the first floor.

Wang Defa raised his glass: "This first glass is for Chuwazi, to thank you for everything you've done for Mashan Village."

With Wang Defa's words, hundreds of people inside and outside raised their glasses.

“Respect Chu boy............”

Chu Chen accepted the toasts offered by everyone without hesitation.

After all, it was because of him that Mashan Village became so lively.

Amidst the lively chatter, everyone was a little tipsy, and even Chu Chen was somewhat drunk.

The excitement below continued as Chu Chen and Hu Zi carried the fireworks to the open space outside.

Amidst the crackling sounds, a dazzling array of colors flashed across the sky.

Everyone had never seen such a scene before and exclaimed that it was a miracle.

Some of the more timid ones even knelt down facing the sky and kowtowed repeatedly.

Chu Chen twitched at the sight, but he didn't point it out. A miracle was a miracle, and he was too lazy to explain.

Li Qinglian nestled beside Chu Chen, gazing at the dazzling lights in the sky.

For a moment she was stunned, and without any reason she blurted out, "Husband, are you really a god descended to earth?"

Chu Chen frowned slightly upon hearing this: "I am your husband."

Having given that answer, Li Qinglian wasn't stupid; she probably wouldn't ask any more questions.

As expected, Li Qinglian did not say anything more.

No matter who he is or where he comes from, he is my husband.

Then what else is there to doubt?

Against such a beautiful backdrop, both of them seemed to feel a substance rapidly rising within their bodies.

As a result, the large solid wood tea table was a complete mess.

The noise downstairs still lingered, and the overturned teacups clinked and clattered in response.

Big Yellow, who was lying on the ground gnawing on a bone, glanced thoughtfully towards the second floor.

Then, with an expression of nonchalance, he continued gnawing on its bone.

The New Year's Eve dinner lasted until late at night before everyone happily went home.

The elderly people sitting on the ridges of the fields, keeping vigil for the New Year, all looked toward the direction of the workshop.

Following their gaze, from the workshop to the newly built barracks, and then to Chu Chen's villa.

A hopeful joy shone on everyone's face.

And this hope was brought about by that god-like figure, the former spendthrift son.

After Lunar New Year's Eve, it's the start of a new year.

So what kind of development and challenges will Mashan Village, which has shown some improvement, face in the new year?

"Alright, guys, time to go back to sleep!"

With a shout from an old man with white hair and beard.

The old people on the ridges of the fields all headed towards their own houses.

Chu Chen, standing on the second-floor windowsill, stubbed out his cigarette.

"Let's build a new rural village next year and have some fun."

After saying that, he walked towards the master bedroom...