Start call: My pet actually comes from history

At dawn the next day, the small mountain village was awakened by weeping, howling, sorrow and joy.

Many villagers who were still sleeping on their beds suddenly woke up.

I looked at the time on my phone.

It was only five o'clock, but the message from the group leader @everyone in the mobile phone GoXin group chat was like a blow to their head.

The old patriarch Zhao Fuzhuang passed away.

With shock and disbelief, most of the people who were woken up just put on their clothes casually and hurried out towards the three-story building at the entrance of the village.

People who came early were surrounding Zhao Wu, who was wearing sackcloth and mourning at the door, and couldn't help but ask: "Zhao Wu, are you kidding me? Didn't the clan master look fine yesterday?"

"That's right, the old man said last month that he wanted to hug my grandson when he was born. How could he disappear in one night?"

"..."

Zhao Wu was surrounded by many villagers who were one or two years older than him. He could only shout with all his strength and sadness: "Stop arguing, who would make fun of the old man? The old man passed away last night, don't make any more noise." No one is allowed in, don’t disturb the old man’s rest.”

After the words fell, the villagers present fell silent, but gradually, under the leadership of someone unknown, a suppressed cry slowly began to sound in the crowd.

Zhao Fuzhuang.

This man who was born in the 1921th year of the Republic of China (102) finally closed his eyes and left this world at the age of [-].

The villagers present loved to follow this clan leader when they were young.

Because the master of this clan will give them sweets. He is tall and strong but very gentle.

When they do something wrong, they don’t hit or scold them like others, but they will gently tell them where they went wrong and why they can’t do it.

It can be said.

The current development of Zhaozhai Village is inseparable from Zhao Fuzhuang's sincere teachings to the younger generations.

but.

They would never see this old man again.

In the room, the crying had stopped. Su Buyu stood next to Zhong Xuan, looking at the black and white photo of the old clan master and sighing: "I will do my best for the old man. I will burn incense and go back. I will contact you later."

"Okay, contact me again."

Wearing a yellow robe specially used for rituals, Zhong Xuan watched Su Buyu burn incense and leave, turning to look at the photo of the deceased and sighing in the same way. He thought it was over after seeing off the female ghost last night.

After all, you are such an old man.

You obviously promised her to live for another two years and reunite with her. If you are so impatient, you can only blame yourself if you are taught a lesson on the road to hell.

.....

on the way back.

Su Buyu, who was sitting in the car, looked at Zhao Wen who looked sad and felt a little depressed. Although this time he earned [-] plus [-] pet coins as a reward for the long-term mission of the game and the money that the old man gave him in the early morning. A heavy wooden box with unknown contents.

But after all, I was still a little unhappy.

It was boring all the way.

until getting off.

Su Buyu held Liangyu Miao in one hand and a wooden box in the other, said hello to Zhao Wen and walked into the hotel.

Just walked in.

A burst of cursing roars erupted from the backyard: "Zhao Ji, I'll beat you to death. You are such a loser. You can't even run three kilometers. Liu Chan is better than you."

"Uncle Zhao, you are scolding me, what are you doing with me?"

Liu Chanmiao, who was greeting Su Buyu, heard Kuang Yin's roar and meowed loudly subconsciously. Then, he looked at Su Buyu, who had a plain face, and asked to please: "Father, has something happened? Don’t worry, I’ll take you to Emperor Father and Master Xuan to ask them to stand up for you.”

"No."

Su Buyu calmed down and waved his hand. He didn't bother to talk to Liu Chanmiao about last night.

At this time.

Du Fu Rabbit poked its head out from the aisle. The moment it saw Su Buyu, it walked out and waved to Su Buyu: "Sir, you came back just in time. I also have something to talk to you about. Let's go upstairs to discuss it." How about talking about it?”

What needs to be done upstairs? Can't we talk about it here?

Although Su Buyu was confused.

But Du Futu had something important to do with him, so he simply nodded, placed the wooden box on the sofa, and walked towards the corridor.

Go all the way upstairs and push open the room.

Su Buyu still didn't know what Du Futu wanted to do with him. He had no choice but to do so. This guy was mysterious and said nothing until he was urged by Du Futu to sit in front of the laptop and look at the interface on the computer in a daze.

If I read it correctly.

This seems to be a novel, and the title of the book clearly reads... "Recreating the Prosperity of the Tang Dynasty"

Su Buyu: ....

Du Fu really loves it, I really cried to death. Watching "Recreating the Tang Dynasty", Su Buyu subconsciously clapped his hands and applauded Du Fu Tu and said a few perfunctory words: "Come on, Fuzi, I'm optimistic about you." "

after all.

There is indeed no one in the hotel who understands the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty after its fall better than Du Futu.

with curiosity.

Su Buyu opened the introduction and took a look. The protagonist is Du Futu himself. Generally speaking, on the eve of the Anshi Rebellion, Du Futu, who carried modern knowledge, tore Yang Guozhong to pieces, kicked Anlu Mountain, climbed to the top of the temple step by step, became the prime minister, and finally led The story of the Tang Dynasty unifying Asia and looking at the whole world, creating an invincible prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Omg.

I watched Silly Su being silent all day.

what is this.

Can Du Futu have some pursuits? He has already written a novel, so he can't blame Li Longji for becoming the emperor himself, but he only wants to be a prime minister? Even if I am not the emperor, I still have to create a republic.

Think about it.

Su Buyu still expressed his opinion, hoping that Du Futu would be the emperor instead of the prime minister in the end.

Never thought.

Du Futu, however, waved his hand and sternly refused to say that he had the final say in his novel. Even if it was a novel, he would not betray his inner desire to commit treachery and rebellion. Moreover, what he wrote was "Rebuilding the Prosperity of the Tang Dynasty". If he became the emperor, that would not be the case. To recreate the prosperous Tang Dynasty is to overthrow it.

Ah...this.

Fine.

As long as you are happy.

Su Buyu shrugged and said it didn't matter. It didn't matter what Du Futu did. Anyway, no matter what the result of the book was in the end, it was none of his business. The most important thing was that he felt that the book would definitely not be signed.

"Zimei, if nothing happens, I'll leave first."

As Su Buyu said this, he was about to turn around and leave.

But the next moment.

Du Futu pulled his clothes with his paws and said in a deep voice: "Yes, sir, please sign this contract for me. I need a bank card and identity information."

Su Buyu was stunned.

He, he, he, did you hear the signing just now?

what does it mean.

What does this mean.

He was just thinking that he would definitely not be able to sign a contract for this book. Why did he turn around and say that he was going to sign a contract? Isn't this just a slap in the face? He wanted to see which novel website was so shameless. I am willing to sign a contract for books with local titles.

thinking.

Su Buyu became serious. He sat down in front of the computer and started operating it with a wave of his hand.

After a while.

Su Buyu, who was typing on the keyboard, silently looked back at Du Futu and complained: "Zimei, what the hell is your name as a writer? I'm not a poet?"