Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

The sun sets.

The old man, who was thin but energetic, led a half-year-old child home slowly along the dirt road.

The half-grown child was making a fuss and didn't want to walk, so he had to wait for his father's motorcycle.

The old man smiled: "Hey, don't make trouble, let's see daddy goose-step for you..."

…

Yang Ge opened his eyes, and in his dream the orange sunset seemed to shine into the dark house.

Grandpa's thin, detached face was like an animated picture, smiling at him, waving to him, and calling his name in his mind.

His rigid thinking seemed to drift into his memories, and he turned into himself when he was young. He held his grandfather's thin but warm hand and walked home along the winding dirt road...

The way home is so long.

No matter how hard I walk, I can’t see home…

He just stared blankly at the old man and the young man, walking along the dirt road.

Until daybreak.

The cock crows.

The dream finally woke up...

He got up from the bed, washed up as usual and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

But today, Xiao Huang was lying in front of the stove, his tail no longer wagging.

After breakfast, Yang Ge dressed up and went out, going straight to the dressing room.

The first few days of the first lunar month were the days for ancestor worship and marriage. The business of the white goods shops in the city was very good. Yang Ge spent a long time shopping around before finally buying Qi Yuanbao candles and incense.

On the way home, there was the sound of firecrackers setting off everywhere. People put on their best clothes and took to the streets to congratulate acquaintances on the new year and new weather with smiles on their faces... No matter how the past year has been, for the new year, People have great hopes after all.

Yang Ge walked through the thick fog of gunpowder smoke and seemed to merge into the festive ocean.

When he got home, he went straight to the backyard, took out a hoe and shovel from the utility room, picked a corner in the vegetable patch, raised the hoe, and started digging.

"hey-hey!"

The ground was frozen hard, but it couldn't withstand his brute strength.

He shouted slogans, raised his hoe, twisted his waist, and occasionally stopped to spit in his palms, then dug up the soil with hoe after hoe, and then shoveled the soil up with the shovel.

When the sun was shining, a lonely grave had been built in the corner of the vegetable field.

There are many names of people named Yang engraved on the tombstone.

His own name is also on it.

Yang Ge knelt in front of the grave, burned the paper money he bought and muttered in a low voice: "I am living a good life now. I have no worries about food and clothing. I have more money, less things to do and am still close to home. Don't worry about me all the time. I can take care of myself, but my parents, please check on them for me when you have time, and tell me that I'm fine, but I've gone too far this time and can't go back. Let him and my mother Take good care of your health..."

Maybe the smoke was so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes. He threw the paper money on hand into the fire and kowtowed three times: "Don't miss me too much. It's so far here and your legs and feet are not good. Come here." It’s quite a trip!”

The grave mound was silently covered in smoke.

Like the mountains of my hometown.

It's like the tree in front of your house.

Yang Ge stood up, pursed his lips vigorously, and walked to the front yard.

Halfway there, he turned back and looked at the grave, and seemed to see the skinny old man again, standing in front of the gate of his hometown house with mud walls, waving to him...

…

"Xiao Huang, it's time to eat!"

Yang Ge took off his apron and shouted toward the yard.

"Woof woof woof!"

Xiao Huang's cry came from the courtyard.

He poked his head out in confusion and looked towards the courtyard, and saw Xiao Huang standing in the courtyard, wagging his tail towards the courtyard door.

"Who!"

He quickly came out of the kitchen house.

Fang Ke's voice came from outside the courtyard door: "My boss, it's me!"

Yang Ge opened the courtyard door, and Xiao Huang was about to go up to him, but saw that this guy had empty hands, so he turned around and left.

Fang Ke stretched out his hand and rubbed the air, and scolded with a smile: "Snobbish, I won't bring you delicious food next time!"

Yang Ge let go of the courtyard door and walked in: "Why don't you knock on the door?"

Fang Ke: "Isn't there Xiao Huang!"

Yang Ge: "You came just in time, I just made dinner..."

Fang Ke: "I've already eaten. Why do you have lunch at this hour?"

Yang Ge: "Something delayed me...what, is something wrong?"

Fang Ke: "There's something wrong!"

Yang Ge: "Wait for me, let's talk while eating!"

He got into the stove and worked for a while, then came out with two large bowls, one bowl placed on the ground.

Xiao Huang glanced at Fang Ke and took a lick of his rice bowl.

Fang Ke:......

Yang Ge walked to the grape trellis holding a sea bowl bigger than his face: "Sit down and talk."

Fang Ke glanced at the cold rice and vegetables in his bowl: "This is what you want to eat during the Chinese New Year?"

Yang Ge said angrily: "Don't you have any idea why I eat this?"

Fang Ke: "This, that, hahaha..."

Yang Ge: "What's going on? Tell me!"

Fang Ke: "I received news that a large number of Huainan Jianghu people have entered the city... coming for Zhang Mazi!"

Yang Ge glanced at him in surprise: "Are they the helpers invited by the nursing home leaders from the three major grain merchants?"

Fang Ke shook his head: "No, the Li family paid a lot of money for Zhang Mazi's bonus. These people in the world are here for money."

Yang Ge asked with great interest: "A lot of money? How much does it weigh?"

Fang Ke: "Five thousand taels!"

Yang Ge paused with the chopsticks in his hand and nodded: "That's indeed a lot of money."

He worked as a waiter at Yuelai Inn for seven months.

As for him, he had only been serving as the commander-in-chief of the Embroidery Guard for more than three months.

Therefore, he will not treat money as money just because he gets money quickly from the position of Xiu Yiwei Zongqi.

Five thousand taels... At the price last July, he could buy several thousand tons of corn and hundreds of yards as big as his house!

Ordinary workers will never earn that much money in ten lifetimes!

Fang Ke smiled and said: "No, I even want to get a death row prisoner to come and receive this bonus!"

Yang Ge shook his head and indicated that the money could not be earned: "There are many people here, right?"

Fang Ke put away his smile, nodded and said: "There are more than thirty, brothers, follow me!"

Yang Ge thought for a moment and said: "Don't follow. Just take people and tell them one by one that they are looking for the gangster Zhang Mazi. We don't care. But if anyone dares to mess around in the road pavilion, don't blame us." You’re welcome to celebrate the New Year!”

Fang Ke nodded: "I'll do it right away!"

Yang Ge took two mouthfuls of food and asked, "Where are those people in the prison?"

Fang Ke: "They are all still alive!"

Yang Ge: "Go and find some excitement for them. Don't they like to spend money to do things? It just so happens that I also like to collect money and not do things."

Fang Ke: "Understood, keep it and they will send the money to your door tomorrow."

Yang Ge nodded: "Then let's go do the work. Be careful when greeting the brothers these days. You must go out in groups of three, and all carry sounding arrows. If anything happens, call for support!"

Fang Ke stood up, cupped his fists and raised his hands: "I'm going right now!"

PS: It will be on the shelves tomorrow, sacrifice a book to attract luck.

"What bad intentions can Batman have?"

Chen Tao never expected that even if he traveled through time, he would actually become Batman himself.

As we all know, Batman is extremely smart, has extraordinary wisdom, and has extraordinary fighting skills. But - what does all this have to do with me, a time traveler?

oh! It's okay, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...? ! ? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?