General, take it easy

When he woke up again, an old man with white beard and hair was holding a strange metal in his hand. After gesturing on him a few times, he asked, "Do you know your name?"

"..."

"How old?"

"..."

"Remember where this is?"

"......"

"Do you know who he is?" The old gentleman pointed at Liang Mo

"Lady." The answer is to be cute, how cute.

Liang Mo's mouth twitched.

Lan Yunze originally adhered to the principle that silence is golden, and it was too shocking for the world to revive a dead body.

If they found out, would they kill him on the spot?

So Lan Yunze could only ask questions.

The old doctor looked at Lan Yunze sympathetically, sighed and said, "Amo, this child has suffered two head injuries, severe brain damage, and lost all memory. It's best to go to a big hospital to take a film."

Leaving behind a pile of pills, he waved his sleeves and left.

From the conversation, Lan Yunze knew.

This country called Huaxia, this place is its capital.

The folk customs are open, and the same-sex marriage law has been passed in recent years.

The past history and the change of dynasties have nothing to do with what he knew before.

Since he can come here, he doesn't know if he can go back.

This is not his world after all.

This body has the same name as her own. Before his grandfather died, he was afraid that the original owner would kill himself, so he used his marriage with Liang Mo as a bargaining chip to inherit the inheritance.

Temporarily staying at Liang Mo's house, the old man's legacy of the shop will be available to him when he is 25 years old.

And this Liang Mo is the owner of this dilapidated noodle shop.

Lan Yunze sighed, the other party turned out to be a small businessman, so he must not be very talented.

It is inevitable that merchants are a bit vulgar.

Lan Yunze couldn't accept marrying a man.

But since ancient times, the orders of parents, the words of matchmakers, and the wretched wife, how can they be abandoned.

A majestic man who spends his whole day in trouble and drinks for seconds, is really ashamed.

What surprised Lan Yunze the most was that the original host turned out to be the anchor of the "live broadcast room".

After several times of questioning, Lan Yunze found out.

The so-called anchors are ancient actors.

I thought he was a dignified general who ruled the country, but now he has become an actor.

Lan Yunze's face turned from white to blue, from blue to black, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.

I secretly made up my mind that I would never be an "anchor" in the future.

But life is full of surprises, I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

Lan Yunze dug out the contract from a corner, and learned that if he did not fulfill the contract, he would pay a sky-high liquidated damages of 4W for more than 200 hours of live broadcasting time per day.

Lan Yunze converted 200W RMB into silver, which is 6600W taels.

Even if he used to have a small fortune, he was just eating the royal rations to get his salary, which is undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Once he travels to the modern age, he falls into a weak shell and has to bear huge debts.

What makes him blush even more is that now it is men who maintain the noodle shop for their livelihood.

It is really shameless for Lan Yunze to let his wife "show his face" to support the family.

Although he decided to go back to Fang Fang, but before that, this person was his wife after all, and he should take good care of him.

With a sullen face, Lan Yunze walked up to Liang Mo and bowed to him.

"Miss, thank you for your hard work. As a husband tomorrow, I will use the "live broadcast" to earn money for my family."

"..."

Liang Mo felt that Lan Yunze's brain seemed to need to go to the hospital.

In the next few days, Liang Mo couldn't laugh anymore.

He is like a kindergarten teacher, explaining all kinds of weird problems for Lan Yunze.

"What is this? Why is there a human voice?"

"Mobile... um... can make long-distance calls."

"Oh..." Lan Yunze nodded obediently, this thing is probably like sound transmission for thousands of miles.

"What kind of monster is this, why does it contain human souls?" Lan Yunze asked in shock, pointing at the LCD TV on the wall.

"LCD TV, photoconductive imaging, just the picture, not the soul."

The veins on Liang Mo's forehead were throbbing, and his knuckles were pinching.