Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

"Congratulations to the host, successfully completed the task." The system said.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes, sat up, and stretched himself.

He got up and got out of bed, took out a can of coffee from the refrigerator, opened it and took a sip: "System, check the task settlement."

"Yes."

As soon as the words were finished, a transparent display screen appeared in front of Meng Zezhi.

323 small world task settlement

Client: Qin Hao

Main task: Revenge (8000 points of merit reward, the completion of the task depends on Qin Hao's satisfaction)

Mission Completion: 100%

Reward: 8000 points of merit

If you buy fifty bottles of soul strength growth liquid, you will deduct a total of [-] points of merit.

After the mission is completed, the host will stay in Small World 323 for a total of 20 years and deduct [-] points of merit.

Additional rewards for the examination merit division:

The host stayed in the small world of No. 323 for 20 years, subdued or eliminated 22 ghosts in total, and rewarded [-] points of merit.

Help the No. 323 small world to rise to the Dayang Dynasty, save all the people from fire and water, and reward 54 points of merit.

Interfering with the progress of Small World No. 323 will deduct 51 million points of merit.

Total: -8000 points of merit.

Immediately afterwards, the screen interface changed.

Name: Meng Zezhi

Age: 342+41

Charisma: 1164

Soul Strength: 1195+500

IQ: 290

Merit: 99960-8000

Skills: Physics (introduction), mathematics (introduction), chemistry (introduction to the door), biology (introduction to the door), Taoism (introduction to the door), medicine (introduction to the door)

成就：6323号小世界十大杰出物理学家、4762号小世界十大著名数学家、284号小世界千古一帝、7528号中世界救世土地神（伪）、1530号小世界中医泰斗、323号小世界一代明君

Meng Zezhi is still very satisfied with the title of a generation of Mingjun. Although it is not as good as the title of the No. 284 small world, the eternal emperor, but who told this world that he patronizes writing poems?

After drinking the last sip of coffee, he threw the can into the trash can: "System, let's go to the next task."

"Ok."

"Matching the mission world!"

"World match successful!"

In the midsummer afternoon, Cicada was talking on the old tree.

"Sell jelly, sell tofu nao... sell jelly, sell tofu nao..." The mechanical cries of loudspeakers came from my ears.

Meng Zezhi lazily leaned on the telegraph pole, picked out his ears, and called to the peddler who was walking towards him carrying two metal buckets: "How do you sell jelly?"

The peddler immediately quickened his pace: "One dollar a bowl, do you want it?"

Meng Zezhi took out a crumpled five-cent bill from his pocket, thought for a while, and then took out a copper coin from another pocket, and handed the money to the peddler: "Have a bowl."

"okay!"

The peddler put down his burden quickly, took a plastic bowl the size of a palm, opened the iron bucket, filled a bowl of jelly, mixed it with vinegar and brown sugar water, and handed it to Meng Zezhi.

Just as the peddler was packing up his things and was about to leave, a panting voice came from behind: "Wait, old man, bring me a bowl of jelly too."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a huge beer belly.

The corner of Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on the wallet full of bank cards in his hand, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I'm looking for you 49." The peddler left carrying the burden.

The middle-aged man found a place under the shade of the tree, and after eating half a bowl of jelly, he came alive: "It's comfortable."

Meng Zezhi said, "Uncle, it's still running outside in such hot weather!"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was taken aback, and turned to look at Meng Zezhi, probably because he didn't expect Meng Zezhi to strike up a conversation with him.

"Isn't there no way to do it!" Xu was out of character, or he was suffocated, and he complained: "Isn't this a friend of mine who owed me a lot of project money and has been procrastinating on paying it back? Something happened, and I was in a hurry to spend money... Otherwise, I would also like to stay at home and turn on the air conditioner."

"That's it," Meng Zezhi said with a smile, "It seems that Uncle is a big boss."

"I don't dare to be a big boss. At most, I'm someone who works for others." Even though he said so, the middle-aged man couldn't help showing a hint of pride on his face.

He came back to his senses, and looked Meng Zezhi up and down: "Little brother, is he still studying?"

"Yes." Meng Zezhi replied

"Where do you go to school?"

"One high."

"No. [-] high school." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "My son graduated from No. [-] high school."

Yi Gao is the best high school in the county.

"What a coincidence." Meng Zezhi threw the plastic bowl away, and the plastic bowl fell steadily into the trash can not far away. He turned to look at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face: "Seeing that we are so predestined Now, let me give Uncle a piece of advice, when you go home in the afternoon, don't run into the alley, it's easy to get into trouble."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was taken aback again, and when he came to his senses, Meng Zezhi had already put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked away.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man came out of a building.

The person who sent him off kept apologizing: "...I'm sorry bro, the money has dragged you for so long, and I can't help it..."

"It's okay," the middle-aged man lifted the suitcase in his hand. Now that the money was in his hand, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

He said in a good voice: "Which one of us brothers is with whom? If it wasn't for the urgent need for money, I wouldn't have come to my door."

"Understand, understand, or I will send you off, you see... you are not very safe."

"No need," the middle-aged man didn't care, "it's in broad daylight, and I don't have the courage to measure those little thieves."

"OK then."

Unexpectedly, not long after coming out of the building, the sky suddenly darkened.

The middle-aged man murmured inwardly, but since there was no shelter from the rain nearby, he could only quicken his pace.

As a result, just halfway there, there was a loud bang overhead, and heavy rain poured down.

"Damn." The middle-aged man couldn't help but swear, he turned around decisively, and ran towards the alley not far away.

After running for a while, I finally saw a place to hide from the rain. At this time, the sky had completely darkened.

The middle-aged man was out of breath, and when he pulled up his pants, they were already drenched.

He looked up at the sky, frowning: "I'm afraid the rain won't stop for a while."

As he spoke, he looked up and looked around, and suddenly remembered what the little brothers he met half an hour ago said to him.

He said, when you go home, don't run into the alley, it's easy to get into trouble.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind the middle-aged man.

He subconsciously wanted to look back, and the next second, a sharp object hit his back.

Immediately afterwards, a cold shout came from next to my ear: "Don't move, raise your hand."

The middle-aged man suddenly tensed his spine, and raised his hands trembling.

"Going out to surf the Internet again?" Seeing Meng Zezhi coming back so late again, Jiang Hongxian was furious.

Meng Zezhi paused, imitating his predecessor, pretending he hadn't heard anything, went to get a glass from the table, turned on the faucet on the enamel water tank, and took half a glass of water.

"I'm deaf when I'm talking to you." Jiang Hong first slapped the table.

"Can you take care of yourself? You are already in the third year of high school this year, and you still run around outside all day. I worked so hard to pay for your schooling. I didn't let you use the money to smoke and drink, and go to Internet cafes to play games online."

"Look, look at what my hands look like..."

"...If only you could have Wentian's success." Jiang Hongxian looked resentful.

The Wentian he was talking about was the son of a family in the village next door to him. He was related to the Jiang family in an oblique way, but his family was worse than the Jiang family. During the college entrance examination, he passed the second line and entered a remote area There are two schools.

Unexpectedly, after graduating from university, he was admitted to the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau. Last year, when the county built an industrial park, he included his house in the scope of demolition, and got two small 40-square-meter resettlement houses and [-] in cash.

For Jiang Hongxian, this is a great promise.

Chu Huihua came out of the kitchen: "Okay, have you said enough? Go take a bath when you've said enough. The water will be boiled for you."

As she said that, she turned her head to look at Meng Zezhi: "Your father received three fake money in a row today, and he has a bit of a temper. Don't take his words to heart."

For Jiang Hongxian, receiving three fake money is equivalent to two days of work for nothing, so it's no wonder he's in a good mood.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi's face was slightly better when he pulled it down.