Take Taobao with you to another world

On the morning of the first day of the new year—it should be the third day of the new year on the earth plane, Yun Shen woke up with his habitual biological clock, and when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of deep black eyes.

"...Tian Lan?"

"Happy New Year." Fan Tianlan looked away nonchalantly, "You can still sleep for a while."

Yun Shen touched his watch from the bedside, looked at the time, and then realized that today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, which is a holiday for others, but a rare rest day for him. Lan said that he could still sleep for a while, but he didn't feel much sleepy anymore.

His residence is not locked. Fan Tianlan is also the manager of the workshop, and he lives not far from the next door. As a former mercenary, he has much more energy than Yun Shen. This is especially evident in his work and rest time. In the early morning, he would come to Yunshen's room to wait after finishing his own affairs. Most of the time, he would study by himself with books outside in the dim morning light. Yunshen was really impressed by the situation of staying by the bedside like today. Some surprises.

Seeing Yun Shen sitting up, Fan Tianlan also stood up, and when he turned and walked out of the room, Yun Shen stopped him.

Fan Tianlan turned his head, Yun Shen asked him to reach out, and put the big red wrapped candy into his palm.

"Happy New Year, Tianlan." Yun Shen smiled, "You are the first one."

Fan Tianlan was stunned, and Yun Shen continued, "Because there is no lucky money this year," and then he thought for a while, "In the new year, you must be healthy and happy."

"..." Fan Tianlan took the rustling candy into his palm, no matter what he thought, it was a fact that he had an eight-year age difference with this person, and it was natural for him to be regarded as a junior, "Me too. "

I hope you are safe and happy, free from worries and fears.

Those eight words were taught to him by Yun Shen, and they were also what he wanted to give to this person, no matter what the price was.

The fire in the stove outside stayed on all night. Fan Tianlan had already put the kettle on when he came, and the water temperature was just right for washing.The mechanical workshop is not open today, but the iron workshop cannot be stopped, and people need to remove the ice on the water tower, but the person on duty has already been decided, and Yun Shen in the dormitory only needs to show up in the afternoon.

Putting aside the drawings and various plans, this was Yun Shen's first really leisurely morning since he came to this world - relative.Of course, there are no regular entertainment programs for the New Year such as the Spring Festival Gala. Even if they can be seen through some channels, it is meaningless. For him, there is no sense of restraint in the trapped environment.

After all, now he has a student who is eager to learn and has a strong ability to absorb.

While Yunshen and Fan Tianlan were discussing issues such as cylinders, hot blast stoves, foundry plants, molten iron casting, blast furnace volume and utilization coefficients—it turned out that they were still working. As he raised his head, the icy water flowed down his short hair and face, making small splashes in the turbulent water surface of the clay basin.Splashing the water in the basin with no residual color on the grille floor, Taklar roughly wiped it with the cloth towel hanging around his neck. With his naked upper body steaming white and his wet short hair on his head, The cold in the morning seemed to have no effect on him, and Takla walked to the outside with a face of indifference, where there were three mirrors.

The mirror surface that was wiped every day was clean and bright. Takla squinted his eyes and looked at the man who had faded his colorful hair. A man from the Tongshan nationality happened to come here to fetch water with a clay pot at this time, and suddenly saw such a When someone appeared, he was so scared that he almost threw the jar in his hand.

"You, you..." The Tongshan man settled down, "Who is it?"

"Who am I?" Takla turned his head, put his hands on his waist, and asked slowly, "Who am I?"

The Tongshan man swallowed his saliva, stood stiffly for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran away.

Takla looked at his fleeing back with contempt, and then looked back at his own image in the mirror, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

No matter how Takla feels about his new image, he did give most people a surprise on the first day of the new year in his own way, or it is more accurate to say that the shock is more accurate, especially the reaction of his clansmen, which can be described as an uproar Now, the uproar was the uproar, no one really dared to say anything to him.

"...Only those eyes can prove that he is your mother's son." Broll glanced at the man leaning against the bench in a corner of the hall, and said to his husband.

For a long time before he met the magician, Takla kept a disheveled long hair that covered almost half of his face. Coupled with those particularly bright and colorful colors, it was difficult to distinguish his appearance, even His only younger brother has a vague memory of his face. After meeting the magician, he tidied himself up a lot, but that face, those eyes, and that iconic sharp smile, Takla saw It really doesn't look similar to Taduo, and after Takla regained the real hair color that almost no one has ever seen, the strangeness became more obvious.

Taduo looked depressed, "That guy has always had problems!"

The second child of Tado and Broll is a boy with the same thick eyebrows as his father. The hall is the default children’s playground. The usually lively child is playing a game of tossing balloons with his partners, and then the balloons fall to Takla’s feet. The 4-year-old boy, named Mandel, looked up at Takla as he ran to pick up the ball, meeting those amber eyes.

"..." The boy froze.

Takla snorted, hooked his toes, picked up the balloon, stretched out his left hand, clasped his fingers and bounced the balloon into the distance. Mandel's companion picked up the ball and looked at it with some fear. The boy who dyed a kind of dark green in his short chestnut hair took two steps back, turned around and ran towards his mother.Broll bent to catch him, and the four-year-old boy crawled along her legs and hands into her arms, burying his head in her warm chest.

"It's worthless!" Taduo scolded in a low voice.

Broll caressed her child, and her eyes stopped on Takla. She always knew that this man was different. He never shirked his responsibilities, but he seemed not interested in anything in this world. She witnessed He has rekindled his enthusiasm, and now even his appearance has completely changed.The object of Takla's preference has long been known. It is not surprising that he made the decision to step down as the patriarch, but...

The expression on Takla's face, who was originally bored, suddenly changed, and he stood up, and Tado's gaze turned to the same direction, "The magician is here." He said softly.

The thin figure that walked in from the cold white was familiar to everyone.

Seeing Takla's brand new image, even Yun Shen was startled.

When he gave Taklar a haircut last night, Yun Shen would not have imagined how much it would change his appearance, although it was more likely because of the return of Taklar's original hair color - that is a very beautiful , silver gray like metal matte, perhaps because of the moisture, the hair that was combed messily to the back looks quite soft, with only a few strands falling down the full forehead.Takla's complexion is already fair, not quite like the mountain tribe, with slender and sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and a pair of amber eyes... This kind of appearance can't be called ugly at all. The alien features are different from Fan Tianlan's aesthetic handsomeness, but they also attract people's attention, and even stand out from the crowd more than the latter.

Takla, with short silver-gray hair, came over. The faded color did not reduce his sense of existence, and to some extent, it also increased his aura-only when he was not speaking.

"How?" he asked with a smile.

"It's refreshing." Yun Shen smiled. To describe it, Tianlan's genre is like a big fantasy production, while Takla suddenly jumped from the Discovery Channel to a metal sci-fi movie...especially the one with a personality If you tidy up your short hair and change your clothes.

Takla is also quite satisfied with his new image, "I also feel very good."

"The hair color before, the plants that can wash them off seem to only grow in spring?" Yun Shen asked.

"There is a greenhouse." Takla said.After the potatoes were planted on the ground, the original nutrient pots were emptied. Before these flexible containers were used for other purposes, he intercepted a few, filled them with soil, and sprinkled grass seeds on them. For the plant of Shibusa planted out.When the spawned astringent grass grows to the length of a human palm, Takla can't wait to harvest it.Generally speaking, the more complicated the dyeing, the greater the damage to the hair, even the natural dyes are the same, and the astringent grass itself is corrosive to a certain extent, but Takla does not seem to be affected by this, and the faint indoor light plays on the On his hair, there was a faint light flashing.

Yun Shen thought it was amazing. Speaking of which, Tianlan also asked him to try it last night. Contrary to Yun Shen's slowing metabolism, his black hair has grown quite rapidly in the past few months, but Yun Shen's first One cut failed...he couldn't cut it.

This cannot be said to be a matter of Yun Shen's strength. Fan Tianlan's own experimentation resulted in the fact that a small section of hair was cut off, and the scissors were notched.

After a brief moment of silence, Yun Shen comforted Fan Tianlan and said that this situation is just an individual difference, but that the hair will be dried more slowly in the future, at most, after the electricity problem is really solved, buy a hair dryer.For Yun Shen, who can keep his face down even when the crane hangs against his heels, this kind of small problem is really not a problem.

"So," Takla said to Yun Shen, "I will be your person from now on."

Yun Shen was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, get ready, I will make good use of you."

Fan Tianlan, who had been standing silently beside Yun Shen, handed the cardboard box on his shoulder to Takla with one hand, his expression was still the same, but his eyes were visibly cold.

Takla, who thought he had won the favor, took the heavy cardboard box over without hesitation, and also received Yunshen's candy at the same time.

"Happy New Year." Yun Shen, who gave out the second New Year's red seee, smiled slightly, and then glanced at the children around, "Tata, since you have nothing to do now, give me candy."

Takla twitched the corners of his mouth, "...I hate children."

Yun Shen looked at him, "I thought you liked tree elves very much?"

"'That' is of course different!" Takla said confidently.

"~>＿<~噗嗤~" In the distance, the tree elf sneezed a little, the elf prince looked down at him, and carefully tucked him into his cloak again.

While the protagonists are spending the first day of the New Year in a very uneventful manner, something happens in a small place in the southeastern part of the Central Empire.

For the defenders of Montcruz County, this is just another boring and difficult winter day. The forest outside the county seen from the city walls still calmly shows the bleakness of this season, but the thin cloud filter The sunlight was as pale as water, and spread lightly on the bricks, stones, forest tops, and soil. The guards with spears leaned against the city wall and yawned boredly. On the only road leading to the city, even the footprints were lonely.

It is said that more than 100 years ago, a group of survivors withdrew from here to Dashuize. After the exhausted imperial pursuers lost nearly a thousand troops in that dangerous place, they had to completely give up their plan to completely annihilate them.Just to prevent the survivors from counterattacking again, Montcruz, which was just a large village at that time, upgraded its defense and built a solid city wall. Eight hundred soldiers led by the Bronze Horseman are stationed here all the year round and rotated regularly .

More than 100 years have passed. Facts have proved that the general who set up the pass here was overly cautious. How could Dashuize, where even the imperial knights perished, treat the survivors extra favorably? It's been 140 years, not to mention the rebellion of the survivors. Today's residents of Montrose have never even heard of those black-haired and black-eyed aliens. Only some mercenaries went to this unfloating swamp for special missions, but they didn't see them. They brought back similar messages.

Almost everyone believes that the survivors here are extinct, so the size of the garrison has been reduced again and again. So far, only 350 people remain. It's not a bad thing, his family has been in decline, and his backer has also lost power. The worst thing is to return to the territory and become a small lord.Although the soldiers were a little uneasy, as long as they were not assigned to Deborah's line of defense, they would only be paid to stand guard, wouldn't it be the same where they were?

No one even noticed when the teenager showed up at the other end of the avenue.

A soldier opened his sleepy eyes, and yawned loudly again. He won some money in the gambling game last night, and he actually endured not to lose them again. Alcohol is also a good thing, but it just makes people There are some small aftereffects after indulgence... For example, that kid walking on the road, why did he have hallucinations in front of his eyes, thinking that he is a black head?

He stopped while maintaining his mouth wide open, and then suddenly closed his mouth again—that was not a hallucination!

The light sunlight shone on the boy's back, and the curly black hair reflected the halo. Compared with the face with green lines, his figure was already tall and tall like an adult, with thin thick The sackcloth was worn on his body, stretching out the obvious muscle contours underneath. Even from a distance, people could feel the oppression brought by this body.

And this young man from the bereaved family did not come empty-handed. He held a long spear by his side. The gun tip to the barrel was all iron black, and only a faded red tassel was moving in the wind under the gun head.His steps are very steady, his speed is neither too fast nor too slow, his gaze is fixed, and the heavy iron spear does not tremble in his hands. What is even more shocking is the black golden leopard with smooth and shiny fur and a strong and vigorous body. follow at his feet.

"Yi, Yi people!"

"How could there be survivors?!"

The guards at the city gate exchanged their gazes in horror, and the one on the inside said, "I'll report it!" and quickly turned around and ran away. The remaining three cursed inwardly, and could only turn their heads and draw their swords to point at the black man who was still walking by. Fat teenagers, they are not ignorant fools, even if this survivor looks like a teenager, he is definitely not a good thing to deal with... Besides, babies should know that survivors are born strongmen!

"Stop for me, survivors!"

"No matter what you came here for, this is not an area you can offend, go back!"

"This is the land of the empire, get out!"

The boy glanced at them indifferently, "The land of the empire?"

He slightly raised his arm, pointing the tip of his iron spear obliquely at several fierce guards, "The survivors of Daxia, the sixth generation grandson of General Dongling Long Tianhe, Long Tianao." He said coldly, "After 150 years In five years, I will take back the lost land of my father's generation."

Montcruz, before the final stage of the Continental War and the complete destruction of the town named "Royal" on this land, this was the land belonging to the survivors.