I, panda, earn money to support my family!

When the sun rose the next day, the mountain temple that was dilapidated, desolate and overgrown with weeds yesterday had already been cleaned up today.

There are generally some food placed on the entrance of the cave, but the varieties are different. There is not much food they can find, some green and dry fruits, stems dug from nowhere, and some grass leaves...

Xiong Zhumao's embarrassment last night did not show the slightest bit in the anticipation of these animals, and he still looked proud and calm.

Seeing him like this, the animals waiting at the entrance of the cave naturally became happy. Their mountain god woke up and would definitely bless them.

"Go do your own thing first, and take these things away too."

Xiong Zhumao straightened his back, deliberately lowered his voice, and brought a hint of coercion. After the animals felt it, they could only leave with one step at a time, but the food was unwilling to take it away.

The tall and stern figure became smaller and smaller when he turned back to the entrance of the cave, and finally turned into a plush ball more than one meter high, nestling himself on the stone platform.

As a demon, of course, he still feels that the prototype is the most wanton and comfortable, but he feels that the current prototype is not as tall and mighty as before, especially after what happened yesterday, he doesn't want these little guys to see it.

He sat on the table, his toes touched unconsciously, and his mind became more and more confused about making money and "raising mountains".

It is true that he is still the Lord of the Mountain now, but he also learned from Jiang Chengren yesterday that when the demon world was re-planned 200 years ago, human property rights were also set up.

Because he was still sleeping at the time, Jiang Chengren tried to help him handle the property rights of Maoshan first, but the contract stipulated that whoever owns it will develop and protect it, but because the policy was not clear at the beginning, it was delayed like this , Unexpectedly, some time ago, someone came to re-examine the plan. Seeing that Maoling Mountain has been neglected, they still want to take it back.

Just when Jiang Chengren didn't know what to do, he just woke up. If it was a little later, he might really have nowhere to go.

When he was a mountain god in the past, the incense offered by humans was endless, and the entire mountain was thriving. The trees were lush and lush, and no matter whether it was human or other species, they were all in their own right, rich and healthy. This time when he woke up, his appearance changed. I can't think of what else I can do to reverse the current situation.

"Alas~" Maomao sighed.

He is so huddled together, it looks more like a black and white fluffy ball from his back, soft and waxy.

"Master Mountain God~Master Mountain God~"

Following this immature child's voice, a lump of dirt quickly bulged up on the originally flat land. He was afraid that the little thing would hit the rock in a while, so he hurried down to call for a stop.

Then the dirt bag stopped right in front of him, and then a small thing jumped out of it with a "swish", and before anyone could see clearly, a thin but tender baby appeared.

"Lord Mountain God, look at the delicious food I found!"

Jiang Chengren's small body struggled to hold a few bamboo shoots that looked like small wooden sticks. Suddenly, the air in the cave was filled with the fragrance of bamboo shoots. Xiong Zhumao, who had always pretended not to be hungry, swallowed unconsciously at this moment. I drooled.

Xiong Zhumao reached out to grab it, only to suddenly feel that something was wrong, he was still a fluffy black bear claw.

He was suddenly embarrassed and stopped his movements. It seemed even more strange to change his body now, but he didn't know that the time he was standing there thinking was like a stuffed bear that had crashed.

Jiang Chengren didn't understand his careful thinking, only to see that the mountain god stopped his movements suddenly. Could it be that he didn't choose what he wanted?

"Lord Mountain God, what's the matter, don't you like it? I'll find some more now." He turned around and fled to the ground as he spoke.

Xiong Zhumao thought of this and gave up immediately. These animals surrendered to him because of his personal charm, not some illusory appearance, and glanced at the ginseng essence who had no other expressions, and just casually.

He couldn't wait to take the two bamboo shoots in Jiang Chengren's hand, and gnawed them like snacks.

Looking at the milk doll standing next to him, Xiong Zhumao's head became clear all of a sudden. He just woke up and didn't know what to do, but Ginseng Essence must know. He loves to play and knows everything, so he must be able to think of a good way of.

In an instant, Xiong Zhumao's drooping little ears, which had been a little worried, pricked up, and his dark eyes turned spiritually, and then the food became more delicious, and he gnawed it clean after a few bites.

Just as Jiang Chengren was about to run out to continue digging, the panda behind him caught his clothes.

"Chengren, I've been sleeping in closed doors before, and now I wake up. As the god of the mountain, I'm also very sad to see Maoling Mountain like this. I've tried some methods, but it doesn't seem to work. Do you have any good ideas? "

The little doll, whose face was still stained with dirt that hadn't been wiped off, heard Xiong Zhumao's words, and was moved to tears.

They have thought of planting fruit, opening a restaurant, raising fish, and even digging three feet to find mines, but none of them can get through.

"My lord! My lord! Or we'll open a zoo here."

"zoo?"

Seeing the little doll, Xiong Zhumao's voice was so excited that his eyebrows seemed to be dancing with joy, but his mind was full of thoughts about what a zoo was.

"People in modern society like to watch animals and so on. The zoo is such a place. We have no shortage of places or animals, absolutely!"

The more Jiang Chengren thought about it, the happier he became, as if the zoo had been built before his eyes.

Xiong Zhumao thought about the small animals from yesterday, all of them were pale and emaciated, and it seemed that they couldn't eat enough. If he opened a zoo, when he greeted those people, he could still feed these animals. It seems that this idea is really feasible.

It's just that he can't figure it out. People in today's society are so strange that they like to spend money to see other species.

What the zoo looks like, apart from Jiang Chengren, who still has a half-knowledge, Xiong Zhumao has no idea at all.

He gathered the few spiritual animals on the mountain together, and wanted to ask them what they thought. Those little animals also chirped and expressed their opinions, but most of them were not organized.

Just when Xiong Zhumao felt helpless or went down the mountain to visit the human zoo, the old fox who had been silent among the animals came out.

"Lord Mountain God, I do know what the zoo looks like." As soon as the fox yelled, the eyes of the other animals all turned away.

Feeling these silent urgings, the old fox with gray fur and skinny skin continued, "When I was young, I was taken to the zoo. There were many small houses in it. We lived in them for people to watch. Life in them was pretty good, but I thought it was too small inside, so I ran away."

The old fox paused for a moment, his cloudy eyes seemed to be hurt, pointed to his lame leg, sighed and said, "Look, my leg was broken when I was running away."

The originally noisy animal conversation meeting suddenly quieted down.

During these discussions, Xiong Zhumao finally completed his conception of the prototype of Maoling Zoo, which required building many small houses, selling tickets to collect money, and advertising to attract people.

The handsome young man fell into deep thought, staring blankly at the distant hills and making plans.

Just after he planned out the rough route, the small animals in the forest had already started to carry out the moving plan by themselves.

Digging holes that should be dug, and nests that should be built, don't need Xiong Zhumao to continue to bother at all.

But it’s not enough just to divide the territory. According to the old fox, the group of humans will be afraid, so some fences must be found to surround it, so as to give humans a sense of security, and they are willing to come and play in safe places.

The subsidy he went to the Demon Management Bureau for the daily inquiry still has not arrived, so he had to go to the city to try his luck and see if there is any way to make money. Jiang Chengren looked at the disappointed Xiong Zhumao, and suddenly thought of it. a way.

"Master Mountain God, I am willing to sell ginseng for the zoo!"

Monster cultivation is most concerned about the law of heaven and the bondage of cause and effect. If they can't easily use magic to create money, the method of paying for both money and goods is the most appropriate method. He also has money in his account when he sells ginseng.

As a thousand-year-old ginseng, Jiang Chengren naturally knew how coveted his body was by human society, and he escaped from death several times, and it was because of the blessing of the mountain god that he was able to survive and cultivate into a demon.

"No, we can think of other ways."

After Xiong Zhumao understood what the little ginseng essence meant, his face suddenly sank. Since he woke up, he has always looked very gentle. This is the first time he has suddenly let go of his coercion.

No matter how difficult it was, Xiong Zhumao didn't put his idea of ​​making money on the group of spirits on the mountain. As the god of the mountain, he just didn't protect them. It can provide them with accommodation and earn some extra money.

The little ginseng essence's face was also a little tense, but she continued, "My lord, I only cut some meridians at the bottom. Don't worry, it won't hurt very much. After selling the ginseng, we will be rich!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded as if encouraging himself, obviously he himself was also afraid.

However, no matter how hard Jiang Chengren tried, Xiong Zhumao did not agree. He believed that if the original body that he cultivated with great difficulty was destroyed, his cultivation would definitely suffer.

He remembered that when he was in the Demon Management Bureau just now, the office staff inside kindly reminded him that there happened to be a temple fair in the next two days, so that he could go there to learn more about human society, and he felt that he could also find some income from there. opportunity for money.

Not long after, a big and a small one appeared at the assembly in the town. Jiang Chengren wanted to continue to grind, but he didn't dare to say anything more when he saw the gloomy expression of Lord Shanshen.

But Jiang Chengren has a childish temper after all, he was immediately attracted by the bustle of the street, his small eyes were too busy to look around, full of curiosity at everything he looked at.

Looking at the changes in the world, Xiong Zhumao was naturally very shocked, but he was much more reserved than the milk doll next to him. Although he was very curious about the excitement, he always remembered the reason why he came here. He wanted to find some A way to make money.

This is really a novel experience. Ever since he became a demon, he has never been restrained by these things outside his body. He did not expect that he would be unable to move an inch when he woke up this time.

The delicious food on the street naturally attracted the attention of the little ginseng, but the two of them had no money.

"Kid, do you want candied haws?"

When passing by a small stall, the stall owner selling candied haws enthusiastically welcomed customers. Hearing the greeting from humans, Jiang Chengren hid behind Xiong Zhumao in fright.

The vendor who sold things curled his lips when he saw this. The man who led the child looked pretty good. The child's eyes were glued to the stall along the way, but he didn't buy any food for the child.

The two of them didn't care what others thought. Xiong Zhumao carefully avoided the crowd and led Jiang Chengren forward. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of a gong beating.

It was lively inside, Xiong Zhumao took advantage of his height, and saw that the person surrounded in the middle was a man juggling with a monkey on his hand.

Every time a required action is made, there will be a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and of course the little monkey will be rewarded with something to eat.

After Xiong Zhumao communicated with the monkey and felt that it was not unhappy, he relaxed and watched it carefully.

After a while, when the juggling was finished, the acrobat boss with the monkey asked the little monkey to hold the hat and ask for money, holding a sign in his hand and yelling "Take a picture, ten yuan a time!"

Xiong Zhumao saw many people stepping up to give the boss money and standing with the little monkey, holding a small black box.

He has already learned about this thing in the WTO accession decree. This is a mobile phone used by human beings to communicate, and it can usually take pictures and so on.

After a while, when the crowd dispersed, the thin and dark boss narrowed his eyes with a smile.

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"Passerby A, he quits (fast time travel)"

As an excellent employee of the passerby system, Lu Renjia is low-key, introverted and unremarkable. He plays every role excellently, promotes the normal development of the small world in obscurity, and hides his achievements and fame.

Then once the system was upgraded, he was cast into the male supporting system—becoming the male protagonist's rival in love, the honest brother who was pulled out to cover the bag, and the unlucky guy whose murder case was pushed out...

These supporting roles all have a common fate, that is, after offending the protagonist group, they end up miserably.

Sensing that his heart was beating faster, the system hurriedly comforted him and said, "Host Biefang, what we ask of you is very simple, you just need to survive safely. You are a professional, go ahead!"

There was a strange light in Lu Renjia's eyes: "There is really no other requirement, I just need to survive?"

The system looked at its poor and helpless host and nodded sincerely.

later,

Holding the wine glass, Lu Renjia looked at the fallen leaves falling outside, and said to the assistant behind him: "It's getting cold, it's time for the Fu Group to go bankrupt."

The stunned system: "Stop! Stop! Didn't the protagonist say this to the supporting actor? We just need to live quietly, and the host should stop making trouble!"

But the system finds itself increasingly undefined by its host.

As a reform-through-labour prisoner who was pulled over by the protagonist, he is familiar with various laws and collects various evidences, becoming a famous lawyer, sending people to court first, and reducing economic losses for the country.

As the unlucky guy who was killed early, not only did he not die, but he found out the hidden murderer, and later became the most famous criminal investigation expert in the country.

……

The system that follows him every day is frightened: he is so scared, has his host been replaced.

Lu Renjia: I am just a low-key person and not only low-key, relax and relax.