"Idiot, what are you doing in the rain?"

Zhao Wujiang was dragged into the palace.

He was dragged and thrown gently to the fire, and there was a burst of laughter around him.

It seemed like a joke, but it was more of a joke.

Zhao Wujiang discovered that the person who had just dragged him was a strong man wearing a rough linen jacket and a short coat. He was tall and thick, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a strong sense of oppression when he was not smiling.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the other people beside the fire, a man and a woman.

The man is as thin as a monkey, but his clothes are not rough linen clothes, but a piece of clothes made of blue and gray rags. A somewhat tattered butter paper book is pinned to the hemp rope belt.

The woman has a round face and is not particularly beautiful, but her smile gives off a very warm feeling. She is wearing a long, goose-yellow skirt.

When Zhao Wujiang looked there, his eyes were a little dazed. He didn't understand where this was and why he was here.

He remembered that he flew into the sky, fell into the boundless darkness, and then woke up and stood in the rain.

The woman stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

Zhao Wujiang came to his senses and was silent for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

"Hey, idiot, you don't remember us again, do you?" The strong man sat down on the small wooden stool. The wooden stool creaked, as if it couldn't bear the strong man's weight.

Zhao Wujiang looked over, with a clear sense of stupidity in his eyes.

"Yes." The strong man slapped his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

The monkey man and the round-faced girl next to them burst into laughter again.

"I, your eldest brother, Zhao Dalang!" The strong man sighed, pointed at himself, then pointed at the round-faced girl, and said in a deep voice:

"Her, your third sister, Zhao Tingting."

"This. Your fifth brother, Prince Zhao."

The strong man patted the Lean Monkey man on the shoulder. The Lean Monkey man groaned in pain, but still looked at Zhao Wujiang with a smile and nodded at the strong man, which seemed to mean that your elder brother was neither gentle nor heavy.

Zhao Wujiang nodded, the clear stupidity in his eyes not fading away.

He felt that he must not be dreaming. These people were vivid and did not look like they were in a dream.

He should have come to the world where Ni Bodhisattva and the others are, but he doesn't know where in this world he is now.

Moreover, there were many memories in his mind, which kept coming back. The memories were extremely mixed, and figures of all kinds of people appeared.

"Idiot, why are you nodding? You are nodding to yourself. What is your name? Do you remember it?" The strong man had a straight face, but he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. Apparently he was still very kind to Zhao Wujiang in his heart.

"Zhao... Wu..." Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

The strong man slapped Zhao Wujiang hard on the shoulder and laughed:

"By the way, good guy, you still remember your name, that's not bad!

Your name will be Zhao Wuyang. This name was given by my father after he picked you up. It made you feel safe and sound. When you heard this name, you were still so happy."

Zhao Wujiang scratched his head and smiled, his smile a little silly.

He was still digesting some memories, and he discovered that these were some of his stories in this world and this village over the past year or so.

"Yes, that's the smile, hahaha..." The strong man laughed, the monkey man and the round-faced girl also laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

They like the ninth brother who was picked up by the village chief's father. Although he is a fool, he is approachable and willing to endure hardships. The fool's ninth brother is willing to do many of the heavy and tiring jobs in the village. He never complains or gets angry and is always happy.

Haha.

After half an hour, they decided to leave and return to Zhaojiacun.

This is a ruined temple outside Zhaojia Village. There are withered branches and collapsed and broken statues everywhere.

On weekdays, most people don't come to offer incense or anything, and no one has enough time to lift up these statues and repair this dilapidated temple.

Most of the time, it is used to provide shelter from the rain for people in nearby villages.
Chapter completed!