"The Bronze Lottery is rubbish. Do you still need the talent of having sharp ears and eyes? What's the use? People who practice martial arts already have sharp ears and eyes!" Yan Jiecheng lost consciousness before he finished complaining.
"Hurry up, what are you whining about? Hurry up!"
After regaining consciousness, Yan Jiecheng heard someone next to him talking to him.
After waking up, he saw himself being pointed at with rifles by two men wearing tattered, patched gray cloth clothes.
Yan Jiecheng shouted in his heart: "Fuck you, bandit!"
Yan Jiecheng has never experienced this before. He has always been an honest and honest person. The worst person he has ever seen is a stick figure.
Now that my life was threatened, I had the instinct of practicing martial arts for many years. I kicked the person on the left with one kick. After knocking down the person on the left, with a loud "ha", I hit the heart of the person on the right with a Xingyi Cannon Fist.
People also fell down in response.
While the two men fell to the ground, Yan Jiecheng grabbed both rifles. Fortunately, the gun safety was not on, otherwise it would be really dangerous, and then he began to sort out the memories he had received.
"Northern Shaanxi, Wang Manyin, it's all about speculation, this is an ordinary world!" I was so excited that I broke out in a cold sweat. I was about to apologize to the two militia comrades.
"Wang Manyin, do you dare to resist the militia?" The militiaman who fell to the ground first had already recovered his breath.
"Young student, comrade, this is all a misunderstanding. It is an instinctive reaction to being pointed at a gun. You also know that I have done it in the armed fighting team." Yan Jiecheng threw the gun on the ground and wanted to help the two militia comrades up.
His mouth is full of the flavor of northern Shaanxi dialect.
"You don't dare to show off. It's just a few packets of rat poison and nothing more than speculation. If you dare to resist the militia, you will be guilty of a big crime." The militiaman who had come over first said strong words with a look of fear on his face.
"Two militia comrades, are you okay? Come and have a cigarette to calm down. I'll apologize to you two. I was confused just now, so I can't help you two." Yan Jiecheng took out half a bag of large front door bags from his body.
said.
The two of them were quite capable of resisting a fight, and Yan Jiecheng also tried his best to attack. Now that the two of them can take a breath, they will be fine.
Smoking cigarettes and chatting for a while, Yan Jiecheng didn't want to cause trouble for himself. Two militiamen had their guns taken away with their bare hands. It was not nice to say it, and he didn't want to lose face. No one would mention this matter again. Even if it was revealed, the two people
They then escorted Yan Jiecheng from Guan Gu Village to Shuangshui Village, but the two militia comrades now had their guns slung behind their backs.
Yan Jiecheng was also constantly sorting out his own memories, and found that what happened in the "Siheyuan" world was very clear in his memory, but just like watching a TV series, his emotions were taken away. Without thinking, he knew it was because of the system.
This time he was reborn, but he was reborn as Wang Manyin, but this time he awakened his memory a little later. Wang Manyin is now 28 years old, and the time is late enough. After the memory fusion of the previous twenty-eight years, Yan
The solution is Wang Manyin.
The influence of the plot is 60%. The identity at the beginning is really rubbish. When Wang Manyin's ancestors were at their most prosperous, they served as a tribute in the Qing Dynasty. It is said that his grandfather smoked and ruined the family business, and then he became a second-rate son for three generations.
The family only has a dilapidated cave dwelling, and is very poor. In local terms, it is said to be a mess, and there are still a lot of foreign debts.
Wang Manyin himself was also a second-rate man. He lost his father when he was a child, and his mother died when Wang Manyin was 19 years old. He was the only one left in the family. Wang Manyin did not do his job properly and was a farmer who did not farm. He was arrested this time for selling rats in the market.
He was reported to be a capitalist embezzler and is now being taken to the rural infrastructure construction site in Shuangshui Village for labor reform.
Wang Manyin thought for a moment and first checked what the mission was like so that he could make the next plan with a clear target.
"Main mission: Make Sun Lanhua happy."
Not bad. I don’t know whether it was the mission issued based on his identity or the identity assigned to the mission. Sun Lanhua is Wang Manyin’s mother-in-law, and the two of them gave birth to a son and a daughter.
The identity is very suitable for completing the task, but I don’t know how the standard system of happiness is defined.
"System, sign in!"
"Congratulations to the host for getting: one yuan of money and one pound of fruit candy."
Name: Wang Manyin
Age: twenty-eight years old
Strength: 9
Constitution: 10
Speed: 10
Spirit: 20
(The average attribute of an adult male is 10)
Talent: God rewards hard work, sharp ears and eyesight
Applied skills: Advanced Cooking 3614/10000, Elementary English 82/100, Intermediate Driving 204/1000, Intermediate Programming 521/1000, Intermediate Planting 571/1000, Intermediate Breeding 241/1000, Advanced Machinery Manufacturing 1854/10000, Intermediate Tai Chi
315/1000, Advanced Xingyiquan 1632/10000, Intermediate Russian 169/1000, Intermediate Chinese Medicine 181/1000, Intermediate Calligraphy 269/1000
The system check-in is still at this level and has never changed. When you are rich, you don't like it, but when you are poor, it can still solve your urgent needs. But this time, I was caught selling rat poison and didn't even make a dollar.
This physical quality is too weak, and he is still a farmer. No wonder he was hit in the heart with a cannon punch that he shot with all his strength. After the young man slapped his butt and got up, nothing happened.
His skills are still good, he is good at intermediate planting and breeding, and he is good at working in the countryside. At this level, even the captain of the production team would not dare to say that he is better at farm work than himself.
Another useful skill is cooking, but there is not much room for it in rural areas. The staple food is sorghum noodles and stick noodles, and most vegetables are potatoes and cabbage.
In rural areas, there are only barefoot doctors. Intermediate Chinese medicine is still of some use. Medicinal materials are another problem. The reason why the level is not high is because after reaching the intermediate level, you only learn about books and have no practice. The practice is too slow.
His driving skills may allow him to drive a production team's walking tractor, but there are professional tractor drivers in the village, so there is not much chance that Wang Manyin can use it.
From now on, I will rely on these skills to earn a living. Unfortunately, because we are in different time and space, the small world is empty, and I have not brought anything with me.
Gu Guan Village is actually not that far away from Shuangshui Village, only four or five kilometers. Not long after, we arrived at the infrastructure construction site of Shuangshui Village to build terraces. The farmers at the construction site had already started work. There was no process, so they arranged a car for Wang Manyin.
Wheelbarrow, bulldozing.
Then the militiamen brought over four people to pretend to be dirty. The other three people didn't know each other and it didn't matter. One of them was an acquaintance. He looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a torn sheepskin waistcoat and a white towel that was starting to turn yellow on his head.
, looked at Wang Manyin with a face filled with vicissitudes of life and an angry look.
This old man was none other than Wang Manyin's father-in-law, Sun Yuhou. Sun Yuhou came over to load Wang Manyin's cart with soil. It was no coincidence that those who were reformed through labor were doing the most tiring manual work of bulldozing, and among the four people loading soil, there had to be
A relative of his own, Wang Manyin had no father, mother, brothers or sisters, so he called his father-in-law, Old Man Sun, over at the construction site.