Traveling at the same time: the pinnacle of all realms

Lu Ze squatted on the edge of the official road, staring at a nest of ants in a daze for half an hour.

It’s not that ants are unusual.

The strange thing is that he can see what the other pair of eyes sees at the same time - the perspective is hanging upside down on a branch, watching a caterpillar slowly crawling across the back of the leaves. Both sides were so focused that his legs were numb before he suddenly came back to consciousness and sat down on the ground.

I thought it was strange enough to be reborn as a fetus while waiting for a traffic light, but I didn’t expect there were masters.

"Since things have come to this, let's hurry on."

Standing up and patting his butt, Lu Ze continued walking along the official road. He had no choice but to take shortcuts in the deep mountains and old forests because he was timid.

It took a lot of effort in the past few days to remember what happened in his previous life. He wanted to live longer, but he must not feed the beast's belly.

......

Young people always want to make a living outside, but when they have no choice, they go back to the fields to eat.

So, his father wrote a letter, and his mother packed a package, asking him to come to Guanzhong to join his cousin Lu Qinghou.

That’s the Marquis Lu Qing.

"Wulin Gaiden".

When this name came to his mind, he was standing at the door of Tongfu Inn, carrying an old baggage, which contained two changes of clothes, a few pennies, two pieces of dry food, and a copy of The Analects of Confucius that he had turned to pieces.

The paint on the door panel peeled off less than half, and a woman's voice with a Shaanxi accent came from inside, scolding people.

"...Tell me about you, I asked you to clean the table, you hit the vase, I asked you to serve the dishes, you put the dishes on the guests, in the exhibition hall, did you do it on purpose?"

Another voice heard With a playful smile and a bit of grievance, he said, "Shopkeeper, I really didn't mean it. No, I didn't sleep well last night..."

"When did you sleep well?"

The corner of Lu Ze's mouth twitched slightly.

He stretched his head inside and raised his hand to knock on the door frame: "Excuse me, is this Tongfu Inn?"

Tong Xiangyu turned around with a feather duster and saw a young man standing at the door.

He is of medium height, and his facial features are not good-looking but not ugly either. He is the kind of person who would take a long time to find him in a crowd.

True - unremarkable.

Wearing a pair of half-worn shorts and linen trousers, washed white but clean, standing there with a bag on his back, slightly bent but standing straight.

"Yes, who are you looking for?"

Lu Ze took out the letter from his arms and handed it over with both hands: "I'm looking for Lu Qinghou. I am a relative of his family, my name is Lu Ze, and my family asked me to join him."

Before Tong Xiangyu had time to open the letter, a man ran out from behind the counter. He was tall and thin, wearing a half-new gown, holding a book in his hand, and shouted as he ran: "Here is the person? Where is he?"

Lü Qinghou.

Lü Ze watched him running down, and an unfamiliar face automatically appeared in his mind, but the man standing in front of him at the moment was much older, in his early twenties, as thin as a bamboo pole, with bright eyes, but no focus - it looked like he had just been pulled out of a book.

It is different from the actors in previous lives.

Lü Qinghou stretched his head and read a few lines of the letter, then turned around with a warm expression on his face, "Oh, Brother Choi! I remember, the last time we met, you were just like this -" he gestured to a height less than his waist, "—now you have grown so big!"

After Tong Xiangyu read the letter, the expression on his face changed from "stranger with unknown origin" to " dear "When relatives come to visit, they have to take care of the meal", then changed to "There are many people in the family and many pairs of chopsticks", and finally settled on a friendly smile: "Oh, he is the scholar's brother, that is my family. Stop standing, come in and sit down. Zhantang! Pour the tea!"

"Okay!" Bai Zhantang responded, and neatly picked up the teapot from behind the counter with a smooth movement.

Everyone pulled Lu Ze to sit down on the table. Bai Zhantang looked at him with a smile, "Xiucai, your brother is more energetic than you."

"Why am I not energetic?" Lu Qinghou was not convinced, "I have been in the past two days. I have a good appetite, I can eat two bowls of rice in one meal!"

"Hey, it's because Big Mouth salted the food."

Tong Xiangyu sat down next to him and began to question Lu Ze about his family background. A half-year-old child came all the way to Qixia Town to visit relatives, and she was worried if she didn't ask questions.

Lü Ze recited the rhetoric in the letter: The family saw that he wanted to go out and make a living, so they asked him to join him; he had studied for several years, knew how to read, could do accounting, and could do any job.

Hearing "will settle accounts", Tong Xiangyu's eyes lit up slightly.

Lu Ze's heart skipped a beat.

"I can settle accounts," Lu Ze said after careful consideration, "but not as proficient as my brother. I can't compare with my brother in terms of knowledge. I can do some chores, chopping firewood, carrying water, feeding horses, and repairing. I can do all these."

When he said "not as proficient as my brother," from the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Qinghou's waist straighten two inches.

Tong Xiangyu thought for a while. The current staff of the inn: she herself is the shopkeeper, Bai Zhantang the waiter, Li Dazui the cook, Lu Qinghou the accountant, and Mo Xiaobei is the devil incarnate and does not need to be arranged. There is indeed a shortage of people for chores - everyone used to take turns doing the hard work of chopping firewood and carrying water, but Bai Zhantang was always lazy, Li Dazui complained about his back pain, and Lu Qinghou could chop an ax out when he chopped firewood.

"Okay," Tong Xiangyu agreed, "you do the chores first, take care of food and housing, the monthly salary will be two cents, and it will increase after you finish the work."

"Thank you, shopkeeper." Lu Xiucai pulled Lu Ze to stand up and thanked him seriously.

Bai Zhantang hooked Lu Ze's shoulder and walked toward the backyard. The house he pointed out to him was on the left side of the backyard. It was not big. It had a bed board, a stool, a small cabinet, and a lame table in the corner, which was padded with bricks. The window paper was torn in two places, and it made a huffing sound when the wind blew.

But being able to live in it is eight hundred times better than the ruined temple he slept in last night.

"The conditions are a bit rough," Bai Zhantang leaned against the door frame, "but it's better than sleeping on the street, right?"

"It's already very good." Lu Ze put the bundle on the bed.

"You can keep your composure quite well," Bai Zhantang was a little surprised, "Okay, you clean up first, I will call you during dinner. By the way -"

He covered his face with his hands and lowered his voice, "What's in the kitchen? Don't take the food randomly. That guy with Big Mouth is protecting the food. Tell me what you want to eat and I will get it for you."

"Understood. Thank you, Cousin Zhan."

After Bai Zhantang left, Lu Ze closed the door and leaned against the door panel to exhale.

First I pulled off the window paper, but it couldn’t be covered. I was wondering how many pieces to ask from the shopkeeper. Then I checked the table and found that the lame leg was broken diagonally. I knocked the bricks back and stabilized them. Wipe the dust out of the cabinet with a rag. Finally, put "The Analects of Confucius" on the table.

Looking around, it’s much more pleasing to the eye.

I had just sat on the edge of the bed to take a breath, when the sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps came from outside the door, accompanied by the cry of a little girl.

"I heard there's a new guy here? Where is he?"

After knocking on the door twice symbolically, he pushed it open. Mo Xiaobei stood at the door with two small hairpins on his eyes. His eyes were bright and he looked Lu Ze up and down.

Lu Ze stood up: "Are you Xiaobei? I heard the shopkeeper told you about you."

Mo Xiaobei circled around him: "Are you Lu Xiucai's cousin? He's not much older than me."

"Um, can you tell stories?"

"...A little bit."

"Okay, from now on you can Tell me more stories." Mo Xiaobei patted his arm, "Xiucai is boring. When he tells a story, everyone will get involved."

"Let's go have dinner."

At this time, Lu Ze formally met all the members of Tongfu Inn for the first time.

Li Dazui brought out a bowl of fried cabbage, a plate of pickles, a bowl of stewed tofu and a bowl of steamed buns. The dishes are simple but generous, the cabbage is fried to a crisp and the steamed buns are steaming.

Xiucai pulled Lu Ze to sit down at the table. Li Dazui looked at him opposite him while nibbling on a steamed bun: "Boy, can you eat spicy food?"

"I can eat a little."

"Okay, I'll make a chicken for you tomorrow. But you have to buy the chicken yourself."

"Okay."

Tong Xiangyu smiled beside him: "Fuck you,"

As he said, he picked up the chopsticks for Lu Ze and said, "Big Mouth has such a temper, don't mind. It's late today, we will catch you tomorrow."

At the dinner table, Bai Zhantang wolfed down the food, as if he was ready to put down the bowl and run away at any moment; Lu Qinghou chewed slowly, holding a piece of tofu in his chopsticks and could hang in mid-air for a long time; Li Dazui didn't eat much himself, but liked to watch others eat; Mo Xiaobei only picked the minced meat from the cabbage; Tong Xiangyu ate the least and kept serving food to everyone.

Lü Ze eats neither fast nor slowly, is not picky about food, and does not talk too much.

After the meal, several people became familiar with each other.

Lying on the bed at night, Lu Ze stared at the beam above his head, listening to the cooing of the hens in the chicken coop next door, and slowly closed his eyes.

The windows were not papered yet, and the night wind came in through the holes, bringing with it the coolness of late autumn. He decided that the first thing tomorrow would be to go to Tong Xiangyu and ask for window paper. The second thing is to go for a walk on the street. The third thing...

In this small shabby room in the backyard of Tongfu Inn, the window paper sounded "Hula~Hula~" in the night wind, like an off-key song.

Lu Ze turned over at the sound, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

(There will be updates)