High-profile King

It was dark at midnight.

After a deafening thunder, the bean-shaped downpour of heavy rain fell down and enveloped a boxy funeral home on the outskirts of the city.

The funeral home has been built for a long time, and the white-grey wall has been mottled, revealing the background of the blue brick, but it also perfectly matches the surrounding desolate scene.

The rusty iron gate was rusty.

There was a placard with black paint on the ground.

Is dimly visible through the dim doorlights, which is written with the eight characters of ‘moving customs and civilization, cremation of civilization’.

At this time, another lightning flashed through the sky, and a young man passing an old umbrella under the sign was taken obliquely.

The boy's name was Zhang Jiao. He was about fifteen or six years old. His actual figure was far less slender than his shadow.

The face is rounded, and the facial features are quite pleasing to the eye, because it is a little deformed because of weight gain.

Looks honest and honest, wearing very cheap clothes, dark gray coats all fluffed.

Because the black umbrella in his hand was folded, the rain splashed on the top of the umbrella and dripped on the back of his neck, making him unable to resist a shock.

Subconsciously shrank his head, Zhang Jiao accelerated his pace, and left the door of the funeral home.

Followed the oblique auxiliary road all the way forward, and soon took the road around the city of Jingshan County.

The main road looks a lot more spacious, but because the time is too late, it still seems deserted, and only occasionally a car roars past.

The doors and faces on both sides of the road were all closed, and the road was diagonally across a small shop with the words "Huimin Supermarket", and the lights were dimmed.

Saw the light, and the haggard angle was long loosened, ‘wow la la’ stepped on the standing water and crossed the road.

"Huimin Supermarket" should be called a supermarket, which is actually a small shop.

The entrance is a cash register with a length of less than 1 meter, and there are two shelves arranged against the wall.

Shoudian is an old man with white hair and aging spots.

Is sitting behind the counter, watching the sensational costume drama with an old tablet.

Zhang Jiao looks familiar with him. After entering the door, he politely said hello, "Xu Bo, he hasn't slept yet."

Stared at the jar of naturally-produced milk, hesitated for a long time, and took it heartily.

This world is vast and endangered.

Humans occupy only a small part of the continent, which is shaped like a gourd, and is called ‘mud’.

Because the land that can be safely grazed and cultivated is too small compared to the population, the daily food of the civilian class mostly comes from industrialized and intensively produced seed and breeding buildings.

According to traditional methods, the products produced on the farms for animal husbandry and farming are naturally more expensive.

Although it is not a luxury, ordinary people will not easily enjoy it.

The total number of natural products sold in Huimin Supermarket is no more than 5 pieces. It seems that the boss used it to forcibly upgrade the B grid of the store.

Because it has been left for too long, there has been a layer of dust on it.

Zhang Jiao took the milk to check out, but he didn't move, hesitated for a few seconds, turned around and picked up the remaining can of natural milk on the shelf, and walked to the cash register: "Xu Bo, trouble You checkout. "

The old man looked away from the costume drama but did not directly count the money, but asked coldly, "Is it for your grandfather?"

"Well." Zhang Jiao nodded and said quietly for a while, and whispered like a reply: "I didn't have a good time. I couldn't afford the expenses of the intensive care unit. The family's house was sold for medical treatment a long time ago. Died in the public welfare hall.

He had been comatose for a few days, and suddenly coughed.

I just wanted to feed some milk to compress it, replenish it, and add some nutrition. I can delay it for a while. ", The voice gradually choked.

The old man said nothing but moved his heart, and said expressionlessly: "So old age, where is it not to die, is there a difference?

At this time, they are still supplementing nutrition. Fools know that it is back to the light, and they are really confused. "

Zhang Jiao couldn't help but glared at the old man, and his voice became cold. "Xu Bo, you respect you as an elder, so it's hard to say much.

But we are patrons, I buy things, you sell goods, it ’s better not to take care of others ’housework.

How much are these two cans of milk? "

The old man's eyes turned back to the costume play, and he said lightly: "You are a good boy, and you have done your best for grandpa, no guilt.

You do n’t need any money for milk. I gave it to your grandfather.

Maybe on Huangquan Road, we still have to take a companion, which is considered to be in touch. "

Zhang Jiao was ridiculed by the old man's words, but he was also angry. He opened his mouth and said: "Xu Bo, your body looks very good, you can live for a hundred years.

That, you do n’t have to send milk, it ’s not easy to run a small business. "

The old man did not say anything, but waved his hand silently to let the teenager leave.

Zhang Jiao did not want to be favored by others. He took out the money from his pocket.

The human world is divided into three regions of ‘East, Central, and West’ according to its position on the muddy continent.

The mainstream civilization of the Eastern Mainland originated from the ‘Xia Zong’ advocate of moral order, and the folk customs are relatively conservative;

The mainstream civilization in the mainland of China originated from the ‘sand god’, adhering to the same traditions and keeping people ’s customs very conservative;

The mainstream civilization in the western continent originated from the 'Eagle Flag', advocating law and conquest, and relatively open folk customs.

The Lu Yangguo where Zhang Jiao is located, as one of the conquered kingdoms of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the same vein as the Daxia dynasty, although the population is not large, the territory is not wide, but the heritage is long-lasting, the national power is acceptable, the currency inherits the ancient system, and is divided into bronze, silver angle The unit of the gold dollar level 3, enters 1 every 10, the currency is firm.

You can buy brown rice or polished cornmeal from 1 kg of farming and animal husbandry buildings for a few bucks. UU Reading www.uukanshu. The com gives a full stomach.

Zhang Jiaquan's deputy net worth was only 20 yuan, hesitated, according to the price of natural milk that he had learned in the hypermarket, he counted 2 gold dollars on the counter, bowed to the old man, and strode into the rain. .

He trot all the way back to the funeral home, and walked into the courtyard along the trail.

Both sides of the road are planted with cypresses and cypresses, and there is a hall between them.

The faint white light outside the hall shook with the wind. Occasionally, there was a crying cry with the sound of rain, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

Zhang Jiao seemed unaware of the horror, strode to the northwest corner of the funeral home, in front of the most eccentric and smallest hall.

The door is an ancient wooden door with a round arch. The plaque is hung on it, and the words "Community Hall" are written.

Both sides of the door have long strips of wood, and a pair that says, "The world has its own true feelings and warmly bids farewell to the souls of old people."

Entered the door is a small courtyard, built a hard plastic shell shed.

Because the roof of the shed had aged and cracked, some raindrops dripped and fell on the table set in the shed.

And the top of the shed is the altar.

Inside is simply a coffin, incense stand, and burning pot.

In the coffin, a skinny old man was lying on the thick quilt of the bed, wearing a new plain ancient mantle, his face was pale, his body was stiff, and his only slightly undulating chest showed signs of survival.

On the incense stand, a few thick white candles were already placed, and a handful of slender incense was provided.

The burning pot below is filled with money and a series of gold and silver paper ingots.

Everything is ready, just waiting for someone to swallow.