Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

As for the two money orders, after being circulated among everyone, they naturally fell into Ruan Xiuqin's hands and then went into her pocket. The movements are so skillful and natural.

Zhang Xuan helplessly watched the money orders being passed around in everyone's hands, and he felt a little resentful towards his own mother: You just have to work hard for that little bit of vanity!

My son is almost autistic!

It is conceivable that once the money order is circulated like this, it will definitely have its own place on the hot discussion list in the village tomorrow.

As for whether the old man surnamed Liang in the village, who steals his wife, ranks first on the hot list, or whether he makes money by writing himself, it depends on the habits of these gossipy women in the village.

Come to think of it, removing ashes is more interesting for sex, right?

A man who is almost sixty years old took a shower with his eighteen-year-old daughter-in-law on his back, and the whole yard was secretly leaning out of the window to watch. This is also a big event that only happens once in a century!

I'm so happy that I'm so frightened!

…

This night, after seeing off a bunch of guests, Zhang Xuan finally felt at ease. I am really afraid that these gentlemen and aunties will ask me questions.

Pulling on a pair of sandals, Zhang Xuan slowly walked to the backyard.

First, he looked around and found no beautiful wife peeping, and felt very regretful.

Alas... no one can understand the loneliness of diving for a hidden dragon!

I didn't even bother to take off my underpants, so I fetched water from the well to take a bath.

Buckets of cool well water were poured over my head and ears, making my whole body feel refreshed and refreshing! So cool!

After taking a bath, Zhang Xuan lay down on the bed and began to read Water Margin on the bedside.

Follow the old rule and run your thumb through the pages, and you'll soon find the money.

One piece…

Two…

Three pictures…

…

Ten sheets.

Tsk! No more, no less, still 1,000 yuan.

Holding the money in his hand, Zhang Xuan fell silent.

Is there really such a fool in the world?

Having trouble with money?

Without any intention of repaying, you actually get advantage of yourself like this?

It’s about 3,000 yuan!

You can marry a good-looking wife in the countryside!

Looking at the money, Zhang Xuan leaned on the bedside and thought about many possibilities. He filtered the people around him one by one, but still had no clue.

Then I made random guesses for a while, but still didn't give up. Instead, I felt depressed.

never mind!

If you can’t figure it out, stop thinking about it!

Zhang Xuan, whose head hurt from thinking about it, was very single. Anyway, he was not the one who was losing.

Gathering my thoughts, my attention shifted from 1,000 yuan to "Water Margin".

As usual, start from the title page and flip through page after page, looking for clues and words.

Time passes little by little, there is nothing in the front, nothing in the middle, nothing behind...

Wait, there’s one later!

Niang Xipi’s, there really is!

There are indeed written words, written in blue pen, just like the first Xinhua Dictionary, and the handwriting is also left on page 480.

All on page 480?

Isn't this a coincidence?

The content left behind this time is a bit more than that in the Xinhua Dictionary, divided into three paragraphs.

The first paragraph: Hi, Zhang Xuan! Nice to meet again.

Second paragraph: I'm sorry to say this to you. I'm here to say goodbye to you today. My personal treasury is at the bottom, and I have to go on a long trip. If I can save enough money, I'll see you at the end of the year.

The content of the third paragraph is a bit simple and a bit obscure.

The whole content is two sets of Arabic numerals placed there, one line at the top and one line at the bottom, corresponding to each other, neatly, each group has 10 digits.

Apart from the numbers, there are no other prompts or any Chinese character annotations.

Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment while looking at the numbers. His first impression was that a set of numbers corresponded to the page number of the book, and a set of numbers corresponded to the words on that page.

Thinking about it this way, I really think it's possible. Isn't this how intelligence is conveyed in spy war dramas?

With my thoughts here, just do it.

Put Water Margin on your lap, start with the first number on the top row and turn to the relevant book page, and then look for the word according to the corresponding number below...

in this way…

It took him a few minutes to find the 10 words, but when he put them in order, he was dumbfounded!

What the fuck is all this?

The 10 Chinese characters are not related to each other at all. They are simply wrong.

Could it be that my thinking is wrong?

The numbers on the top line are the position of the words, and the numbers below are the page numbers?

With this in mind, Zhang Xuan got it right again based on all possibilities.

A few minutes later, the results came out, but take a look and fuck them! Put these guys together, it's even more nonsense than before.

The old man once again wondered, did the number correspond not to Water Margin, but to Xinhua Dictionary?

Regardless of whether it was true or not, Zhang Xuan took action again after having a guess. He took the thick Xinhua Dictionary from the desk and started turning the pages.

It was wrong the first time, he didn't respond.

Reversing the order up and down, it still didn't look right the second time, so he took a deep breath.

It wasn't the Xinhua Dictionary, so I continued to change books and moved my eyes to Dream of Red Mansions on the desk. In the spirit of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, I tortured myself twice more.

I cut out 10 characters from Dream of Red Mansions, but the result is still messy and wrong!

At this moment the old man was angry! Fire! Can you do some fucking human work?

Is it interesting for you to hide and seek with me like this?

If you were a woman, if you were a beautiful woman, if you took the initiative to lie naked on my bed, believe it or not, I would still ignore you!

How hateful!

Bah, that’s so irritating!

After venting his inner self, Zhang Xuan turned to page 480 of Dream of Red Mansions.

Sure enough, there was something written on it, written in blue pen.

The content here is very, very simple, just 6 words: You must win the college entrance examination, come on!

I stared at 6 words repeatedly for a while, and felt my head hurt. I threw the book away, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

No matter who you are, I will never pay attention to you, a fool.

Unless you give me money...

…

The next day, the weather changed and it rained.

Looking out through the wooden window lattice, it seems that there is a gray bead curtain hanging between the sky and the earth, making it misty.

Heavy raindrops fell on the tiles on the roof opposite the door, causing splashes of water, like a thin layer of smoke covering the canteen.

The rainwater flowed down along the eaves, starting like broken beads, and gradually connected into a line. There is more and more water on the ground, forming small streams.

What a clear rainy day.

I love this rainy day!

Zhang Xuan, who likes rainy days by nature, took a shower, took a black cloth umbrella, and prepared to go to town to send letters.

Huang Gouzi also followed him out. He turned around, kicked the dog to the ground, and then took this opportunity to get on the motorcycle and drive away.

What a mood at the moment!

Very proud.

You have a long memory and cannot fight for the right to mate with bitches. Why do you still want to follow me?

Pooh! It is an insult to family tradition and there is no door.

The motorcycle ride was slow in the rain, and it took a full 15 minutes to reach the town.

When he arrived at the door of the post office, Ouyang Yong suddenly said when he got off the car: "I thought I saw your classmate Yang Yongjian setting up a stall just now."

You are doing all the nonsense!

Shouldn't Yang Yongjian be huddled at home on such a rainy day?

Zhang Xuan, who was inexplicably surprised, opened the black cloth umbrella and asked: "Real or fake? Where did you see her?"

Ouyang Yong glanced at him and said in an uncertain tone: "It's over there at the farmer's market. It's raining too hard. I just took a quick glance and didn't see it clearly, so I don't dare to confirm it."

"Wait for me first. I'll send the manuscript first." Zhang Xuan nodded, turned around and walked into the postal hall.

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