Looking at the ding-ding transfer information on the phone, Gu Feifan started packing his luggage without even thinking about it. When everyone had already left the door, he went back and forth and hung the original on the head of his bed. The beeswax bracelets that he planned to give to the girlfriend he had just met...but died abruptly because of this disaster.

It was bought with money anyway. What if you meet a foolish master in your hometown, maybe you can still sell it for two dollars?

But who would have thought, he just picked it up like this. Before he could withdraw his fingers, he was pulled out by a burr on the bed shelf.

A drop of unsearchable blood was splashed on the string of beeswax bracelets that looked pretty pierced, causing Gu Feifei who saw this to curse and say a national curse: "Grass!" No The injured thumb subconsciously wiped the blood drop.

But who came to the idea that the beeswax, which was originally red and yellow, returned to its original color in an instant.

The bright red blood drops seemed to have been absorbed by beeswax, and disappeared completely.

This is! !

Gu Feifei, who had read a lot of the novel, immediately became excited. As soon as he changed his inattentive state, he quickly held the beeswax bracelet in his hand and observed it carefully.

Then, a burst of arrogant laughter was uttered from Gu Feifan's mouth.

"Wow ha ha ha! I really am special! I am the protagonist of this world!"

"Let the end times come more violently! I am fearless!"

Did you guess it?

Yes, it's too old-fashioned, what else can there be, there is only one person on the 18th of the end of the world.

But Gu Feifei didn't think so. He now has a bunch of sixteen grains, each of which has a space of one square meter.

So next, the problem comes.

With such a large space, what does Gu Feifan plan to use it for?

Sitting on the bed in the dormitory, Gu Feifan tried hard to think about it, but found that he couldn't fill it with anything other than stuffing his stinky socks, dirty clothes, basin, warmer, and bedding into the space of a bead.

Because he has no money.

Gu Feifan, who blinked his eyes, once again recognized the reality and clearly understood...this cruel society.

With you surrendering the dragon to the tiger, with your luck against the sky, you will also fall under a powerful money offensive.

Let's not patronize the beauty...Hurry up and go back to your hometown with ease.

The frustrated Gu Feifei left the metropolis where he could neither take advantage of the fire, nor could he take advantage of the chaos, and set foot on the road to go home to farm.

As for what his dad, who is particularly capable, is doing?

Do odd jobs in the village to make money.

The harder the day, the more urgent people's yearning for beautiful things.

I don't know if it is because of the imminent disaster. Recently, this household has the same number of weddings and funerals.

The continuous high temperature caused some elderly people with poor health to pass away prematurely. Before the catastrophe, those men and women who were still deeply affectionate hoped to find the last place for their love and draw a perfect end.

Ever since, the only master tailor among the ten miles and eight townships has been unanimously sought after by everyone.

Those fabrics that had been handled by Gu Zheng cheaply, once again passed into his hands.

Regarding Gu Zheng's act of selling the shop and taking jobs at home, Mrs. Gu supported her with both feet.

The soldiers are in chaos, the sun is basking, and they don't stay at home wherever they go.

Besides, his son’s business is more prosperous than usual, and even the old lady Gu, who was with him, received a lot of courtesy when he was chatting with the villagers recently.

Life is not easy, and when you spend money, you stay tight.

The clothes that were thrown away in the past were kept by the precious and heavy people.

Whoever added dolls, those little clothes and little quilts, and where did they have their own cotton cloth and cotton.

Inexplicably, the tailoring business that has not improved, but it has prospered because of this disaster year.

It's a pity that just a few days after the good days of Gu Zheng's immersion in earning money, his son Gu Feifan, who was scornful, went home with both hands. ..

When he first stepped into this courtyard, he also made an extremely exaggerated sound of exclamation.

"Wow, is this still the one I know? I said, Dad, why did you change our house into a secret fortress?"

"This is so cool!"

"But let me make a suggestion. Our courtyard wall needs to be rebuilt again."

"It doesn’t need to be as high as the base, seven or eight meters. The wall should be at least two meters thick. Don’t you know, Dad, when this world is in chaos, like our home, it’s definitely the first time you are exposed to foreigners. Human impact!"

Then, Gu Feifei was deeply shocked when Gu Zheng did not even raise his head to respond.

Gu Zheng asked: "It's just like ours? Why do people want to attack first?"

"There are two stock warehouses in the village head Tan of Nanzhuangzi. His family has not sold a bag of grain last year."

"Uncle Da Biaozi's house on the west side of the courtyard, the daily cash flow is hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the yellow lamb in the refrigerator at home is piled into boxes."

"Aunt Ma, who runs a small shop at the east end of the village, and Mrs. Tan at the boiling water station at the entrance of the main street, are the owners of their own warehouses."

"Even Zhang Bangjian, who is closest to the sea, has a wild sea and two tugboats."

"I just asked, why outsiders have to attack our house first."

When you think of the construction of a new countryside, you are doing it for nothing. Your father's family is the poorest.

Gu Zheng who said here~lightnovelpub.net~ didn't give Gu Feifei any time to react at all, and stretched out his hand towards the other party: "Bring it!"

"What?"

"There should still be one piece of the money I gave you, as well as your school luggage? Even if you handle it on the spot, you can sell it for ten yuan or eight yuan, right?"

Hearing Gu Zheng's question, Gu Feifan's rickety waist, which had been hit, stood up again.

He subconsciously glanced left and right, and deliberately closed the door for Gu Zheng to open the door to do business, and then he approached his father's side, lowered his voice and slightly mysteriously shared his own with his closest relatives. Secret: "Dad, dad, stop working on your hands first, I'll show you something."

After saying this, Gu Feifan took out this string of beeswax bracelets from his arms like a thief, and waved towards the empty field of the hall like a monk’s prayer beads. A pile of smelly luggage appeared in front of Gu Zheng.

Then after Gu Feifan waved his hand again with a slight triumph, the pile of luggage disappeared without a trace as if it had never appeared before.