"Battle, a bastard without father or mother! You must have stolen Wang Qian's Lego! Hurry up and admit your guilt!" A group of little bullies blocked the seven-year-old Zhang Qian behind the teaching building and waved the willow branches to suck it. He waved his schoolbag and resisted desperately, but his thighs were still hit one after another, and each stroke was heartbreaking.

Suddenly, someone tripped his feet, and he fell to the sky, and the overlords cheered and rushed forward. At this moment, a heavenly voice sounded in the air, "What are you doing? What are you doing? Believe it or not, I'll go find your parents?"

The little overlords scattered. The next moment, Aunt Liu, the director of the orphanage, walked to Zhang Qian, gently helped him up, and patted the soil on his body, "Okay, stop crying. A man is a real man, bleeding, sweating, and not crying!"

"Auntie, I'm not a bastard!"

"no!"

"Where are my parents? Why do they don't want me?"

"No one will be willing to throw away their children. They probably lost you by accident. Now they are in a hurry to find you all over the world? Study hard, get into a good university, be a graduate student, and be a doctorate. One day they will see you on TV, so they will find you by themselves!" Dean Aunt Liu's words always make sense, so warm, as warm as cough syrup, which made him quickly put away his tears.

A gust of wind blew, and the dean suddenly disappeared.

Mr. Zhang in the communication room suddenly rushed to Zhang Qian, who was seventeen years old, and stuffed an old Austrian mobile phone into his hand. "Your aunt is in the hospital, she wants to see you. Why are you so heartless? See how sick she is?!"

"Aunt?" Hesitantly looked at the phone, and the dean's haggard face appeared on the screen. There was snow-white around it, just like the thick fog in the morning of early autumn.

He threw his phone back to Mr. Zhang, and he ran towards a bicycle, jumped on it, and was running at lightning.

The hospital was getting closer and closer, and a wolf suddenly rushed over from the side and opened his bloody mouth towards his thigh.

The bicycle fell to the ground.

The hospital collapsed in front of him like a domino, and was blown away by the wind like paper.

A photo was held in front of him by the wind. It was Aunt Liu who was sick, with kind eyes and short hair on her shoulders. However, there was a dazzling black frame printed around the photo.

"Aunt Liu--" Zhang Qian shouted and reached out, but the photo was broken at his fingers and turned into falling flowers all over the sky.

The evil wolf rushed over and opened his bloody mouth towards him.

"Ah——" Zhang Qian shouted and sat up, opening his eyes.

The evil wolf, bicycle, and the fallen heroes all disappeared. All the only things that caught my eye were the four walls illuminated by the dawn and bronze carved wooden windows.

The shimmering sunlight shines into the room through a thin layer of linen window paper, leaving a beautiful picture on the bronze wooden floor.

"Oh--" sighed and patted his head. Zhang Qian turned over and got out of bed, stretching his feet towards the two wooden clogs that were not separated.

It was the fifth day of the Tang Dynasty. The wound on his thigh that was caught by a wolf had already scabbed, but he was still awakened in the same nightmare as when he was in college.

The experience of being bullied by classmates when I was a child, and the experience of losing my only relative in middle school was like a scar on an old tree, imprinted on his heart. I can't think about it, and when I think about it, my heart feels stuffy and painful. I can't forget that every once in a while, I will walk into his dreams, uncover the wounds again and again, and make his heart bloody.

"Yeah!" The girl responded softly, but she was confused, but she didn't dare to ask any questions. She continued to pick up his other big foot, put on cloth socks for him, and then knelt on the floor and put on soft deer leather boots for him.

"My shoes are not dry yet... Forget it, you can continue!" Zhang Qian wanted to ask himself if the pair of miscellaneous travel shoes had dried. The words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them back in disgust.

The girl kneeling on the ground looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old. In the 21st century, as long as she is not like him and becomes an orphan, she will definitely be the jewel in her parents' eyes.

In Renjiazhuang, girls are the most humble type of existence. Everything, including the body, belongs to the Renjia family. They must strictly follow a set of rules when eating, walking, and doing things. If they pass through, they may be beaten!

However, Zhang Qian's travel shoes, his jeans, blended shirts, vests, underwear and other clothes have been collected by Ren Fu, the manager of Ren Jiazhuang, in the name of helping to clean them. Zijuan was not qualified to take care of them at all, and he was not even qualified to inquire!

At first, Zhang Qian didn't care much about these things. But since yesterday morning, he vaguely realized that the time for cleaning and drying these clothes was consumed too long.

You know, it’s autumn now, and the air-drying things are dry, and even the jeans that are the least easy to dry, they should be dry long ago. What about pure cotton clothes like vests and underwear?!

However, Zhang Qian didn't care much about where the clothes were. According to what he learned one after another, the Ren family was superficially farmed and studied, but in fact the main source of income was business. The old owner of the Ren family was named Qiong, and his business skills were extraordinary. He seemed to have many shops under his name, and it seemed that he was involved in the jewelry and spices trading with Hu merchants in the Western Regions.

Therefore, Zhang Qian felt that the manager of Ren Jiazhuang was happy to see jeans, travel shoes and other clothes, and used them to study the production methods, materials, or origin. Deep in his heart, Zhang Qian even hoped that Ren Fu could find similar products in the Tang Dynasty. That means that he was not alone in the Tang Dynasty. There were other similar people who also came from the 21st century, arrived earlier than him, and were more adaptable to the current social environment.

Of course, it would be even better if the fat little Ren Cong could take the initiative to discuss with him or explain it later. Zhang Qian would feel much more comfortable and would have a better impression of the Renjiazhuang.

However, according to the conclusion that Zhang Qian had repeatedly observed over the past few days, although the little fat man Ren Cong was the youngest man in the Ren family, his status in his family was only considered average. He could not do many things at all. Few people listened to what he said. Even re-ren Quan, Ren Wu and Ren Liu only respected him on the surface.

As for Ren Fu, the manager of Ren Jiazhuang, and other high-level servants, they were even more perfunctory towards the fat man Ren Cong. Although they were patient with each other's identity and level, they would not be able to go against him. However, they were not allowed to interfere in their own affairs.

The root cause of the embarrassment of the little fat man Ren Cong's status lies entirely in his father Ren Qiong. According to the news that Zhang Qian had come from the little fat man's mouth, Ren Qiong, the real owner of Ren Family Village, usually does not live in the village, but in the mansions in the city with the rest of the Ren family.

The fat man's mother passed away before he was weaned. His father soon married another wife named Xue. Mrs. Xue not only manages the family well, but also has a very strong body. From the next year, she gave birth to a sister and three younger brothers for him one after another.

Therefore, the little fat man Ren Qiong did not come to explain and discuss the matter about the cow pants and travel shoes, and Zhang Qian did not intend to blame him. Anyway, no matter how long it took, it took half a month for the housekeeper Ren Fu to return the clothes and shoes. By then, Zhang Qian should have completely mastered Tang Yin and took Lu Yin, whom the little fat man Ren Cong promised to help solve the problem, and just left calmly.

"Immortal Master, the water is coming, I'm here to clean your face!" Suddenly, the girl's glutinous voice came from the ears, pulling Zhang Qian's thoughts back from a distance.

"Yeah!" nodded helplessly, he stood up and quickly walked towards the basin rack.

I don’t know when half a basin of washing water was installed in the basin made of white copper. I couldn’t bear to exploit a thirteen or fourteen-year-old loli. Before the other party took action, Zhang Qian blocked the basin with his body with his body, and then washed his face cleanly.

"Immortal Master, I'm serving you to cleanse your teeth!" The maid Zijuan didn't snatch him, so she had to take a small step and take a detour across from him, handing over a willow branch covered with salt foam and a cup made of bamboo tube.

The bamboo tube had been carefully installed with clear water, and the front end of the willow branch was just bitten away by Zijuan with her teeth to prevent it from piercing Zhang Qian's "Immortal Master" gums.

Although it was not the first day to use willow branches to brush your teeth, Zhang Qian was still nauseated by the vague traces of saliva on it. As a normal person, he did not have the habit of tasting other people's saliva, even if the other party was a young girl, breathing like orchids.

Just thinking about how to quietly break the part on the willow branch that she had bitten kindly by her, without hurting Zijuan's self-esteem, but suddenly I heard a clear scolding and penetrated through the window.

"Where is the liar? Take me over to deal with him! Ren Quan and Ren Wu, my father told you to look at your elder brother, don't always be addicted to these ridiculous things, that's how you watch?!"

"Stop the anger of the young lady, calm down! Young lady, this time the master promises that it is true. If you don't believe it, go and ask the housekeeper. Young lady, oh!" The explanation of the sloppy doctor Ren Quan immediately rang out. Then, there were the sound of falling to the ground and screams of the human body. (Note: The young lady is the name of the Song Dynasty. The young lady is called Xiaomai in the Tang Dynasty, and it is so awkward!)

"It's the young lady!" Zijuan, who was serving Zhang Qian, was so scared that she lost her face. She covered the cherry mouth with her fingers and quickly reminded her with a mosquito-like voice: "If the young lady comes here later, don't get angry. She is a very reasonable person. She is worried that the young man will not do his job properly. Cai Cai always wants to take care of him! In short, you should be more responsible for your husband. When the young man comes after hearing the news, you will have your own way!"

"Young lady, is her name Yingying?" Zhang Qian had long since the mouth of the fat man Ren Quan. He heard that he had a sister named Yingying. He was secretly muttering in his heart: It's a pity that Ren Yingying is not the other Ren Yingying, otherwise, he would have met her and took the opportunity to have a brother to Linghu Chong. Unexpectedly, Ren Yingying came to the door so soon!

"I, I dare not call the young lady the name of my wife!" Zijuan covered her mouth with her fingers and quickly retreated, her big eyes flashing, like a frightened little deer.
Chapter completed!