He was shocked and shook his lower abdomen a few times. Zhou Xiaomo tightened the bottle cap before carrying his pants.

He has to tell Crayon Shin-chan and Masao later that he will not waste their precious boy peeing any more in the future.

Looking at the light yellow liquid in the bottle, it will be valuable for boys to pee in the future.

Last night, if I hadn't been peeing in an emergency, I would probably have turned into a pussy now, rather than standing here to admire my pee.

This...it's a bit confusing.

Zhou Xiaomo was sure that Kuoji would never only appear in this place in Qianshi County.

Those who can raise puppets must be meticulous and vicious people. He will never put such vicious things in one place.

In the past, gold, silver, pearls, agate, jade and other things were the most valuable things. It is estimated that in no time, boy urine should be the most precious thing in the Tang Dynasty at present, and even if you have money, you can't buy it.

Because every family needs to use boy urine to save their lives, who will sell such precious things?

It turns out that every era has the most precious product created by this era.

In the 21st century, talent is the most precious. Unexpectedly, in the Tang Dynasty, boy urine will one day become the most precious product of this era.

This made Zhou Xiaomo feel very funny, but it seemed to have far-reaching significance.

Ivory, tiger bones, bear paws, and bird's nests are precious because of human greed;

Pearl agate, gems, gold and silver can shine brightly on the world, which comes from human vanity.

That is to say, except for food, the creation of everything is not about how important it is, but about those who need it.

If there is no human greed, then the jewels, gold and silver will not become the object of everyone's pursuit.

But one day, when gold and silver cannot buy boy urine, the value of boy urine is far above gold and silver.

Before this, boy urine was just a fertilizer for plants on the small roads in the fields.

When people walk too much, that place becomes a road. When everyone urgently needs a boy to urinate to save his life, urinate is as precious as a person's life.

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Xiaomo laughed, but he didn't expect that boy peeing would become a hot commodity one day.

Zhou Xiaomo knew that one of the reasons why he was able to hide the truth yesterday was the six ring scars on his head and the dress of a monk.

Another important reason is that he was attacked by a black man on the edge of the cliff that day, and his legs and face were traumatized.

So no matter how the man in black did, Zhou Xiaomo, who was injured in an arrow on his leg and scratched on his face, could miraculously recover within a day or two.

Therefore, even if a man in black is suspicious of the identity of the young monk, he will no longer doubt that he has any relationship with Zhou Xiaomo because he is not injured.

Originally, last night, Zhou Xiaomo wanted to use those bottles of ordinary perfume to go to Xiaorou to exchange for a certificate, but unexpectedly, the changes in things were completely beyond his expectations.

Since the little monk Huifan from Honenji has such great power, then continue to use this identity.

Brothels are the place where news is spread the fastest, because the people here come from all walks of life, so their speed of spreading information is comparable to that of newspapers in modern society.

Zhou Xiaomo believed that Huifan, the young monk from Hongan Temple, should have become famous in Kanshi County at this time.

I don’t know where Li Bai is now, and whether he is still in the bed building full of spring breeze.

Li Bai in history was actually a very romantic poet. It is said that half of his life spent drinking and having fun in brothels.

In the more than a month since he arrived in the Tang Dynasty, Zhou Xiaomo met the young poet Meng Haoran, the famous brothel Yun Yiren, the future emperor Li Longji, Zong Chuke's son Zong Linjiu, Yao Chong's son Yao Yi, as well as the painting saint Wu Daozi and the poet Li Bai.

Every time he meets these historical figures, Zhou Xiaomo will feel a sense of trance.

The moment he knew the other person, he would doubt whether he had traveled through history or whether the characters in history had traveled through modern times.

This moment of trance only arises in my mind and has nothing to do with the things and scenes around me.

Since he became an instructor at Dalanxiang Technical School, Zhou Xiaomo has never touched guns and ammunition again.

But what I have learned is just unfamiliar and will never forget it. After going out tonight, I will find a target and hit it with more than a dozen shots.

Zhou Xiaomo put on the scar on his head again, and his scalp was natural. Even if he reached out to touch it, he could feel a little bumpy.

In front of the mirror, he almost didn't recognize it himself. The little monk standing in front of the mirror was Zhou Xiaomo.

The most troublesome thing he has now is that he spends too short a day outside and is not enough to use it.

Until now, Zhou Xiaomo is still not sure whether Crayon Shin-hshin-know and Masato are robots or have also traveled through history.

These two little ghosts seemed to know what he was thinking, and they would only appear after he entered the medical cabin.

Anyway, I am idle, so it’s interesting to have fun with these two little guys every day.

I made a cup of coffee, and took it while drinking it, bought a lot of books about the history of the Tang Dynasty in the book product area of ​​the supermarket, and then sat in the book bar to read it.

Zhou Xiaomo remembered the words "I only regret that I am afraid of the little one when I use it" that my teacher said before, and now he is deeply touched.

In this era, people's thoughts are still relatively ignorant. They can accept some new things in a flash, but when such new things are beyond their imagination, they will use ghost theory to explain this phenomenon.

For example, if Zhou Xiaomo rode a bicycle out now, it would definitely attract many people's curiosity, wondering why he rode a two-wheeler but didn't fall.

Maybe someone will imitate him and make a wooden-wheeled bicycle.

But if Zhou Xiaomo was driving a motorcycle at a speed of 80 or 90 yards, he would be treated as a ghost by people.

As the saying goes, a foolish person is brave. When he sees him riding a motorcycle, he will definitely chase him and intercept him with a stick, a weapon, a bow and an arrow.

It was still noon at this time, Zhou Xiaomo bought all the "goods" he needed and placed them on the confederate     fighter. Now the car is really armed to the teeth.
Chapter completed!