Mission World: China Continent (Natural World)

Mission goal: Survive for one year

Initial Skill: None

Mission success: Reward props ability*1, skill points*3, physical fitness points*1

Task failed: Repeated execution

"It's indeed the natural world!"

"Shenzhou Continent, what the hell is this? It's actually another year of survival!"

Before Anyang could figure it out, he suddenly felt dizzy and his whole body fell to the ground, but he lost consciousness at this moment.

Well, it seems like I have experienced this feeling before.

...

White walls and green tiles, low-short houses, this is a classical city. The tallest building is only three floors and ten meters. A gust of breeze can blow from the south of the city to the north of the city.

It has a bit of a style in the world of painted skins, but it is much gentler and more elegant.

The streets paved with bluestone are crowded with people, all wearing ancient costumes, bustling with vegetables and bargaining sounds. Fortunately, there is no sound of whistle. Although it sounds noisy, it is not harsh. Occasionally, when the buns on the roadside bun shop are freshly released, the fragrance spreads with the hot steam. No matter whether you eat or not in the morning, you have to swallow your saliva.

"Who said that ancient things were not delicious, they were so fragrant without spices. What if they were added?"

A huge elm tree covered the sunshine near noon. A young man in a scholarly costume sat under the tree. The feeling just now came from his mouth.

Next to it is an arch bridge with a little history, called the Minxin Bridge, which is a bridge built by donating money for ordinary people. Under the bridge is a green river called Qingyue Canal. Qingyue Canal passes from east to west of the city. It nurtures the people of the city. It not only provides water for washing and cooking, but also discharges domestic sewage into this river, but it cannot affect its clarity at all. Now it has already lingered willows beside the river, making it a scene in the city. Whenever a lantern festival is held, it is even more amazing, and it has attracted countless wealthy families to watch the lantern festival and guess riddles. This is a good time for scholars and young men to show their demeanor together.

However, this cannot alleviate Anyang's boredom at all!

He has been in this world for three days. He has done nothing but eating and sleeping every day, no plot tasks, no entertainment activities, no computers, music and dance halls, and no friends. Apart from drinking tea by the Qingyue River, playing chess, or walking and reciting poems by the river with arty style, people in this world seem to have nothing to play. Going to brothels is fun and elegant, listening to small songs and playing piano, but it is boring to be addicted to the problem all day long. Fighting crickets and walking birds will be considered to be a playful thing, and the opera will be successful occasionally. If you listen to it every day, you will get tired of gambling, and it will be even more impossible...

The system told him to stay here for a year. Although he knew it was impossible to be that simple, he had no idea. Even if he ran all over the city, he could not find anything unusual. He only knew that this place was called Bingzhou, which belonged to a relatively prosperous city in Yue Kingdom. As for Yue Kingdom, it was roughly equivalent to the Song Dynasty in ancient China. Bingzhou was a city of Jiangnan, Suzhou, Qinhuai, etc.

Like ancient China, the common people in this world were full of strange stories, such as monsters and ghosts, and countless myths and legends. The public security in Bingzhou is not good. Occasionally there are burglaries and injuries and the truth cannot be found, they will often be deducted from the demons. However, Anyang took advantage of the night to travel around Bingzhou City. The infrared scan of the armor was opened to the maximum and no demons were found.

He knew that the world must be extraordinary, but he still needed to wait.

The system can't let itself take a vacation!

A rich lady supported by a maid walked up from the stone arch bridge, her eyes constantly looking at Qingyue River, as if she was enjoying the scenery. She glanced at Anyang unconsciously, frowned her cute brows, and left with a light pace. She walked up the river, occasionally lifting the red cloth strip hanging on the tree with her cuffs and looking at the poems written on it, and read them gently, with her eyes showing admiration.

The cloth strips hanging on the branches were all left by some scholars, with their own names and proud poems signed on them. The purpose is obvious. It is just to attract women. If you fail, you will only need some writing or ink. Once you successfully resonate with a daughter and open her heart, it will be a beautiful thing that can be gained both people and money, which is enough to be a good story in the circle of literati!

Although this method sounds quite stupid, as far as Anyang knows, the success rate is still not low. In this era, both men and women value literature. The status of literati is very high, but men and women are different after all. Most of the poems come from men's mouths, and many women only stay in the literacy stage, but they admire talents who can become quatrains through eternal quatrains. Some people who know some poetry may really use literary style to portray husbands.

Anyway, I don’t choose it myself. When I get old, my family will not be much better if I choose it for me!

A woman who has a wealthy family will be proud of her, and a talented person will also have a good face when marrying a beautiful man. It is a matter of the best of both worlds.

It can be seen from this that this woman is indeed a daughter-in-law. Her literacy rate is not high in this era, let alone being able to understand poetry.

Of course, it may also be arty and pretending to understand if you don’t know!

The noon sunlight shines down through the lush branches and leaves of the big elm trees, hitting the ground to form tiny golden spots, which makes it more elegant when falling on the light green scholar's robe.

Anyang stretched his waist and stood up, patted the leaves and dust on his clothes, and prepared to walk home.

Well, at home.

This time, it was a bit similar to the mission in "Storm Out of Amazon". It was not to come directly to this world, but the system arranged an identity for him, just like the second lieutenant of the special forces in "Storm Out of Amazon". However, the identity arranged for him this time was very ordinary. An orphan adopted since childhood, a scholar who did nothing all day and could not get a fame and fortune. At such an old age, he still had to rely on his elderly adoptive father to provide food, clothing and study.

From this perspective, the system really makes him want to take a vacation.

However, this also means that if he accepts the identity given by the system, he must call another person a father.

Although "his adoptive father" is very old and kind and honest by nature, if it is true that the "adoption father" saves money for him to study as the memory given to him by the system, hoping that he can have a future, then it is nothing to call him "dad". Unfortunately, he knows that this identity is fake, and even all traces of his life in Bingzhou City are imposed by the system. Although this method of directly modifying other people's memories is incredible, since the system can create a world, it is not surprising to do this in this natural world.

This is a bit unspeakable.

His "adoptional father" was Anlaosi. He used to be a very wealthy businessman, who ran a small dyeing shop. Later, he offended the official and was seized by the official. Even his money was robbed. He had no choice but to live with him on the dock to carry goods. Now that he is old, he can't do it anymore, so he uses his savings to open a tea shop on the side of the road, earning some rice and vegetables every day, and often encountering people who don't pay them.

His name has been forgotten, and everyone who knows him calls him An Laosi, and the old man agreed. Now that things are poor all his life, he will not recall the wealthy life, nor will he try to resist. He just silently accepts what life gives, so although life is difficult, it will not be painful.

It was not until the arrival of Anyang three days ago that he threw out a piece of silver and his family's conditions improved a little.

After eating simple rice and cooking vegetables that even the oil star can't see, the old man was already very satisfied. This is thanks to his "adopted son" who "selled a poem and earned some silver" a few days ago. He usually ate pickles, and occasionally saved some money to buy pens and ink for his "adopted son". The money he sold poetry had to be kept for future study.

Anyang continued to lie down under the elm tree, holding a book in his hand, but the warm sunshine made him subconsciously want to squint his eyes.

There were fewer pedestrians on the street in the afternoon, only those who were on the river, those who were enjoying the scenery, and those who were young men and women flying kites. Generally speaking, the customs of this era were still a bit surprising to ancient China. For example, young men and women would not be criticized when they walked together, at most they were accused of being a couple.

At this time, there was an old man in tattered clothes next to him, surrounded by a bunch of children in their teens, as if they were listening to his story, which somehow reached Anyang's ears.

"Later, the official officer could not do anything to them. Senior Brother Yunqing and Junior Sister Yun Zi wandered around the world and became a pair of heroes who were heroes and robbed the rich and helped the poor."

"Haha, it's great. When I grow up, I will rob the rich and help the poor, and I will also be chivalrous and righteous!"

Anyang is very boring. This kind of martial arts story that can be told in at most ten minutes is really meaningless, let alone hearing one ending.

Then a group of children started yelling again.

"Sir, let me talk, and I will say one more!"

"This... I'm afraid it won't work anymore. I haven't had lunch yet and I can't speak even if I'm hungry."

"Sir, wait, my family has baked a pot of big cakes at noon this afternoon. I haven't finished eating yet. I'll bring you two."

Anyang was speechless again.

After a while—

"Well, this cake is so fragrant. I haven't eaten something so fragrant in a long time. What do you want to listen to?"

"We...we want to listen to the story of the hero Xiao Xiao, that's what you said a few days ago!" said a young boy who looked brave.

"I also want to listen to the story of Senior Brother Yunqing and Junior Sister Yun Zi again. Old sir, please, let me tell you again." A little girl with two braids begged.

"I want to listen to the stories of gods." said the little boy who just brought the cake.

The old man immediately made a decision: "Okay, I'll tell you a story about a god, but after listening to it, you can't learn the gods in the story, do you know?"

A group of children responded in unison and knew, and the old man started to speak slowly. After this, he knew that he was not an ordinary old man, at least he had read books, knew words, and was educated.
Chapter completed!