Zhu Xiang’s “resurrection” was all thanks to the system.
After Zhu Xiang returned to his body, the system began to activate.
Then, for so many years, the system's activation progress bar was stuck at "99%", and Zhu Xiang almost died.
Any modern young person who is addicted to surfing the Internet must have encountered such pain.
The download is stuck at 99%, the update is stuck at 99%, even watching a video with the progress bar spinning in circles is stuck at 99%... The eternal 99% gives you the hope that the progress bar will be completed in the next second, but every second after that is torture.
On the first day, Zhu Xiang saw that the system activation was stuck at 99%, and he was so anxious that he had to check the progress bar hundreds of times every day to see if it had moved;
One month later, Zhu Xiang checked the progress bar once a day to see if 99% of the progress had been completed.
One year, two years... Until now, Zhu Xiang has despaired of the system's cheat code and forced himself to "block" the existence of the system and pretend that he has no cheat code. However, he still can't help but glance at the system activation bar every day to cultivate his energy and concentration.
Don't worry, don't worry. Isn't it just that the progress bar has been stuck at 99% for many years? I'm not anxious at all. Take a deep breath.
Now the system activation bar that was stuck at 99% actually started moving. For a moment, Zhu Xiang couldn't tell whether this was reality or if he had been staring at the activation bar that was stuck at 99% for too long and was finally hallucinating.
But soon, he temporarily had no energy to manage the system. Ying Xiaozheng lay in his arms and cried breathlessly, with snot and tears all over him.
Xue rushed over anxiously: "What's wrong? My dear, why are you standing there? Hurry up and comfort Zheng'er! I heard that children will get sick if they cry too much!"
"Oh oh." Zhu Xiang quickly rocked the skinny kid in his arms like a cradle, "Zheng'er, don't cry. It was just a nightmare. Uncle is right here and he's not going anywhere. Feel it. Uncle is right here."
After shaking Ying Xiaozheng, who was crying and hiccuping in his arms, Zhu Xiang held Ying Xiaozheng's little hand, which was covered with snot and tears, and pressed it against his face without feeling dirty.
Zhu Xiang tried very hard to learn sword from Xun Kuang. Although it was obvious from Xun Kuang's disdainful look that Zhu Xiang's learning progress was worrying, he did warm up, so the temperature of his face was slightly higher now.
The warmth from his uncle's cheek was transmitted to Ying Xiaozheng's perception through his dirty and sticky little hands.
His crying finally subsided a little: "Yes, nightmare, hiccup."
"Yes, it's a nightmare. Uncle is here." Zhu Xiang said, "Don't be afraid."
Ying Xiaozheng hiccuped and carefully stroked his uncle's face.
Then he saw that his dirty hands were covered with snot on half of his uncle's face.
Ying Xiaozheng's body stiffened. He looked down at his uncle's lapel and let out a loud hiccup.
His uncle's clothes were a mess, covered with sticky snot.
It is impossible for a child to control his snot when he is crying. If he cries too hard, he will drool while his nose is running. Ying Xiaozheng regained his senses and looked at his uncle's dirty face and clothes. He couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.
He remembered how his biological mother covered her nose, frowned, and had a look of disgust and hatred on her face when she was taking care of him.
"It's okay, it's okay." Xue took out a handkerchief and wiped Ying Xiaozheng's face carefully. "Zheng'er, give it to me. You are so dirty. Don't dirty Zheng'er's clothes."
Zhu Xiang handed Ying Xiaozheng to Xue's arms, first ordered the old servant to bring warm water to stop Ying Xiaozheng's hiccups, then apologized to Xun Kuang and Cai Ze who were watching the fun, and went back to his room to change clothes.
Xue held Ying Xiaozheng in her arms to wash his face and hands, then stuffed a small piece of candy into Ying Xiaozheng's mouth to moisten his throat.
Not only did Ying Xiaozheng not notice the disgusted expressions on his uncle and aunt's faces, his aunt even unreasonably disliked his uncle for getting her clothes dirty.
Such a development surprised Ying Xiaozheng.
When Xue was washing Ying Xiaozheng's face and hands, Ying Xiaozheng said carefully: "Aunt, I made uncle's clothes and face dirty. I should apologize to my uncle."
Xue frowned and said, "He should have wiped your face clean first instead of standing there stupidly!"
Ying Xiaozheng was frightened by Xue's sudden raised brows and shrank his shoulders, not daring to question him anymore.
"You are a child, how could you be wrong? It's my and your uncle's fault. We shouldn't have left you to sleep alone." Xue touched Ying Xiaozheng's face which was rubbed red by him, and carried Ying Xiaozheng to her dressing table, took out the sheep fat cream with flower scent and applied it on Ying Xiaozheng's face and hands.
Ying Xiaozheng twitched his nose and said, "It smells so good."
Xue smiled and said, "The aroma is stronger. Your uncle made it according to my preferences. Winter is coming soon. You should take care of your face and hands. Just tell your uncle what flavor you like."
Ying Xiaozheng touched his face, sniffed his hands, then sneezed loudly, and the hiccups stopped.
Xue couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Ying Xiaozheng's mind wandered again. He sniffed again, "A-choo," and sniffed again, "A-choo."
Xue pinched Ying Xiaozheng's little nose: "Stop sniffing!"
Ying Xiaozheng raised his face and hummed twice, then scratched helplessly with his two little hands.
Xue let go of Ying Xiaozheng's little nose and laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward.
Ying Xiaozheng covered his poor little nose in grievance. Although he didn't know what his aunt was laughing at, her hands smelled so good. He wanted to smell them again.
“A-choo!”
Xue quickly washed off the floral-scented lanolin cream on Ying Xiaozheng's face and hands.
Ying Xiaozheng mustered up his courage and said, "I don't want to wash, I want to smell good."
Xue tapped Ying Xiaozheng's nose and said, "You can't stand this fragrance. Ask your uncle to change it for you."
Ying Xiaozheng sighed regretfully.
Xue couldn't help laughing again.
She couldn't help but pick up Ying Xiaozheng, and imitated Zhu Xiang, rubbing her cheek against Ying Xiaozheng's not-so-good skin.
In just ten days, Zhu Xiang and Xue had not yet turned their nephew, who was as skinny as a chicken, into a soft and cute little ball.
But in just ten short days, in Xue's eyes, Zheng'er had become the second cutest child she had ever seen.
After Zhu Xiang made sheep fat cream for Xue, Xue began to carefully apply the sheep fat cream with her favorite scent several times a day. The scent that made Ying Xiaozheng sneeze was also on Xue's face.
"Are you sleepy? Go to sleep a little longer. Your aunt will be watching over Zheng'er, so he won't have nightmares again."
Xue held Ying Xiaozheng in her arms and sat on the edge of the bed. She covered Ying Xiaozheng with a quilt and let Ying Xiaozheng sleep with his head resting on her legs.
Ying Xiaozheng curled up in the quilt, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he yawned continuously, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Unfortunately, he took the initiative to leave the dream room early this time, and he would have to wait ten days before entering the dream room again.
Xue looked at Ying Xiaozheng who was falling asleep quickly, and couldn't help but touch Ying Xiaozheng's face again.
Then she picked up the old clothes on the bedside and made new clothes for Ying Xiaozheng.
She listened to her husband's explanation of the reasoning behind why it is best for children to wear other people's old clothes.
Children have delicate skin, and it is easy for them to get rashes when wearing new clothes. Clothes that have been worn by other children for several years have been proven to be suitable for children's delicate skin.
In order to prevent other people's clothes from carrying diseases, Zhu Xiang boiled the clothes in boiling water first.
The old children's clothes that Lin Zhi found were almost all made of silk. After being boiled in boiling water, these clothes immediately wrinkled and the colors mixed together, which was very ugly.
But Zhu Xiang insisted on doing so. Zheng'er's health was more important than any fancy tricks.
Zhu Xiang always overly protects and respects Xue, so much so that outsiders always jokingly say that Xue has the final say in this family.
But Xue herself knew that since she was a child, her husband had always made decisions for her family.
She is not actually smart. Lin Junzi always says that she is very smart and can handle things better than her husband.
In fact, Mr. Lin was wrong.
Xue was initially terrified of the nobles and had no idea how to get along with them. Her husband constantly enlightened her, listed the personalities of each person she needed to get along with, and taught her how to get along with the nobles.
"As long as my Xue straightens her back and looks serious, she looks like a woman with great ambitions."
"Who is Zhuge? He is an omnipotent prime minister in the legend. Ah, Xue, don't hit me, I'm not kidding."
"Yes, yes, that's it. Then raise your chin slightly and look them straight in the eye. Don't look away... Xia Tong, come and cooperate with Xue."
"Look, isn't it not scary at all to look into Xia Tong's eyes? Xia Tong, what are you laughing at? You are laughing your ass off! Don't laugh! Be serious!"
"Okay, next step."
"When they talk to you, you know how to answer, lower your voice and speak slowly. If you don't know how to answer, just keep smiling... Don't smile too much, just turn down the corners of your mouth a little, yes, that's the smile. Keep smiling like this and let them come directly to me."
"Do you have to answer? Just smile and keep silent, or say 'Listen to my husband, my husband knows his limits'. Xia Tong, let's practice again... I told you not to laugh, or I'll deduct your wages if you laugh again!"...
While Xue was sewing clothes for Ying Xiaozheng, she somehow recalled the past.
She looked at the jade ring that slipped out of Ying Xiaozheng's collar. Perhaps she missed the only friend she and her lover had who could duel with each other in sword fighting.
Since Xia Tong left, Liangren has become much more silent. It was not until Zheng'er came that Liangren could smile every day again.
Xue didn't understand. Lin Junzi should be closer to Liangren, but Liangren's smile when he was with Lin Junzi was not as relaxed and comfortable as when he was with Xia Tong.
She asked her lover, and he replied, "Because Xia Tong is free and unattached, his future is not predetermined; Lin Li is tied to the State of Zhao, and I am worried about his future. I want to pull him out of his predetermined future, but I know it is impossible, because he is Lin Xiangru's son."
She didn't understand.
But no matter whether she understood or not, her lover would never give her a perfunctory answer and would always give her a thorough answer to any question she asked.
When Xue thought of these past events, she stopped sewing and couldn't help but sigh.
Over the years, she gradually understood.
The King of Zhao is not a good ruler, always bullying the good people. Such a King of Zhao would probably bully the good Lin family. But Lin Shangqing and Lin Junzi are loyal to the King of Zhao and will never betray him. The good people saw through all this, so they sighed for Lin Junzi repeatedly.
King Zhao is really not a good guy!
Xue was originally very afraid of the nobles, and she didn't even dare to think about speaking ill of the king.
Now that she had heard so many people like Lin Junzi cursing at King Zhao after drinking, she even dared to criticize King Zhao in her heart.
While Zhu Xiang was tidying up his appearance, he clicked on the system that had been successfully activated.
I'm so excited, rubbing my hands together, let me see what cool big treasure my golden finger is!
When the system was activated, a system operation page like a projection screen appeared in Zhu Xiang's eyes. Zhu Xiang looked at the pixel-style icon and remained silent.
Before the system was activated, Zhu Xiang had read the system's functions. As long as he could improve the favorability of people who could influence the historical trend of this era, he would be able to obtain good seeds at every stage of the improvement of favorability.
In Zhu Xiang's imagination, after starting the system, his consciousness might enter a different space. In this space, there might be a laurel tree that symbolizes fate.
Every time he met a historical figure, the laurel tree would grow a branch; every time he improved the favorability of a historical figure, the laurel tree would sprout, bloom, and bear fruit. The good seeds he obtained were the leaves, flowers, and fruits on the laurel branches.
Maybe this alien space has its own spiritual fields and springs, which can control the flow of time. If you think more, there may be a supporting laboratory.
We already have a farming system, so isn’t it reasonable not to have a farming space
Zhu Xiang never expected that there would be no laurel tree. Planting space? No idea. The system showed Zhu Xiang a row of pixelated portraits, followed by a simple heart with a favorability value marked on the heart, just like a handheld game from the last century.
Zhu Xiang sat down on the cushion and remained silent for a long time.
What is more depressing than the system being stuck for five or six years with the activation bar at 99%? Of course, he thought he was going to play a holographic game, but the game he had been waiting for for several years turned out to be a pixel game! This psychological gap made Zhu Xiang unable to recover for a long time.
After several minutes of pause, Zhu Xiang used his mind to swipe the pixelated man's avatar to check how much favorability he had accumulated.
He and Lin Zhi should have the highest favorability, right? Huh? Lin Zhi is not included here? !
Zhu Xiang said disdainfully, "A tiger father and a dog son, tsk. Let me see the one with the highest favorability... King Zhuangxiang of Qin? Who is this?!"
(End of this chapter)