The hope of getting rich is gone.
To be serious, it is right to say that these shoes are from last week, and it is also right to say that they are from Kaiyuan. After all, no one would have thought that there is a layer of membrane between history and the present, and it will fall out if it is pierced.
"I heard that people become idiots after playing with the computer for a long time. You should touch the computer less and go out more."
Xu Wenbin didn't bother to talk to this guy, so he got up and went out.
Take a broken straw sandal and say it is an antique from the Tang Dynasty, why not say it was made by Liu Bei
"Oh, why don't you take a closer look." Xu Qing didn't give up, "See if you can make something old..."
"Oh, you can make antiques out of old ones, let's see if you can—I'm not saying you...can you do something serious?"
Xu Wenbin was so angry that he tapped him vigorously, "Don't think about what's there all day long, just learn from Qin Hao, okay
Lao Qin came to visit and said that Xiao Haozi had become a policeman, and asked you what you were doing, I didn't have the face to mention it! "
"Freelance job, freelance job." Xu Qing put away the straw sandals, this must not be seen by Jiang He, otherwise he will think he is a pervert.
Throw it away, it is an antique from the Tang Dynasty, sell it, it should not have been born for more than a few months, it is really a headache.
"Freedom... shit!"
Xu Wenbin said two words aloud, glanced at the door of the grocery store, and suddenly lowered his voice again, making a sharp turn in his tone.
"If you hadn't grown up, I would have to find a stick to beat you..."
As he spoke, he turned his head and swept around. Without a stick, he casually picked up the broken sword next to the sofa, "It's still free, but freedom is fake with a pair of broken shoes? Is this..."
The sound stopped abruptly, Xu Wenbin stared blankly at the sword in his hand like a duck whose throat was pinched.
"Toys, bought toys!"
Xu Qing snatched it over, laughed and said, "Just for fun... there are no antiques."
If the old man got the sword away, Jiang He would have to be impatient, this is the guy she eats.
Xu Wenbin took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put them on again, and stared at the sword in Xu Qing's hand.
"… you give me."
"No." Xu Qing shook his head.
"give or not?!"
"... Well, well, let me show you."
Xu Qing shrugged, pretending to be calm and handing the sword back.
It doesn't make sense that straw sandals are not antiques, but swords are.
"It's not really an antique, is it? Can you give me an estimate?"
"..."
Xu Wenbin didn't respond, and looked solemnly from the hilt to the tail of the sword, then held the sword and slowly pulled it out of the sheath.
The blade of the sword was revealed bit by bit, and Xu Qing couldn't help but hold his breath.
"Screw you!"
After only pulling out a part, Xu Wenbin closed the sword angrily, threw it back to Xu Qing, turned around and left.
It's so embarrassing, I almost believed this kid's evil.
"Look for a job well, or you can also go to the civil servant exam and serve the people."
Holding the doorknob, Xu Wenbin took another look at Jiang He's room with the door open, closed the door and left.
"..."
Puzzled, Xu Qing pulled out the sword, closed it again, and pulled it out again, somewhat understanding.
There is no oxidation reaction at all, a proper toy.
Seeing that the door of Jiang He's room was open, he casually threw the sword over and said, "Put this away, don't take it out casually."
When Jiang He put the sword and came out, Xu Qing glanced at her and asked with great interest, "What did you want to call my dad just now?"
"I don't know what to shout."
"That's my father, my father, my father... In a word, you can just call him uncle. If you meet my mother one day... oh, that's my mother, my mother, you can call him auntie."
Xu Qing didn't know what the Tang Dynasty called them. Anyway, the words "father and mother" should be correct.
"Uncle, aunt."
Jiang He nodded, indicating that he remembered it, and asked after a pause, "Don't you want to practice martial arts?"
"Is there a shortcut to quickly become a master? Or is there any powerful technique?"
"There is no shortcut to martial arts."
"..."
Xu Qing was disappointed. He tried to practice standing posture a few days ago, but he couldn't do it in five minutes, and it was terrible in two hours.
Now in a peaceful society, the price-performance ratio of martial arts is ridiculously low. It can be said that it is useless except for pretending. If you hurt someone, you have to pay for it...
Practice? Practice ass!
Suffering is for future enjoyment, and suffering without any benefits should be a disease.
"Come and play games, we'll talk about the practice later."
To learn how to live is to start from the little things. When children are just sensible, they also come into contact with the world from games—
Although it is not the same as computer games, Xu Qing feels similar.
Block Tangram is a game, and Jian San is also a game, there is no difference.
The old man suddenly ran over and only stayed for a while. Jiang He played the game under Xu Qing's guidance. From the creation of the character, an afternoon passed without knowing it.
A person who appeared out of nowhere wanted to support himself, and had no choice but to find a way on the false network—across the screen, let alone an ancient person, even if a cat became a spirit and clacked its paws on the keyboard, no one would know.
"How does this make money?"
During the meal, Jiang He asked, she really couldn't understand how the money in this world came from.
Is it possible that everyone is sitting at home, watching the screen and playing games, and someone delivers food and drinks? It was so strange.
"Wait until you learn to help others play." Xu Qing said.
"Help who?"
"Well... Let me think about how to explain this to you."
In the face of Jiang He's seeking knowledge, Xu Qing didn't choose to be perfunctory, mainly because she was afraid that she would have no motivation and would suspect that she was fooling her.
"This is an entertainment project. I just eat and drink enough and have nothing to do, and then use it for entertainment. It's the same as teasing crickets, understand?"
"Well, a game." Jiang He nodded in understanding.
"Then there are a lot of people, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people playing this game together. So many people, there are always those who don't have time to play, not everyone is like me... oh, like you, they have no time to play, so they just Pay idlers like you to play for them."
"I don't have time to play games, so I paid someone to play for me?" Jiang He couldn't understand this kind of thing.
"That's right, I've already paid for the game, and you still want me to spend time playing it?" Xu Qing smiled, bowed his head to eat a bite of food, and stopped teasing her, thinking for a while and said: "You are probably equivalent to helping Landlords who raise crickets with old money, after you raise them, they will directly use them to play, do you understand this?"
After all, it was the first job that barely counted as a job. He explained it very carefully, and Jiang He listened very carefully.
Being an Internet addicted girl is better than going out in the middle of the night pretending to be a ghost, Xu Qing had this idea.
As for the future... we must first understand how to live before we can talk about the future.
After dinner, Jiang He continued to explore the game world, and Xu Qing turned on the newly bought TV to watch the news broadcast.
The wax gourd was also very full, and he walked lazily around the room, as if he was patrolling his own territory, and finally stopped in front of the sofa, watched the two of them hesitate, and jumped onto Jiang He's lap to lie down.
At night, the city lights up thousands of lights, each of which is a different life.