The story could be told for three days straight.

Every day during mealtimes, Li Chang'an would talk for an hour.

The villagers were also drawn to the story; in this world devoid of entertainment, they had little access to anything else.

For them, a village is their whole world.

The farthest place they had ever been outside the village was the market.

They had never heard such a magical story before.

They were all completely engrossed in listening, feeling as if they had heard something extraordinary.

In three days, the villagers leveled the ground and built a courtyard of more than 100 square meters.

Inside the courtyard, a thatched hut was half-built, with only the roof remaining to be completed.

Everything was made from locally sourced materials.

The courtyard was surrounded by a wall made of yellow mud, and the thatched hut was built with wood and branches, with the outer wall not yet plastered with yellow mud.

So Li Chang'an's family still squeezed into their original small thatched hut.

After spending these few days together, Li Chang'an gradually adapted to life after his transmigration.

He goes to bed late, usually sleeping until noon before waking up to sign in.

The villagers have gotten used to it.

A disciple of a deity? He must be cultivating immortality at night.

It's normal to wake up late during the day.

If he wakes up early one day, he doesn't need to look to know that he was woken up by Xiaoya.

The whole family, except for their little girl who's only a few months old, doesn't respect him as a disciple of a deity.

They're always picking their eyes or digging their noses.

I made her angry last time, and she slapped me in the face repeatedly, making noises all day long.

Of all the people in the village, Li Chang'an and she were the most idle.

The two people with the most free time are Li Chang'an and Xiao Ya.

The most annoying one is the foolish child Lin Dongdong.

She always had the most questions whenever Li Chang'an told a story.

One minute they're asking if Pangu's axe that split the heavens was bigger than Xiong Er's axe; the next minute they're asking how Nuwa, who didn't have legs, went to the toilet; and then they're asking how the Dragon King, who lived in the water, made fire and cooked.

Li Chang'an said that the Dragon King has a kind of fire that can be burned in water.

She then asked the Dragon King how he drank soup during his meals.

The Dragon King doesn't need to drink soup.

Does the Dragon King need to use the toilet?

What did he use to wipe his butt?

Will the Dragon King drown?

Li Chang'an didn't know whether the Dragon King would drown in the water.

But he knew that if Dongdong kept asking questions, he would drown her.

This is a question no human being should ask!

So this time when he went to the city, he didn't bring Lin Dongdong with him because he thought Dongdong had too many problems.

So he only took Su Xiao and a few other villagers who were going to exchange grain with him to go to the market in the city.

The departure time was noon, not the early morning that Li Chang'an had thought.

Because they lived too far from the market, it took three hours to walk there, and it was quite dangerous at night.

So they would set off early, sleep at the foot of the city gate overnight, and then go to the market the next morning to sell their goods in exchange for food.

The market is held twice a month, on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month.

For these two days only, no travel permit is required to enter the city.

Of course, this only applies to the market area; you need to have your travel permit checked to go to other places.

We followed the mountain road, making several turns, and crossed several rivers by stepping on logs.

Li Chang'an and his entourage finally embarked on the official road.

Along the official road, the number of displaced people on the road increased.

Everyone's attire is pretty much the same.

He was sallow and emaciated, dressed in rags, with no flesh on his face and no clothes on his body.

Some carried three or four loads of firewood, the heavy loads bending their backs into the mud.

Some of the loads contained six- or seven-year-old children, with grass stuck in their hair, looking at the outside world with curious eyes.

The official road was clearly very wide, but they walked on both sides of the road, preferring to be crowded together rather than walk in the middle.

Xiong Er and his group did the same. As soon as they got onto the official road, they consciously avoided the middle of the road and crowded together on the side of the road.

It was as if there was an invisible wall in the middle of the road, blocking them.

Li Chang'an looked at them and walked to the middle of the road with some curiosity.

There's nothing there.

He looked at Su Xiao and asked, "What are they doing? Are they sick? The road is so wide, why don't they walk in the middle and instead squeeze onto the side?"

"Grandpa said that the middle of the road is for the gentlemen to ride horses. We peasants who walk in the middle of the road frighten the gentlemen, so we deserve to be beaten to death."

Su Xiao looked at her master, who was standing in the middle of the official road with a fan in his hand, and began to explain.

The fan is a sign-in reward.

Fans 99+, rice 99+, rice wine 99+ – these are his rewards for checking in for the past three days.

That's right, the sign-in rewards will be duplicated, but Li Chang'an doesn't have much left.

So only the rice was claimed twice.

He used the fan on the very first day it arrived, wearing a long robe and carrying a fan.

He has a very flashy look to him.

"Oh~"

Upon hearing this explanation, Li Chang'an waved his fan and strolled leisurely down the middle of the official road. He was not about to force himself to squeeze onto the side of the road.

Why can't he walk on such a wide road?

After nine years of compulsory education, he only learned one sentence.

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?

He doesn't care about social status or wealth.

They're all supposed to be successors of socialism, so who's more noble than whom!

If anyone bumps into him, he won't even talk to them about reason.

Then he'll have to pull out his Gatling gun and give a proper lecture on physics.

Su Xiao saw her master walking alone on the official road, looking very arrogant. After struggling for a moment, she ran over and followed behind her master.

She liked this master very much. He fed her, taught her to read and write, and even gave her powerful magical artifacts.

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