A few minutes ago.

The "Alive" plane.

Outside a dilapidated earthen house.

A man in his thirties or forties was arranging farm tools and humming a little tune.

The man's surname is Xu and his name is Fugui.

But the word "Fugui" had nothing to do with his first half of life.

He was born into a famous local landlord family. The tribute rice grown on his family's fertile fields was snapped up by several grain stores, so he lived a carefree life.

However, due to his wealthy family background and his parents' doting, he became spoiled since childhood, did not work hard, liked to dance the flower drum lantern, and got into a lot of trouble.

Because of the flower drum lantern, he became acquainted with Chen Jiazhen, the daughter of the town's grain merchant Chen. However, due to his own ignorance, he was deceived by the outsider Long Er, and all the family's fertile land fell into the hands of the other party, and his father was angered to death by him.

From then on, misfortune hung over his head.

When his mother was sick, he went to see a doctor but was drafted into the army.

On the battlefield, he had a close brush with death several times.

After finally returning home, he found that his mother had passed away and his daughter had become mute due to a high fever.

The people are still here, everything is fine.

Fugui could only comfort himself in this way.

Then he waited for liberation and got five acres of good farmland.

This made him very happy.

Especially after seeing Long Er being shot because he was identified as a landlord, he felt sincerely fortunate and even felt that he was always lucky.

I enjoyed the glory and wealth of my youth, but if I hadn't squandered all my fortune, I would have been the one shot!

His days are indeed much better.

Although the daughter is mute, she is as beautiful as her mother and is as good at Huagudeng dancing as herself, so she was noticed by dance experts in the provincial capital.

Although my son is young, he is very sensible. I don’t know if it’s because I always chase him and beat him, but he is very good at running. He even won the first place a few days ago. Even Teacher Hu said that there is a high probability that he will be able to enter a sports school, become an athlete in the future, and win glory for the country.

Although there was a famine a few days ago, which made the whole family starve, and my father-in-law even starved to death because he couldn't bear to eat it and secretly gave food to his two grandsons, but everything is over.

Chunsheng, who used to be a clerk in his father-in-law's grain store and had shared life and death with him many times in the same trench when he was conscripted, returned to the county town and became the county magistrate.

Teacher Hu, whom my daughter Fengxia has always had a crush on, has revealed his feelings. He came to propose marriage a few days ago and is planning to marry my daughter in a few days.

Teacher Hu is well educated, kind and very popular in school.

No matter how outstanding his daughter is, she is a mute after all. He has always been worried that the other party will look down on his daughter because of this. For this reason, he arranged several blind dates for his daughter, but they all ended in failure because his daughter already had someone she loved.

For Fugui and his wife, this was a great thing that fulfilled their wishes.

My son's future has also been secured.

Even if I couldn't get into the sports school or junior high school, I could still go home and farm, unlike my early years when I had no food to eat and was often worried about not seeing the sun the next day.

Life is really getting sweeter.

Even the village chief Mancang teased him enviously that this former landlord had a promising future.

Fugui was thinking happily when he suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes and a series of gorgeous pictures flashed before his eyes.

There are giants a thousand feet tall, dragons that breathe fire, monkeys that break the sky with golden rods, and terrifying figures that can shatter planets with one punch.

These images rushed straight into his brain, making him feel a little dazed.

He was stunned when the scene suddenly changed to show these horrible characters toasting each other in a quiet pub.

This was followed by the introduction of various fine wines and mysterious treasures.

In the end, all these twists and turns were submerged in a vortex and turned into just one deafening sentence.

"Congratulations on your invitation to the Spacetime Tavern..."

Fugui came back to his senses and blinked in surprise.

Hallucination? He turned his head and looked around.

The dilapidated tiled houses and dusty dirt roads around him, and the pleasant fields in the distance, this familiar scenery was no different from what he saw every day.

But the odd invitation was real.

He was just a poor farmer, and the iron pots in his home were smashed. Would there be any ghosts to harm him? And those magical things were really too attractive.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to try to accept the invitation.

Putting down the farm tools, he walked into the room, took a deep breath, and then chose [Yes].

…

Fugui suddenly felt that the scene in front of him became brighter.

The clean floor even made him feel uncomfortable.

He had just returned from the fields, and his worn-out shoes with exposed toes were covered in mud.

As he looked around, his expression became more nervous.

Everyone here was dressed gorgeously, and the women looked like fairies walking out of paintings, making him feel a little ashamed.

When he saw Sun Wukong, he was visibly stunned.

Isn’t this tall and majestic macaque the one you see in the picture?

Wait, monkey, golden stick...

Fugui suddenly thought of Sun Wukong, whom he had heard of before.

Could this monkey be the Monkey King who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace? When he saw Po, he was stunned.

There is a panda! It speaks human language!

And the cat was actually wearing human clothes and shoes, with a sword stuck on its waist!

Fugui swallowed and felt a little dizzy.

He pinched his thigh quietly, causing him to grimace in pain.

It’s not an illusion after all!

Where had he mistakenly entered? Did some god invite the wrong person? Just as he was feeling dizzy, he suddenly heard a voice from the side.

"Hello, welcome to the tavern."

Fugui turned his head and saw a man wearing luxurious black ancient costume.

The man had a distinguished temperament and was intimidating without even getting angry, which made him inexplicably afraid.

"Ah, hello." Fugui said stiffly.

Ying Zheng was secretly surprised.

He thought to himself that he had seen countless people and could tell the true and false of a person at a glance.

The guy in front of me was wearing a dirty cloth, covered in mud, with messy hair, hands covered with calluses, and a humble and nervous smile on his face...

No matter how you look at it, this seems like an insignificant little person.

He changed his mind and realized that as the first person invited to that plane, this guy could not be described as "ordinary" in any way.

There must be some special quality in him that I haven't noticed.

Ying Zheng smiled and extended his hand, inviting: "If you have nothing to do, you may as well sit down and chat."

Fugui was flattered and subconsciously wanted to pat his butt, but he was afraid of dust flying, so he had to sit down carefully with half of his butt against the chair.

"My name is Ying Zheng. What is your name?" Ying Zheng asked with a smile.

Ying Zheng?

Fugui thought about it, but had no impression.

He went to school for a few days, but was very naughty. The fact that he could read was the result of Mr. Xu's beatings, and he could almost be called illiterate when it came to history.

"My name is Fugui, Xu Fugui." said Fugui.

Ying Zheng subconsciously turned his head and looked, only to find that Xiao Fugui was not there, so he withdrew his gaze, feeling a little strange in his heart.

The divine chef Xiao Fugui is only good at cooking. Compared with other people in the tavern, he is indeed a bit ordinary.

Of course, having a golden finger that is particularly sensitive to food is not ordinary.

Could it be that this guy is also good at farming?

He asked with a smile: "What are your specialties, Brother Fugui?"

Fugui did not hear the tentative meaning in his words, but thought about it seriously and asked tentatively: "Does the flower drum lantern dance count?"

Flower drum lantern? Ying Zheng was slightly startled.

Could this be some kind of powerful secret method?

(End of this chapter)