The hope of getting rich was gone.
Seriously speaking, this pair of shoes could be said to be from the Zhou Dynasty or the Kaiyuan Dynasty. After all, no one would have thought that history and the present were separated by a layer of membrane.
"I heard that people will become stupid if they play with computers for a long time. You should not touch the computer too much and go out more."
Xu Wenbin was too lazy to talk to him. He got up and went out.
He took out a pair of straw sandals and said it was an antique from the Tang Dynasty. Why didn't he say that it was made up by Liu Bei?
"Oh, why don't you take a closer look?" Xu Qing did not give up. "See if you can make an antique or something …"
"Oh, you can make an antique by making an antique. Look at you … Can't you do something serious?"
Xu Wenbin was angry and pointed at him. "Don't think about useless things all day. Can't you learn from Qin Hao?
Old Qin came to visit and said that Little Haozi has become a police officer. Why did he ask you? I don't even have the face to mention it! "
"Freelance, freelance." Xu Qing kept the sandals. He could not let Jiang He see it. Otherwise, he would think that he was a pervert.
Throw it away. It was an antique from the Tang Dynasty. Sell it. It should not be more than a few months old. What a headache.
"Freedom … my ass!"
Xu Wenbin said these two words in a loud voice. He glanced at the door of the storeroom, then suddenly lowered his voice and changed the tone of his voice.
"If you had not grown up, I would have beaten you with a stick …"
He turned his head and looked around. There was no stick. He picked up the broken sword next to the sofa. "Freedom? Freedom is fake with a pair of broken shoes? Is this … "
His voice stopped abruptly. Xu Wenbin was like a duck whose throat was pinched. He looked at the sword in his hand blankly.
"Toy, I bought a toy!"
Xu Qing snatched the sword and laughed. "I was just playing with it … There is no antique."
If the sword was taken away by the old man, Jiang He would be furious. After all, this was what she relied on to make a living.
Xu Wenbin took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put them back on. He stared at the sword in Xu Qing's hand.
"… Give it to me."
"No." Xu Qing shook his head.
"Are you giving it to me?!"
"… Alright, alright, I'll let you take a look."
Xu Qing shrugged and pretended to be calm as he handed the sword back.
It didn't make sense that the straw sandals weren't antiques, but the swords were.
"Could it really be an antique? Can you give me an estimate? "
"…"
Xu Wenbin did not reply. His expression was solemn as he looked from the hilt to the end of the sword. Then, he gripped the sword and slowly pulled it out of the sheath.
Xu Qing couldn't help but hold his breath as the blade of the sword gradually appeared before his eyes.
"Go to hell!"
As soon as he pulled out the sword, Xu Wenbin angrily closed it, threw it back to Xu Qing, and turned around to leave.
How embarrassing. I almost believed this brat's words.
"Look for a job well. Or you can also become a civil servant and serve the people."
After saying this, Xu Wenbin glanced at Jiang He's room through the crack of the door, closed the door, and left.
"…"
Xu Qing was puzzled. He pulled the sword out, closed it, and pulled it out again. He began to understand.
There was no oxidation reaction at all. It was a proper toy.
Seeing that the door of Jiang He's room was open, he threw the sword over and said, "Keep this well. Don't take it out casually."
When Jiang He put away the sword and came out, Xu Qing looked at her and asked with interest, "What did you want to call my father just now?"
"I don't know what to call him."
"That's my father, my father, my father … it means the same thing. You can call him uncle. If you see my mother … oh, my mother, my mother, you can call her auntie."
Xu Qing didn't know how to address people in the Tang Dynasty. Anyway, the words "father and mother" should be correct.
"Uncle, auntie."
Jiang He nodded, indicating that he remembered. He paused for a moment and asked, "Don't you want to practice martial arts?"
"Is there a shortcut to become a master quickly? Or is there a powerful skill? "
"There is no shortcut to practicing martial arts."
"…"
Xu Qing was disappointed. A few days ago, he tried to practice his stance, but he couldn't do it after five minutes. Two hours was really terrible.
In today's peaceful society, the cost-performance ratio of practicing martial arts was ridiculously low. It was useless except for showing off. If he injured someone, he would have to pay for it …
Practice martial arts? Practice my ass!
Suffering was for the enjoyment in the future. Suffering without any benefits should be a disease.
"Come and play games. We can talk about practicing martial arts later."
Learning to live was to start from the little things. When children were just sensible, they also began to come into contact with the world through games.
Although it was not quite the same as computer games, Xu Qing felt it was similar.
The tangram was a game, and so was the Three Swords. There was no difference.
The old man suddenly came over and stayed for a while. He still had to do what he had to do. Jiang He played the game under Xu Qing's guidance. Since the creation of the character, an afternoon had passed unknowingly.
If a person who appeared out of nowhere wanted to support himself, he could only think of a way through the fake network. Through the screen, not to mention an ancient person, even a cat that had become a demon would not know that it was using its claws to type on the keyboard.
"How do I make money from this?"
Jiang He asked while they were eating. She really couldn't understand where the money in this world came from.
Could it be that when everyone sat at home and watched the screen playing games, someone would give them food and drinks? It was too 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."
Faced with Jiang He's inquisitive eyes, Xu Qing did not choose to be perfunctory. He was mainly afraid that she would not have the motivation and would suspect that he was fooling her.
"This is an entertainment project. It means that when you are full and have nothing to do, you use it to pass the time, just like playing with crickets. Do you understand?"
"Yes, a game." Jiang He nodded to express her understanding.
"Then there are a lot of people, tens of thousands of people playing this game together. With so many people, there are bound to be some who don't have time to play. Not everyone is like me … oh, like you. They don't have time to play, so they pay idlers like you to play for them. "
"They don't have time to play, so they pay people to play for them?" Jiang He could not understand such a thing.
"Yes, I have already spent money to buy the game, and you still want me to spend time to play?" Xu Qing laughed, lowered his head to eat a mouthful of food, and stopped teasing her. He thought for a moment and said, "You are probably the equivalent of helping the landlord to raise crickets. When you are done raising them, they will directly take them to play. Do you understand now?"
After all, it was his first job that could barely be considered a job. He explained in detail, and Jiang He listened very seriously.
Being an internet addict was better than running out in the middle of the night and pretending to be a ghost to scare people. This was the thought that Xu Qing had.
As for the future … he had to understand how to live first before he could talk about the future.
After dinner, Jiang He continued to explore the world of the game, and Xu Qing turned on the newly bought television to watch the news broadcast.
White Gourd was also very full. He walked around the room lazily as if he was patrolling his territory. Finally, he stopped in front of the sofa and looked at the two of them. He hesitated for a moment, then jumped onto Jiang He's lap and lay down.
At night, the city was lit up with thousands of lights, and each light represented a different life.
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