Preface Looking back on it's been a hundred years 1

The onlookers on the street all showed disgust, a pair of angry eyes staring at him as if they were about to spit out fire, as well as a happy tone of disaster and sarcastic voices, as well as self-evident rejection and hatred...

Everything is really around Li Xiang, who is dressed in the city control suit, and he is tossed in a nightmare like a horse lantern. He wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape. He was surrounded by onlookers.

Li Xiang was still struggling desperately in the nightmare, and his body trembling violently as if the wind was blowing, and his sweat soaked his robe again. A pair of dirty little hands put a gaping sea bowl of water to his mouth and barely fed it a few mouthfuls. Then, the extra water overflowed into the collar along the corners of his mouth. These little hands hurriedly helped him wipe the water stains that flowed into his collar.

Amitabha. You must come back to life. If you die, I will save you for nothing. This covered-faced beggar teenager did not forget to pray to the Buddha, and his voice was soft and tender. If Li wants to wake up, he will definitely kick away this sissy.

An old beggar took the bowl from the beggar's hand and sighed, "A Shui, this won't work. Don't be too sad. This is his life and ours. Looking at his original dress, he must be the prince of a rich and noble family. At the beginning, he thought he had a treasure in the Ejiang River. If we can save life, we will definitely get a lot of benefits. Like him..." Seeing the little beggar's frighteningly blue face, the rest of the old beggar's words could only swallow back into his stomach, shaking his head and staggering away.

The old beggar squatted by the fire and picked up a burning stick to play with it casually. The flames seemed to be sighing at their fate and involuntary fate.

The spring is cold, and the Liu family's broken temple, which is full of wind, can't shelter from the wind and rain at all. Several beggars all gathered around the fire to keep warm. They were quiet, and they didn't even want to waste their strength to speak.

This year is the Qing Dynasty. In the 32nd year of Guangxu, in the spring, there have been heavy rains and floods in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River since the beginning of spring. The disaster in the Huguang area is very serious, and the people fled everywhere.

At this moment, most of the beggars gathered in the ruined temple of the Liu family in Hankou are exiled victims. At this same moment, Li Xiang, who has been in a coma for many days in the broken temple of the Liu family, is still endlessly doing the nightmare of being an urban management in the heavenly dynasty. He doesn't know that he has been going against the current for a hundred years.

"What are you talking about?" Li wanted to hear the conversation between the old beggar and the little beggar in a trance, and slowly woke up from the endless drowsiness and nightmares. But as soon as he recovered, the pain from his body seemed to be as intense as being tortured by Ling Chi, which made him take two breaths of cold air and almost fell into a coma.

Suddenly, the first thing that came to mind was everything that haunted him in the nightmare. He suddenly became awe-inspiring and forgot all the pain and discomfort in an instant. Everything in this nightmare really happened around him, related to disgust, sarcasm, exclusion, and even hatred, all because he is the urban management, the biggest joke department about the Celestial Empire.

"I'm an urban manager... What's the matter? I don't have **, killing, set fire... Why do you look down on me?" The corners of Li's mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't speak. Lifting up all his strength, he only barely opened his eyes. On his head was a leaky roof with a few bright stars, and a round drop of water fell on his forehead, turning into broken jade. The fire on the ground was bright, and he felt dizzy again.

"Where is this again?" Li thought was still dizzy, and there was a trace of confusion and doubt in his heart. It took a long time to see that he was in a dilapided temple. This shabby temple is full of ancient flavor, and there is a taste precipitated by culture. He can't help but think about it.

He calmed down and thought of the days when he was an urban manager. All the negative emotions that human beings could have, such as disgust, ridicule, anger, rejection, hatred... appeared on the faces of his familiar people and strangers, like high-definition film scrolls, passing through his mind, and finally fixed in a fresh river. The beautiful woman of Zhu Yunxia, above the look of contempt...

His heart is cut like a knife. Although he wanted to have an iron rice bowl in order to sneak into the celestial system at that time, he was really willing to be an urban management wholeheartedly. Now he regrets and can't extricate himself... After all, he is an iron rice bowl... But he can't care about anyone's opinion of him, only for her.

Alas! As an urban manager, the pear is really big.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The mind was fiercely turbulent, and the violent choking cough came out of the throat, and the chest hall also fluctuated like a bellows. Large groups of cold air sucked into the lungs and slowly cooled the turbulent mind.

The little beggar was scooping something from the broken clay pot on the fire with a bamboo spoon, and the other beggars all stretched out their necks to look at him. When they heard the sound behind them, they all turned around. The little beggar jumped up in surprise, threw down the spoon and rushed over, and shouted incoherently, "Wake up? I... I thought you would never..."

Who is it? Li wanted to look at the strange little beggar stupidly. He couldn't figure out what was going on now. When I woke up, strange people, strange places, everything was so strange. At this moment, I recall carefully, and the cause and effect are intermittent. How did you get here? Where was it before you came here? I have no impression at all. The brain runs at an unprecedented high speed, like an overloaded CPU. If you think about it for too long, your brain can't help but feel pain.

He held his forehead with one hand and struggled to sit up. The little beggar immediately came forward to help him. He looked carefully at the little beggar in front of him with a squint. The little beggar looked at him with great concern, but he really didn't know the little beggar.

Li Xiang's muscles and bones all over his body are sore and painful. He slowly moved his hands and feet and found that he did not hurt his muscles and bones. It is estimated that he has been lying down for too long and lacks exercise.

"What is this place?"

"Liu Family Temple." The old beggar who has been paying attention to the noise here by the fire rushed to answer.

Li wanted to hear the sound and look over before he noticed their existence. Several little beggars next to the old beggar looked into his eyes and quickly nodded and echoed.

Liujia Temple? This place name is really popular and popular, and Li Xiang is both familiar and unfamiliar. Li Xiang looked at the little beggar named Ah Shui who supported him with an idiotic face.

Ah Shui also nodded and said with a smile, "It's Liu Jiamiao. Hankou, Liujia Temple. We used to call this broken temple Liujia Temple, but it was actually called Xinglong Temple.

"Hankou?" As the little beggar nagging, Li Xiang couldn't help repeating this very old name, which is rarely used now. His mind is even more confused, and he still looks like an idiot.

The old beggar couldn't help interrupting, "I don't know about Liu Jiamiao. Have you heard of Liu Jiamiao Station?"

Li Xiang still shook his head with an idiotic face.

A little bean sprout-like beggar next to the old beggar also interrupted, "The official family calls it Jiang'an Railway Station."

"Oh." Li wanted to suddenly realize that he was in Wuhan, and he was familiar with this place.

The old beggars and the little beggars also nodded with a sudden realization, saying that of course he did not know the Liu Family Temple. He, a person who came back from abroad, was either rich or noble. How could he know the Liu Family Temple, which is called by the people? As soon as you call him, you will understand. This is more firm in their previous guess. They have got a treasure in the Ejiang River. The young man in this dress is rich or noble. They saved the life of this fake foreigner. Will this fake foreigner always have a little reward?

Li wants to look left and right. He is familiar with this place, but when he looks at it, the more he looks at it, the more unfamiliar he becomes. He can be sure that there is no Xinglong Temple at the Jiang'an Railway Station, no such shabby temple, and no shabby beggars like them. Li wants to look more and more ugly. They are playing grandpa!

Li Xiang shouted, "Fuck! How can there be such a broken place in Wuhan! Bully Grandpa!"

Li Xiang drank this. He really had the prestige of being an old man. The old beggar was very servile and seemed to be reflexive and immediately nodded and bowed. He smiled and said, "Sir, how dare we bully you! At the Jiang'an Railway Station built by Zhang Nanpi in the 24th year of Guangxu, Yuan Shikai also went south to cut the ribbon as an imperial envoy, which is only eight years old.

Li Xiang's angry scolding made the beggars believe that Li Xiang's identity was extraordinary, and he must have picked up the treasure and was more polite and charming to Li Xiang.

"Twenty-four years of Guangxu?" Li thought it was very funny. This group of people are mentally ill. There are still people who remember things like this in the 21st century.

Li Xiang's self-spoken old beggar knows little about it, but Hankou, a metropolis with a large city of Huayang, still has a little insight. We ordinary people have always been like this. You are a master who has drunk foreign ink. Naturally, you have to use the Western era.

Li wants to laugh or cry. He is an authentic dog. When did he drink foreign ink? Why is he so sure? He waved his hand as if to drive away mosquitoes and said, "What and what? What age is this?"

The little beggar A Shui answered crisply in his ear, "Master Hui, it's thirty-two years of Guangxu now."

Li wanted to look at him with a smile, but his smile froze when he thought about it. Now it's the 32nd year of Guangxu. This sentence really scared Li Xiang. He found that his whole body seemed to have been touched by a martial arts master, and he could not move at all. He opened his mouth and only spit out a few syllables in his throat, and he looked very idiotic.

The previous prank reappeared in front of him. Li Xiang suddenly understood and suddenly realized it. Someone tricked him and played with the most popular time travel! Yi Ye's IQ can make them really believe that they have traveled through time in a few words? OK! I'm worthy of you to play a time-travel show to see who is playing me!

At this time, it was all dark, and there was wind and rain outside, and there were floods.

Li Xiang also snuggled up by the fire, a little cold. He slowly drank a bowl of porridge sent by Ah Shui. He was already hungry and couldn't taste good or bad. He drank the hot porridge. He was not full yet. He saw that a few beggars were still slowly drinking a bowl of extremely thin rice porridge. There was a little dry goods that Ah Shui had fished for him in his bowl, but their bowls were really hopeful. Ah Shui looked at Li's endless mouth and pushed half of his bowl of porridge. Li wanted to see it and continue. He stretched out his hand and pushed it back. If he drank it, the little beggar would be hungry tonight. Even if he knew that this was a real-life show, he couldn't bear it.

The old beggar sat aside and roasted the fire. While drinking porridge, he said to Li Xiang, "Master, you are really a great blessing. You are really hard. When Ejiang brought you up, we all thought you were not saved. Ah Shui didn't give up and took care of you all the time. I didn't want you to come back to life.

Li Xiang didn't say anything and looked at Ah Shui cooperatively. Although the little beggar's head is dirty, he can still see the beautiful outline of his face. He is a little sissy and speaks a little sissy... Li Xiang really commented on him like this.

The old beggar looked up at the dark sky again, and he said to the waterway worriedly: "A day has passed. How much money did you get today? Boss Jin should come to collect the money again. Don't make him angry for no reason!"

A Shui bowed his head and said nothing. In order to take care of Li Xiang, he didn't ask for much money at all. It was inevitable to be beaten and scolded when he handed over.

(To supplement the prologue, some people always say that the beginning is inexplicable, but now the cause and effect are finally perfect.)