Chapter 2 Fat is your ID card

Chapter 001 Fat is the ID card

"Lao Cheng, this project is urgent, so you need to work overtime!"

"Lao Cheng, someone needs to keep an eye on Handong's side. No one else can leave. You go there!"

"Lao Cheng, the final payment from Nan'an Company has been delayed for too long, you go and urge it..."

"Old Cheng..."

…

Lao Cheng is actually not old, he has just passed the age of thirty-five. His real name is Cheng Shijie, and he is a middle-level cadre of Hansteel Group. It is not because the leader thinks highly of him, but because he is a middle-aged man who is easy to bully.

.

Cheng Shijie has worked at Hansteel Group for fifteen years, always working hard and doing the hardest and most tiring work...

Cheng Shijie's leader killed him because his life was too stressful. He had two children at home, a son and a daughter. His son Cheng Jialong was eleven years old, and his daughter Cheng Jiayue was only four years old. However, Cheng Jiayue was born frail and sick and was often hospitalized.

In order to take care of their daughter, Cheng Shijie's wife had to quit her job and take care of the baby full-time. The living expenses of his family of four fell on Cheng Shijie.

Faced with this situation, Cheng Shijie had no better way. His first education was only a college degree. He couldn't find a better job even if he wanted to change jobs, so he could only endure the pressure.

…

"Shijie, do you need to work overtime today?"

Cheng Shijie received a call from his wife Xiang Hui. He then remembered that today is his daughter Cheng Jiayue's fourth birthday. Cheng Shijie stretched his body and saw that there was no one else in the company. Then he smiled and said: "No need to work overtime, I ordered a cake."

, go back right away and let’s have dinner together!”

Cheng Shijie packed up his belongings, turned off the computer, went to the carport downstairs of the company, and rode his electric bicycle. He rode the electric bicycle to the cake room and took away the twelve-inch cake he ordered.

When he came to the delicatessen, Cheng Shijie bought a roast chicken, a few chicken wings, and some pork head meat. He also bought a bottle of Erguotou, ready to indulge in luxury.

Cheng Shijie lives in the family home of Hansteel Group. This family home was built older than Cheng Shijie and has a history of more than 40 years.

In an old family home, the various infrastructures can no longer keep up. All the people with similar conditions have moved out, and the place is almost two-thirds empty.

When he came to the door of the unit building, the corridor was dark. He stamped his feet vigorously, but the voice-activated light did not respond at all. He had to take out his mobile phone and illuminate the corridor.

When he walked to the door of his house, Cheng Shijie took out his keys.

"Danglanglang..."

The sound of a one-yuan coin rolling down sounded, and Cheng Shijie hurriedly used his mobile phone to look in the direction of the falling coin...

If it were other people, a dollar would be lost, but for Cheng Shijie, this dollar was different. It could buy half a bag of salt, or two steamed buns, or half a sausage for his daughter.

The coin rolled downstairs, and when Cheng Shijie picked it up, he found that the door to the room on the second floor was open, and there was a faint light inside.

Cheng Shijie's neighbor moved away more than three years ago. There is no one in the house and the door has never been locked. Cheng Shijie will put the rags he picks up inside and save a certain amount before selling them.

"Why is there electricity? The electricity in this room has been out for a long time? It's not like some naughty child is playing with fire in there!"

Thinking of this, Cheng Shijie gently opened the door.

This is the same layout as Cheng Shijie's home, with two rooms and one living room. Open the door to the living room. There is no one in the living room and no lights are turned on, but there is a ball of light.

This group of light is like a huge white balloon, like substance, floating in the air without moving up or down.

Cheng Shijie was shocked when he saw this scene.

"What the hell!"

However, the white light drifted towards Cheng Shijie.

Cheng Shijie stepped back step by step.

The white light became more dazzling, as if it was like the sun, making it impossible to look directly.

Cheng Shijie quickly closed his eyes.

White light surrounded Cheng Shijie. He groped for the direction of the door, finally grasped the door handle, and pulled the door open with all his strength.

…

This was an unfamiliar environment, but it made Cheng Shijie's heart feel cold.

It was daytime before his eyes, and he appeared on a rammed dirt road.

In the distance is a majestic city. It is still raining lightly in the sky, and pedestrians wearing raincoats are walking with difficulty.

Although many people want to time travel these days, Cheng Shijie doesn't want to, even if his life is not easy, because time travel means that he has to abandon his wife, his son, and his daughter.

Although his wife was not pretty, his son was naughty and his daughter was sick, but Cheng Shijie knew that without him, his wife, son and daughter would have an extremely difficult life.

While Cheng Shijie was thinking about it, several soldiers wearing worn-out mandarin duck jackets walked toward Cheng Shijie with long spears and waist knives.

In the eyes of these soldiers and passers-by, Cheng Shijie not only dressed up in different clothes, but was completely different from Ming Dynasty. More importantly, his body hair and skin, inherited from his parents, were indestructible to Ming Dynasty. This thing really seemed very weird.

Five soldiers surrounded Cheng Shijie. When he reacted and was about to run, an archer in the distance had already raised his bow and pointed his rusty arrowhead at him.

As a middle-aged fat man, he couldn't outrun these thin soldiers even if he wanted to.

"stop!"

Cheng Shijie raised his hands holding roast chicken and cake: "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand."

At this time, a soldier clearly smelled the aroma of meat in Cheng Shijie's hand. He sniffed vigorously, stretched out his big black hand, and was about to grab Cheng Shijie's handbag.

"You don't want to die!"

An old soldier stretched out his hand to stop the young soldier and said in a low voice.

The old soldier was well-informed. Although Cheng Shijie was dressed in strange clothes, he was about five feet eight inches tall, a full head taller than other soldiers, and weighed at least 240 kilograms. More importantly, Cheng Shijie's hands were neither

The cocoon is not rough either, and it is obvious that he is a noble person who has never done any work.

Although Cheng Shijie's clothes are weird, the texture is cotton.

The finest pine brocade cotton costs one hundred taels of silver per piece, while silk costs six taels of silver. His clothes are worth the combined net worth of the five of them.

There are also boots (actually sneakers), which are not something ordinary people can wear.

The old soldier saw that Cheng Shijie was covered in fat, which was an obvious characteristic of a wealthy family. In these days of natural and man-made disasters, most small and medium-sized landowners were as thin as monkeys. Besides, Cheng Shijie's skin was more delicate than that of women, not like that of Xiyi.

, although some Western Yi people have white skin.

Although the skin of those Westerners looks white from a distance, it is extremely rough. They don't look like the noble man in front of me. He might be a layman who has believed in religion.

It is not easy to earn a living, so there is no need to offend people casually. The old soldier said with a smile on his face: "Is there a way for you, noble man?"

When several soldiers were muttering, Cheng Shijie actually realized that he had to live to slowly find his way home. If he died, Xiang Hui would definitely remarry, and his daughter and son would still be called

If other men are fathers, they will be like what is said in the joke.

"Sleeping with your wife, beating your baby, and spending the money you earn!"

Cheng Shijie has also read a lot of time-travel novels and similar movies and TV series, and he also understands the principle of good people being bullied, and good horses being ridiculed. The more scared you are, the more you will be bullied.

Cheng Shijie can be regarded as an old state-owned enterprise. He still has the ability to talk to people and tell ghosts. His eyes narrowed slightly: "What did you say? Lu Yin?"

The old soldier said with a smile on his face: "Your Excellency, you want to go to the city to visit friends?"

Cheng Shijie nodded slightly: "That's right!"

"My lord, please come inside!"

The old soldier led Cheng Shijie toward the city gate.

From a slightly closer distance, Cheng Shijie could clearly see the large characters engraved on the city gate tower - Dengzhou City.

Several soldiers followed Cheng Shijie, who slowly walked into the city gate.

When he passed the city gate, Cheng Shijie took out the roast chicken from his handbag and threw it directly to the old soldier: "I'll reward you!"

The old soldier was very agile. He took the roast chicken and said with joy on his face: "Thank you for the reward!"

Several other soldiers also bowed.

The commercial atmosphere in Dengzhou City is very strong. On both sides of the bluestone streets, there are various signboards, including restaurants, brothels, drug stores, medical clinics, gold and silver shops, pawn shops, tea shops, warehouses, inns, etc.

, at a glance, there is no end in sight.

However, there were very few pedestrians on the street, and Cheng Shijie, dressed in strange clothes, attracted everyone's attention.

At this time, Cheng Shijie also had a headache: "What should I do!"

Because of Cheng Shijie's fat body, no one dared to come up and embarrass him.

Before time travel, Cheng Shijie also thought, what would happen if I traveled to ancient times? He didn't have any ambitions in his heart, such as going back to ancient times to be an emperor, a rich man, a literary giant...

But after actually traveling through time, his reaction was a little confused.

Because it was raining, Cheng Shijie's clothes gradually got wet. It was not too cold, but the key was that it felt uncomfortable when it stuck to his body.

There are many open shops on the street, but the problem is that money is a hero's courage. Without money, Cheng Shijie really doesn't dare to go in.

I walked aimlessly like this for half an hour, and unknowingly came to the door of a house. The door was closed, but the door was very dry.

Cheng Shijie didn't think much and walked over directly, leaning on the threshold and thinking about countermeasures.
To be continued...