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After Xu Zhengyang ascended to the divine throne and became the only immortal in the world, he was like a crab wearing golden armor that crawled out of the ditch, raising its pincers and holding its head high, running rampant without restraint...
Volume 1 Land Chapter 001 The attack went astray
It was just past noon, the hottest time of the day.
Not a single cloud was visible in the sky. The scorching sun hung alone high in the air, angrily blazing, baking the dirt road until it gleamed with a blinding white light. The trees and weeds were all wilted under the blazing sun, drooping listlessly.
The sweltering heat made everyone feel drowsy, so in the afternoon, everyone would crawl indoors, lie on a bamboo mat, and enjoy the cool comfort brought by the electric fan or air conditioner, taking a nice afternoon nap. Only the cicadas hiding among the tree branches were energetically making noise, disturbing everyone's peace of mind.
"Time to switch to Xiaomi'er..."
A loud cry of a vendor suddenly rang out over Zhugezhuang, carrying a certain charm and lingering melodies. It startled all the cicadas in the village, who fell silent and cautiously surveyed their surroundings.
Under the old locust tree beside the main crossroads in the village, a young man wearing shorts and a vest, with a buzz cut, stood with one foot on a stone bench and the other on the ground. He shouted a few times with a spirited but slightly mischievous grin, then sat back down on the bench, leaning against the old locust tree trunk, and lit a cigarette. Even after just a couple of shouts in the sweltering heat, the young man was covered in sweat as if he had just taken a shower; clear wet patches were visible on his shorts and vest.
Behind the old locust tree, against the wall, leaned a dilapidated old bicycle. Two sacks of corn were draped on the back rack, with a small half-sack of millet tightly tied on top. A scale was tied to the crossbar of the bicycle, and a weight and a plastic water bottle were hanging from the handlebars.
Obviously, no one will come out to exchange the millet during this hottest time of day.
He shouted a few times simply because he was bored.
You see, during this afternoon period, he had to endure the sweltering heat with extreme boredom, waiting for the sun's intensity to subside and people to wake up from their afternoon nap before he could continue his business, exchange the remaining millet, and then go home satisfied. For him, exchanging the remaining twenty jin of millet meant earning an extra three yuan, enough to buy two bottles of ice-cold beer, or a bottle of ice-cold beer and a pack of cigarettes…
Oh, speaking of which, let me give you a brief introduction: The young man who changed Xiaomi'er is named Xu Zhengyang, and he is twenty-one years old this year.
A few years ago, after graduating from junior high school, Xu Zhengyang didn't continue his studies. Instead, he and a few other guys from the village who also didn't go to school spent their days aimlessly, occasionally going out to do odd jobs to earn some money. Of course, they were mostly just playing around, and when they did work, they were only sporadic and didn't earn much.
Xu Zhengyang's family was considered indebted in the village, so after drifting aimlessly for a few years, he finally came to his senses and developed a bit of responsibility. That's why, starting last year, he began a small business exchanging millet for grain. Although he didn't earn a lot of money, he could still make six or seven hundred yuan a month by working hard, which was more than what his fellow construction workers earned, and it was also easier and more flexible.
At this point, you might think that Xu Zhengyang is nothing special, just an ordinary young man from the countryside.
That's true. He's just an ordinary person with no outstanding qualities or extraordinary abilities. He's of average intelligence and looks. He gets drunk and vomits, and he gets hurt when he's beaten... But then again, honestly, how many young people would be willing to put aside their pride and ride a beat-up bicycle to do small-scale street vending? Besides, every village in the surrounding area has Xu Zhengyang's classmates from junior high, especially the girls... Now you should understand something, right?
So, among Xu Zhengyang's friends, apart from those who were still in school, the others would rather work themselves to the bone as laborers on a construction team than risk their faces, which were actually not worth much, to do this kind of small business of hawking goods on the streets. They felt ashamed and embarrassed.
Xu Zhengyang's attitude was completely different. In his words, "I don't steal or rob, I earn money honestly, what's shameful about that? Besides, I'd rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond. I'm a boss, after all..."
The words may be crude, but the principle is sound. Any adult would be tempted to give a thumbs up and praise this young man for his ambition and potential. Some women have even privately considered marrying their daughters to Xu Zhengyang, firmly believing he will be successful in the future.
But how many young people can understand this?
So when Xu Zhengyang's classmates from his time at the rural high school saw him hawking his wares on the street in their respective villages, aside from polite greetings, most of them felt a bit disdainful, thinking that Xu Zhengyang was really shameless, doing this kind of business? He'd never amount to anything...
Enough with the small talk, let's get back to the main topic.
On this sweltering day, the streets were deserted, and Xu Zhengyang's business was temporarily out of the question. So, bored and somewhat mischievous, he shouted a few times, disturbing others' afternoon naps, but his boredom only intensified. He had planned to finish a cigarette and take a nap against a tree trunk, but the heat was unbearable; even the stone bench beneath him felt like it was being steamed alive.
Xu Zhengyang reluctantly stood up, letting his backside get some fresh air. He squinted through the dense foliage and looked up at the sky, muttering, "Damn heavens, it's so hot..."
Whether it was the heavens in the dark who were angry at Xu Zhengyang's cursing, a rumbling thunder came from the west just as he finished muttering his curses.
Xu Zhengyang raised his hand to shield his forehead and looked westward. An anxious look immediately appeared on his face. He spat and cursed, "Damn it, it's going to rain!"
Dark, gloomy clouds rose up on the western horizon, churning and rapidly swallowing up the clear sky.
Xu Zhengyang hurriedly jumped to the bicycle, grabbed the handlebars, turned around, and rode off towards the east of the village.
The biggest problem in this grain-barter business is rainy days. It's not so bad if you get soaked, but if the grain gets wet, it takes several days of hard work to dry it before you can sell it.
Xu Zhengyang's village is called Shuanghe Village, which is about eight or nine miles away from Zhugezhuang. It's not far, but the road conditions are bad. Most of it is a bumpy dirt road. In addition, he was carrying 180 or 190 pounds of grain on the back of the vehicle. It would take at least half an hour to get home.
Summer thunderstorms come particularly quickly. One moment the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, and the next moment the wind rises, clouds surge, lightning flashes, thunder roars, and torrential rain pours down.
So Xu Zhengyang kept chanting in his mind, "God, don't worry, please don't worry, give me half an hour. By then, I won't care if it rains knives or not..."
Unfortunately, he knew that God wouldn't slow down the rain just because he kept nagging.
So all the way, Xu Zhengyang was sweating profusely, pedaling his bicycle with all his might, racing against the dark clouds that were rapidly swallowing up the clear sky behind him. The rumbling thunder behind him kept ringing out, making him feel like an animal pulling a cart, with the watchman cracking his whip and whistling loudly to urge him to run faster.
In the distance, he could already see the houses on the edge of the village, but Xu Zhengyang couldn't relax. The dark clouds in the sky finally surpassed him, swallowing the entire sky and making the world suddenly dark and gloomy.
The thunder grew louder, like a large firecracker exploding in the sky directly overhead, deafeningly loud.
The lightning, like a serpent, darted and weaved through the dark clouds, displaying the power of nature and awe-inspiring all the tiny creatures in the world…
A few raindrops landed on Xu Zhengyang's face, reminding him that a downpour was about to begin.
"Damn it, wait a minute! Can't you wait two more minutes?"
Xu Zhengyang grew anxious and pedaled even faster.
When he was still more than a hundred meters from the village entrance, Xu Zhengyang rode his bicycle to the entrance of the local earth god temple by the roadside. Although he had reached the village entrance, his home was at the east end of the village, still about four or five hundred meters away. And with the heavy rain threatening to start at any moment, he would probably be soaked to the bone before he got home. But that wasn't the main concern; the grain loaded on the back of his bicycle was the real priority!
Sure enough, just as Xu Zhengyang pushed his bicycle into the earth god temple, a torrential downpour began to pour down from the sky.
Xu Zhengyang leaned his bicycle against the wall where the white plaster had long since peeled off, panting heavily. He reached out and patted the grain sacks on the back rack of the bicycle, finding that not many raindrops had fallen, and his h
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