Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

The system thought that Zhang Ruixuan would continue working for points, but unexpectedly, his words had the opposite effect. Zhang Ruixuan stopped packing her breasts and clothes, and spread all the things on the floor, and ran straight to the bed. lie……

[You didn’t get those points lying down! 】

The system thought that Zhang Ruixuan would be mistaken, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this was not the case at all. There is no hard-to-get drama, Zhang Ruixuan is just showing off!

[Aren’t you hungry when you lie down like this? 】

I thought that Zhang Ruixuan would respond even half a sentence because of his stimulation, but the system miscalculated again. Zhang Ruixuan didn't say anything, he just lay there, motionless, as calm as if he was dead.

Time passed by, and Zhang Ruixuan had no intention of moving, the light was not turned on, no one was sleeping, and the mobile phone was not moved - he stared blankly at the area above his head, as if he could do it quietly like this. Look at the flowers.

"I'm packing my grandpa's belongings, why are you broadcasting it live without permission?" Zhang Ruixuan spoke to himself without knowing how much time had passed, regardless of whether the system was listening to him or not, "Don't you know this is personal privacy?"

[When the simulation is over, they won’t remember it. 】

Zhang Ruixuan continued to lean on the bed as if he had not heard the system's explanation. In fact, what Zhang Ruixuan cares about is not that the memories of himself and his grandfather are seen by others. There is no need for such selfishness.

But Zhang Ruixuan was afraid that those who had lied to Grandpa were having fun. Although this idea seems absurd to Zhang Ruixuan himself, Zhang Ruixuan no longer wants to live for points. After working for so long, he also wants to take a good rest.

If this continues, the system will doubt that Zhang Ruixuan really has the courage to lie down until death - Zhang Ruixuan has not inherited Mr. Zhang's stubborn temper at all.

[Host, publish system task: Find the most valuable piece of grandpa’s relics]

"Hey, I forgot that you are still a system and can issue small tasks other than the main tasks!"

This system is really effective, Zhang Ruixuan opened his mouth with a strange expression.

[Host, the reward for completing the task is 2000 points, and there is no penalty for failure of the task]

"Oh." Zhang Ruixuan, who had just sat up, lay back down again, "Good night."

Seeing Zhang Ruixuan's reaction, the system knew that it had miscalculated again.

When points are no longer the only thing on Zhang Ruixuan's mind, no matter whether the system threatens or induces him, there is nothing that can shake Zhang Ruixuan's mind...

It was getting later, and Zhang Ruixuan was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, so he picked up his mobile phone and started to turn over.

"Hello, 3, 2, 1! Yes, you are right, this is our..."

I scrolled through a few videos, and they were all in various languages, culture, and music, but I couldn’t see the ones with Chinese culture.

The video on the phone made Zhang Ruixuan a little confused. Just thinking about what happened to him, he really couldn't be considered a hero in the world. Who knows how many people in this society are in contact with the 'system'?

While scrolling, Zhang Ruixuan came across another video titled "Why are the Chinese so stupid?" He rolled his eyes and was about to flip over it when Zhang Ruixuan was suddenly attracted by the second sentence of the video.

"With the most primitive writing and the most primitive civilization, although China has the same technological development as the world, the people seem to have become primitive people overnight."

"Chopsticks from South Korea, opera from Japan, and Spring Festival from the Philippines have now become outstanding works on the list of representative works of the intangible cultural heritage of mankind."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhang Ruixuan jumped up from the bed and suddenly cursed, "Secretly, I stole everything... I really regarded it as my own!"

"I think you deserve it. If you don't know how to protect yourself, then someone else will protect you..." As he spoke, Zhang Ruixuan suddenly felt guilty.

There have been marketing accounts that promoted a series of "appalling" propaganda such as the confiscation of Spring Festival couplets, Chinese medicine being added to the World Heritage List by South Korea, and chopsticks being added to the World Heritage list by Japan.

So much so that Zhang Ruixuan has been pouring cold water on the indignant netizens in the comment area - he doesn't know how to take it seriously, and it will be gone in the future, so he might as well let others apply for good protection.

But now that he thinks about what Sister Tang and Ding Xuan said in the museum, Zhang Ruixuan also realizes how far he was led astray by the marketing account's propaganda...

What's more, in the eyes of the world now, the intangible cultural heritage belonging to other countries is ultimately because he made all the intangible cultural heritage disappear from the world.

"Did you mess with the system?" Zhang Ruixuan stood up. His eyes were a little dark because he hadn't eaten for a day. He moved so hard that he almost fell to the ground. "Do you think it's fun to play with others like this?"

[Was this originally given to you as a reward... Who would have known that you would have ruined it immediately? Otherwise, you don’t have to worry about foreign intangible cultural heritage. Wouldn’t it save you trouble? 】

This matter is really not an excuse for the system to make an excuse for itself. It was not easy for Zhang Ruixuan to restore the domestic intangible cultural heritage, let alone the foreign intangible cultural heritage that he didn't understand at all?

Even though it is the common heritage of mankind, as Zhang Ruixuan said, this system is inseparable from the courtyard house - selfishly speaking, the system hopes that Zhang Ruixuan will put his limited experience into understanding the treasures of his own culture first.

"I believe you for now."

It's one thing for Zhang Ruixuan to believe what the system says, but it's another thing to continue to be led by the system.

After thinking about it, Zhang Ruixuan has now thought about it. Everything in this world is simulated. If you die once, there will be a second time. If you stay here and do nothing, there will be no harm to others. Why bother forcing yourself to be like the third grandson, jumping up and down, and being looked at by the system? Monkey playing?

When he spread himself out on the bed again, Zhang Ruixuan realized that being hungry would not last long after all. Even if he had integrity in the system, he would starve to death. It would be the outsiders who would see the joke, but he would be the one who would suffer...

Standing up again, Zhang Ruixuan first called Zhang's mother, awakened her mother's memory with the old routine, and then gave her mother some instructions.

"Boom boom boom!"

As the door of the courtyard was clicked, Zhang Ruixuan knew: the day had come for him to escape from the control of the system!

"You damn kid, even if the sky falls, you can't throw away all the good things!" As soon as Zhang's mother entered the door, she scolded her head and face, "I don't know what's going on in your head every day. What!"

"Also, what about the system being unsystematic? Are you confused? In this summer, you won't suffer from heatstroke if you stay at home... Besides, I never told you to have some supplies at home. Huoxiang Zhengqi? Aren't you just looking for a doctor when you're not sick?"

After explaining everything exactly, Mother Zhang finally believed it. It's not that this thing isn't bizarre enough, Zhang's mother has never read any online articles about the system. She simply feels that her son doesn't have the brains to come up with such a logical story.

"I think you deserve it. Why are you looking for trouble if you don't have nothing to do?"

Having said this, Zhang's mother still chose to obey her son's wishes, and took the latter to clean up the courtyard and take the people back to her home.

"What kind of mess have you tidied up?" Looking at the penthouse, which was better off than not tidied up, Mother Zhang felt that one was bigger than the other, "Why are you putting all the useful and useless things together?"

"Tell me, what are you doing with all the stuff in this box?" The box was full of all kinds of knickknacks all over the floor. Zhang Ruixuan's tidying up made Zhang's mother not sure where to start. .

"I didn't think it would be my grandma's things in here, I thought..."

"What do you think?"

Mother Zhang's eyes were rolling to the sky, and she pointed at the dossier box with only a corner sticking out of another cardboard box. It was red and decorated with snails, and it was very dazzling even in the weak light.

"This is called the dowry box. This is the jewelry box for putting cosmetics. The holding box is usually used to hold things like dried fruits." Mother Zhang really didn't expect that her son would be so big. You have to teach yourself how to do things.

"You can understand that your grandpa is too rich. Others use old biscuit boxes to store sundries. Your grandpa uses lacquerware boxes to store them... If your grandpa hadn't treated you like a treasure, he wouldn't have taken such a good thing and put it away. You were so shabby when you were a kid!"

Looking at her son's unreliable virtue, Zhang's mother was also reflecting on herself. Over the years, had she only thought about getting Zhang Ruixuan to study and work, but she had forgotten to cultivate the ability to understand hands and be attentive.

"Mom, can you stop mumbling? The system will hear it by then."

"Hey, you know what you are doing is embarrassing?" Zhang's mother doesn't think there is anything wrong with this kind of thing. The saying of 'training a child in person' has been around since ancient times. Zhang Ruixuan is thirty and forty. Well, as long as he is still her son, there is nothing wrong with him!

Knowing that he couldn't compete with his mother, Zhang Ruixuan simply shut up obediently, squatted down and followed Zhang's mother to put all the things he had taken out back into the box.

"If you had told me earlier, wouldn't it be okay if I asked your dad to drive?" Looking around, Mother Zhang took a look at the several big boxes in the house, "If you plan to carry it by yourself, you will have to struggle all the time. It’s never finished!”

"You don't need this box."

Mother Zhang was referring to a box of New Year decorations. Mr. Zhang was still very particular when he was alive. He had to prepare various New Year's goods such as lanterns and window grilles in advance every year.

But before these New Year goods were used, Mr. Zhang passed away on a dim winter morning, unable to live another lively New Year...

Looking at the pile of debris in front of her, Zhang's mother was also reviewing her and her husband's actions in the past few years.

It's just that this person has passed away. No matter how much regret he has, there is no place to buy this regret medicine. The memories left behind are eternal, and the regrets left behind are naturally also eternal.

"Mom, why don't we leave first." Zhang Ruixuan didn't know if the system had secretly started the live broadcast again, but one thing was certain: it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

A brightly colored paper tape consisting of red, yellow, pink, blue and green appeared on the damaged corner of the carton. Zhang Ruixuan didn't notice it, so he picked it up and moved it aside.

"Click!" It turned out that there were two wooden sticks under the colorful paper tape. Because of Zhang Ruixuan's frizzy hair, they now slipped through the cracks in the cardboard box and fell to the ground.

When Zhang Ruixuan saw it, he didn't dare to step forward and pick it up - if it was really valuable, I'm afraid he would be chased and beaten all over the courtyard like before!

Thinking about it now, Zhang Ruixuan seems to still be able to feel the pain.

"Don't you know how to pick things up if they fall on the floor? Why are you like your dad, who doesn't hold the oil bottle when it falls?"

Picking up the turned flower on the ground, Mother Zhang pointed it and asked Zhang Ruixuan if he knew what it was and how it could be used to play with it: "Hey, I haven't played with it for many years, but I remember that I could turn it into a lantern. , translated into something..."

Children of Zhang Ruixuan's age don't seem to have any impression of playing tricks. They only watch videos on the Internet, thinking it is a girl's thing.

"This thing is not common now, so you should keep it away." Mother Zhang put the things in her hand on the top layer of the cardboard box, and did not forget to say a few words, "The ones your grandfather collected are enough. Let’s open a museum!”

Speaking of the museum, Zhang Ruixuan's bad memories came to mind again. He opened his mouth, and in the end there was only one extremely perfunctory word left: "Oh."

"If you don't want to live there anymore, then turn this place into a folk custom or taste museum. You don't need to charge admission. Many people will probably be willing to come and look for these things they saw when they were young."

Mother Zhang seemed to be very interested in these objects that could evoke her own memories. She picked up the noodles and turned them over, and saw a long rubber band.

"Children at your time were brought to school to play with rope swings. Even girls, no one knew how to play jumping rubber bands. We were very good at playing this game at that time. It was accompanied by nursery rhymes, Jane Something simple can make your day happy.”

In Zhang's mother's mind, the times are changing so fast that not only she can't keep up, but it seems that her son is sometimes just pushed along by the tide of the times.

"This courtyard should be repaired. The areas that need to be painted, and the paintings, the colors are no longer so bright as time goes by..." Zhang's mother also grew up in a courtyard when her son was born. For these old buildings, He has his own feelings, "Nowadays there are more high-rise buildings, but I still think this kind of house is good, grounded, and good for people's health."

But just as Zhang's mother thought, times are changing. The formation of courtyard houses is in response to the environmental fate of Beijing. Today's high-rise buildings are also due to the dense population and complicated transportation in Beijing.

"Look at this building, it hasn't collapsed in hundreds of years!"

No matter what Zhang's mother said, there was only one thing in Zhang Ruixuan's mind right now, and that was to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

No matter what his mother planned to do, Zhang Ruixuan ran outside the courtyard to hide for a while.

Perhaps because June without air conditioning is really annoying, Zhang Ruixuan really responded to his mother's words of "heatstroke". In a flash, the scenery in front of him was intertwined, and the originally lush scenery turned into a desert in an instant...