People Sign In At The Mountain Village Leisurely

Chapter 6 Surprise Traveling Through Time and Space

Liu Pingan’s last novel is already last year.

Participated in a certain essay event and entered the ranks of the top 100, um, does it sound a bit taller?

In fact, the total number of entries for that event seemed to be only three or four hundred.

Later, Liu Pingan was eliminated when one hundred into fifty, and because of the particularity of the event, he could only get all the books for free, and there was no chance to get full attendance on the shelves.

Even the printing fee and mailing fee of the contract were not earned back, and the loss was huge.

Liu Pingan didn’t hide this matter, anyway, he couldn’t talk about how big his face was in front of his wife, didn’t he just rush to the street again, the basic operation.

Of course, because she doesn’t know the ways of online writing, it is impossible to run the writer assistant app on his mobile phone to check the manuscript fee. He has to be rewarded for full attendance and completion of the book. There is no pressure at all.

She believes what he says.

If the system can continue to be used and it is still so magical, the small money should not be less, and the path may be a little problematic. In order to avoid unnecessary random thinking by people around, it should be a good excuse to open a new book and have good grades.

After all, the current full attendance is already 1500, and the rewards of the boss readers can be divided into, plus the subscription sales and the legendary copyright sales, the upper limit is quite high, and it is no problem to digest the system rewards.

Anyway, my mother and wife, including other relatives and friends, don’t know about online writing. The only brother-in-law who can be regarded as a reader is also confidently watching piracy.

Liu Pingan didn’t really need to open a new book. He pointed to “I am not a savage” or “Nomenclature of Night” on the new book list and said that it was an own work. My mother and wife would not be a little surprised.

Isn’t there a pen name or screen name?

It seems that small money laundering is quite simple?

The key is to have money to launder.

After coming out of his wife’s house, Liu Ping’an felt more and more miraculous as he thought about it. After all, money laundering was a long way away from him. Now it seems that he is within reach?

It’s very tiring to live, but as long as you live, you may see surprises.

I went to the street and found a place where the colored steel tiles were sold. When the proprietress pressed the colored steel tiles, Liu Ping’an couldn’t help researching the system again.

The same catching blind, nothing progressed.

I searched for Zhangjiang Group. It is a company far away in the magic city. It is mainly responsible for the development and construction of Zhangjiang High-tech Park. Zhangjiang High-tech Park has built many national bases. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a high-tech city.

Zhangjiang…Science City?

Unfamiliar and familiar titles flashed in his mind, and Liu Ping’an remembered the dream he had before acquiring the system. Although the dream was vague and fragmented, he still remembered the glimpses of light.

In his dream, he just went to work in a city that was far away, very prosperous and very dark, and that city should be called Zhangjiang Science City.

Think about the text messages sent by the system. They are super AI of artificial intelligence, plus the virtual and real cloud disk that can be made out of nothing, and what space-time projection quantum transformation, seems to be related to the development and research of Zhangjiang High-tech Park.

Well, for Liu Pingan, they are all high-tech that can be called black technology.

It’s the same as a small translucent Big sis that can fly in the sky and can be summoned with a snap of your fingers.

Of course, Liu Pingan doesn’t think that the current Zhangjiang Group is equivalent to the producer of the rural sign-in system. After all, there is really a beautiful car flying in the sky these days, and there has been a lot of noise.

As for the small translucent Big sis that can be summoned with a snap of your fingers…

I don’t know if the virtual projection counts.

After all, Liu Pingan didn’t even see the virtual projections of these years.

Maybe in the future time and space, Zhangjiang High-tech Park will really develop into Zhangjiang Science City, and develop a floating vehicle that can fly across the sky, and a magical demon that can be fake?

The so-called rural sign-in system is just the core of the project similar to technology going to the countryside or technology poverty alleviation. There is a high probability that it will be pilot promotion or random distribution, or even a copy?

In other words, it is possible that Liu Pingan traveled through time and space to the future in his dream, and brought the system back by the way when he returned?

That was really… a huge surprise.

Liu Pingan narrowed his mouth, thinking that he should have smoothed the origin of the system.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t pass it smoothly. Liu Pingan is a casual person. He thinks he has a normal heart, and he certainly doesn’t have to think about things that he can’t figure out.

To be casual is to settle down with the situation. Normal heart is to pass by, to put it euphemistically. To put it less euphemistically, it is a kind of waste that goes with the flow and does not want to make progress.

A lot of things are passively tolerated, and seldom take the initiative to do something. If it is a bit vulgar in the local dialect, it is called “digging the pit when the shit is full.”

It may be a bit exaggerated to say that it is useless, but to say that it is not accurate to be honest, probably the description of decadence and depression is more suitable for him.

Just like now, when he gets a system that seems to come from the future, he has no ambition to become the richest man and raise a star to the pinnacle of his life, nor has he set a small goal of “earning him 100 million first”.

I didn’t even have too much expectation for the next task and reward.

Otherwise, he would not fail to brag with his wife, and honestly came to buy the color steel tiles.

The new sheep pen was not big. Only four colored steel tiles were planned for sun protection and rain protection, all of which were four meters in length. In addition, I bought two more than 1.6 meters to use when preparing the whole chicken pen.

The stock is not available, the color steel tiles are all used and pressed, anyway, the machine operation is convenient and easy, and the proprietress is no problem with a woman.

No, Liu Pingan just studied the system casually, and they have already pressed it down and cut it.

The proprietress helped to carry it to the motorcycle and tied it horizontally with nails for nailing. She also borrowed a nail-driving drill. Liu Ping left after paying with the phone. The motorcycle was not driving fast, for fear of encountering sporadic pedestrians and vehicles on the road.

The poor cannot withstand the toss, and it is always right to be more stable and ensure safety.

The motorbike stopped slowly on the side of the rural concrete road. Liu Pingan took off the colored steel tiles, stood up and did two trips and carried them back. His home was not on the side of the road, and he had to walk a small road. The road conditions were worse than those of Xia Yingqiu’s. To test the level, pulling the color steel tile is completely wrong.

After another trip to ride the motorcycle back, Liu Pingan quickly sent four colored steel tiles to the sheep pen where the pillars were set and the rafters were set, and the power drill was humming for a while. Busy, anyhow it’s done.

After all, I’m not a professional, nailing can’t be as easy as other people’s. It’s the same as when it’s wrong when laying bricks. It can only be unsatisfactory if it is reluctantly reorganized. No one can make it so beautiful and beautiful.

It doesn’t matter, anyway, it’s just shutting down a few sheep.

Liu Pingan comforted himself by picking up the steel-welded ring door, hanging on the reserved door buckle, closing the door, and bolting it up. The sheepfold is truly finished.

Clap Hui on his hands and prepare to take a break before packing things up, the phone made a “dingdong” sound, and a text message notification came.

The sender, Zhangjiang Group.