Zhang Yue felt dizzy in his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of men wearing strange costumes and long cloth clothes, watching and joining in the fun, with a very noisy voice.

The accent is similar to Mandarin or Northern local dialect.

Green mountains, green water, black tiles and white walls, just the picture that the eyes can reach, has a very unreal feeling, as if the atmosphere of civilization does not exist.

"...Those who killed the gods dared to attack the Lord and broke their legs..."

Very messy.

A loud voice was shouting, and the lord who was talking about seemed to be Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yuexin was still immersed in the despair of leaping down from the sky. It was the dying person's unwillingness toward all things in the world. The glitter and glitz of the first half of his life ended up leaping. There was an urge to start over in shame and anger.

The thought that came out of his mind was that I should be dead, or someone was rescued in the hospital.

What the hell is this?

His pupils gradually became focused, like the fusion of the soul and the new body, and he finally looked at the picture in front of him clearly.

Yes, I am still alive, very clear-minded, but my forehead hurts, and a wet feeling is still flowing down.

Once you touch it, it was full of blood.

My hands and feet are still a little inflexible, but there are no signs of fracture or dislocation.

The skull has no fractures and misalignment, which does not seem to be a fall or a blow.

Looking closer, a boy dressed in a straight face and wearing a square scarf on his head seemed to be a Confucian scholar in a costume TV series. He held a blood-stained stick in his hand, which should be the weapon of the crime.

After committing the crime, he was still holding a weapon in his hand. Isn’t he being caught?

Boy!

You wait for me!

"Sir, you are awake, are you okay? You're scared to death."

The loud voice next to him made Zhang Yue's ears buzz. He looked over, but saw the man wearing a six-petal suture cap and a big "south" on his chest. Looking at the few next to him, it was "east", "west", and "north".

If you are a soldier, you shouldn’t be a “soldier” or “courage”?

This is a table of mahjong.

In Zhang Yue's opinion, these four look like the guardian Vajra, with thick arms, big arms and round waists.

The thug brought out by wealthy families is burly.

He used to call himself the Lord, and the new owner of the body should be a wealthy young man, and he may have a title.

After all, Zhang Yue is an expert in ancient Chinese history. As a master in the antique industry, he is a member of the Qing Dynasty in Chinese history.

These people can be seen as dressed in the Ming Dynasty, not serving in the Han and Tang dynasties. The clothes were added with elements of Meng Yuan scattering, and the square flat scarf and standing collar long clothes. They should be outfits after the middle of the Ming Dynasty, with no braids on their heads, which means that they have not yet come out of the Ming Dynasty.

He suddenly felt that his blood was surging. Could it be that God gave him a chance to be reborn and brought him to ancient times?

"Master, are you okay? Don't scare the young man! Find a doctor for me!"

Before he finished speaking loudly, Zhang Yue had already jumped up from the ground.

Unable to cover up the joy of surviving the disaster, he almost whistled to the sky and thanked God for giving him a second chance in life. Whether in ancient times or modern times, as long as he could live, it would be a miracle of life.

He opened his arms to embrace the sky. When he widened his eyes, his eyes blurred with blood. He wiped his face with a ferocious face.

"Evil will be punished!"

"This shameless man was beaten to death."

"It's really God is blind!"

The onlookers are pointing fingers.

For some reason, Zhang Yue felt that he had a clear ear and eyes. Perhaps he had just passed by time and was reborn, and his five senses were particularly clear.

What's going on with this group of people?

It was clearly me who was beaten, but why did it seem that I deserved it, but the person who beat me was right? Even if you hate the powerful, you can't be unreasonable?

Zhang Yue finally had the heart to observe the surrounding situation.

Overall, it's not good.

Opposite were more than a dozen Confucian scholars in front and behind were a large group of farmers holding shoulder poles and hoes. On his side were a group of men led by the four guardians of the southeast, southwest and northwest, and they were also holding sticks.

A little further away, there were a large number of onlookers, and the number of people on both sides was about 200 to 300.

Look at my clothes, so bright and beautiful. In addition, I was called "Sir" by my servants before. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a fight between a playboy from a certain family and a commoner in the market. During the process, I was bored and burped.

When Zhang Yue saw the group of Vajra Protectors around him, he became angry. Our people were obviously not fewer than the other party, and their weapons were more advanced. Why didn’t I protect me well? I, the one who took the lead, was injured?

Do you still want to get through?

"What happened!?"

Zhang Yue shouted at the loud "Nan".

Isn't it louder than a voice? I yelled a few times first, just to think it was to shock my rebirth.

"Sir, don't get angry. It's the young guys who are not good. I didn't see a boy coming to attack. This group of troublemakers are unreasonable and even join forces with a group of old ninths to block the way!"

The Yuan people once divided the people into ten levels, including one official, two officials, three monks, four Taoists, five doctors, six craftsmen, eight craftsmen, nine prostitutes, ten beggars.

Lao Jiu is talking about the group of scholars who claim to be noble.

Zhang Yue was full of anger now.

That was a resentment that was brought when he was dying. In addition, he was beaten up as soon as he came here, and his forehead was still covered with blood. Although his family had a fortune of over 100 million yuan in his previous life, he had to be a human being with his tail. Now that he is reborn, can I still be a coward?

No matter who you are, let me expose the anger in my heart first.

"What are you waiting for? Scout the guy, do it!"

Zhang Yue now feels that he has no reason to say. If someone beats him, he must be beaten back.

He greeted the thugs beside him, and he also picked up a stone on the ground, rushed towards the group of people in front of him with murderous aura.

"I've hit someone, I've hit someone!"

"The bully led people to beat people!"

This group of onlookers...

I was beaten and you are applauding.

Now it's my turn to take revenge, are you starting to be surprised?

I just let you know that the stones on my hands are not vegetarians.

It seemed that there was only the boy holding a bloody stick in Zhang Yue's eyes. No matter how the man dodged or even ran into the crowd, he could still accurately stare at the person and grab the man's back collar. When the man wanted to wave the stick again to commit the crime, Zhang Yue had already slapped the man's forehead with a stone.

In an instant, both of them were bleeding, as if the kid's condition was worse.

Before Zhang Yue could relieve himself, he grabbed the person from the ground, lifted it to the sky, and then threw it heavily on the ground. He heard a "thump" sound, and the man lay on the ground for a long time without any movement.

"ah!"

"Bang! Bang! Gudong..."

The surroundings are already in chaos.

The things Zhang Yue brought are all regular thugs, and although the other party seems to be more popular, they are basically all chaotic.

Furthermore, Zhang Yue was beaten first, and the thug under his command was afraid that Zhang Yue would be held accountable later, so he is now quite fierce.

The soldiers will win, and a fight will end with Zhang Yue's victory. In addition to being beaten down, there are also those who escape in shame, some of them are pressed directly to the ground, and some are kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

In the second half, Zhang Yue basically took a stick and finished the game. When he saw someone still arrogantly swinging a stick, the opponent would definitely have no room for resistance.

After a group fight, Zhang Yue's heart was filled with one word.

Cool!

A breath of anger finally came out.

The blood on his head was also condensed, but his face was still ferocious. He looked at the people watching in the distance. The crowd had already run hundreds of meters away, and he didn't even dare to get close, for fear of being implicated.

If it weren't for the anger, Zhang Yue even wanted to teach this group of booing audiences a lesson, but just think about it.

Zhang Yue felt that he was a very reasonable person.

"Master, the person has solved it, there is no problem with the land collection now."

The loud voice of "Nan" came over and seemed very excited.

It seems that under Zhang Yue's wise leadership, they have accomplished a feat.

Zhang Yue's anger broke out, but it was time to explore his situation carefully. At least he should figure out the three most important things about time travelers: "Who am I? Where is this? What am I doing?"

After a group fight, Zhang Yue didn't know why he wanted to fight this fight.

"Who am I? What's going on with the land you mentioned?"

Zhang Yue asked the question and saw "Nan" looking at Zhang Yue with an incredible look on his face, his eyes were no less than looking at the monster.

"Are you okay? Is someone bad? Is it a brain that has been damaged? You are Jianchang Boss. We just bought two hundred land, but the tenant didn't pay the land, but he said he wanted to resist the rent. You took us to force the land today."
To be continued...