"Mr. Yi'an felt that his family and country were in shattered. He made a wish to the heaven and prayed to the heaven to see the beauty of the Song Dynasty in his life. Do you accept this wish?"

Before, Zulong made a wish, but Wang Xiao did not accept it. Because that world was too dangerous.

But now the wish of Mr. Yi'an moved Wang Xiao.

There is no special reason, it is because the person who made the wish is Yi'an Jushi.

After struggling for a whole day, Wang Xiao finally decided to go to the mission world to experience it for a lifetime.

Wang Xiao left to the mission world, and it seemed that he could return in just a moment, without any impact on the three worlds. But in fact, he was in the mission world for at least a few years and for a lifetime. It was almost equivalent to living a lifetime again.

The body can recover, but the memory cannot be eliminated, and it is unwilling to be eliminated.

So many memories are also a huge pressure for Wang Xiao to get close to sperm. Every time he returns, it takes a long time to adjust.

It is not the real adjustment, it is just the memory that is deeply pressed into the depths of my mind.

In other words, his mental power has become much stronger, so he can still suppress it for the time being.

But the more you experience such things, the greater the pressure.

Now Wang Xiao also understands why the system's attitude is getting better and better, and the service quality is getting higher and higher.

The reason is that the work of the wish-executor who keeps reincarnating with memory is really stressful after doing it for a long time!

Maybe you will be mentally broken whenever.

Before, he had always complained that the wishing system did not give him a world anchor, but after he had really experienced the trip back and forth between the three worlds, he suddenly realized that the wishing system was really thoughtful.

Wang Xiao’s refusal to wish was just to have more time to rest, not to have any impact on the existing three worlds.

For the three worlds, Wang Xiao has returned without counting the blink of an eye, and there is no impact at all. It is only him who is really affected.

"We must increase our mental power." Wang Xiao rubbed his head and sighed. "If this continues, I will have to be divided."

The girls were very confused by the small farewell in the three worlds. It was just going to go out to buy a bag of cigarettes, and going to discuss something with Zhu Biao Hucheng and the others. Why did it be so serious and deep, as if it was separated from one's life and death?

In the end, he fought against everything alone.

“Accept the task.”

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In September of the eighth year of Yuanyou, the entire Bianliang City was immersed in an atmosphere of grief.

The Empress Gao of Xuanren Shenglie died, and 100,000 people were buried all the way and sent him to the Yonghouling together with Emperor Yingzong.

Empress Dowager Gao ruled the country for eight years, and although she appointed the light of the tank to smash the jar, she abolished Wang Anshi's new law. However, during her rule, she was diligent and honest in government, and worked hard to govern. During the period, the politics was relatively clear and the economy was very prosperous.

"This is the last era of economic prosperity, a well-off society in the Northern Song Dynasty, a clear political situation, and a strong national power."

Wang Xiao in the crowd looked at the funeral procession far away and sighed softly.

Mr. Yi'an was miserable for half his life, praying that the heaven would want to live in prosperity for the rest of his life.

If she was not Yi'an, Wang Xiao would not have accepted this wish because it was very difficult.

"Calling the age, Li Qingzhao is now in her early 10 years old. She is still in her early 190s." Wang Xiao, wearing a shabby robe and patches on his big sleeves, turned around and left the main road and walked towards the alley not far away.

This time the system arranged for him a standard time traveler identity.

Both parents died in a family, without brothers and sisters, and no distant relatives.

At a young age, he could only study hard, and could not support himself without any grains, and became sick, and eventually died and was unlucky.

What’s even more interesting is that this guy is also called Wang Xiao.

His father and Wang Banshan's family were distant relatives, the kind that was very far away.

When Wang Anshi was reforming, their family had an errand in the yamen and their lives continued.

Unfortunately, the bull from behind came to power and attacked the new party in an all-round way. Wang Xiao's family, who had not participated in the new policy, was hit by their relationship with Wang Anshi, a distant relative.

First, my father died of depression and passed away as his mother fell ill.

Complete identity as a time traveler.

"If you have another fiancée who comes to the door to break the engagement, it would be even more perfect."

Back at the dilapidated house, Wang Xiao also wanted to laugh as he looked at the door with half of the door panels in front of him.

This home is not big, and when you open the door, you will find a small yard with a peach tree planted inside.

The front door is the main room, the side room is the kitchen, etc.

Although it is remote, having such a house in Bianliang City is equivalent to having a home outside the Fourth Ring Road in the modern world. Even if you don’t have money, you are a native who is worth one million yuan.

Wang Xiao had already searched everything inside and out before.

There is half a tank of clean water in the water tank that is missing, and there are still a few buckets of rice in the rice tank in the kitchen.

The firewood piled up in the yard was enough to make a few meals, and there were a few patched clothes in the room.

In addition to the various classics, history, and collections of bookshelf filled with pens, inkstones and paper, and only twenty-two large sums were found in the whole room.

"How did this live?"

Wang Xiao scooped a ladle of cold water to drink, but he really didn't know what to say to that senior.

Even if you are stupid in studying, you must at least support yourself first.

He pulled a stool and sat under the peach tree, holding paper and pen in his hand to write and draw.

"If Li Qingzhao wants to see the Song Fenghua for the rest of her life, the most important thing is that she cannot let Zhao Ji ascend the throne. This prodigal son has been defeated by him."

Thinking of those beautiful princesses, Wang Xiao shook his head regretfully.

"It's all Zhao Ji's fault!"

"Zhezong died early, and his son Zhao Mao did not raise him. I heard that Zhezong coughed up blood since he was a child. This is bleeding from the respiratory organs and a disease in the lungs. If you have the chance, you have to help him treat the disease. Even if you can't recover, you can drag it down."

"If Zhao Mao wants to save his life, he must not give Zhao Ji a chance at all."

"If you want to maintain the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, you must enter the center of power. In this era, you can only go to the imperial examination."

"But before this, I have to make money first. Today's lunch is not yet settled, so I can't really cook porridge."

Wang Xiao recorded important events and things that must be done one by one.

Of course, the most important thing now is to make money first to improve your life.

Wang Xiao has more ability to make money.

From ice making to disease treatment, from painting to soap making, from iron smelting to various financial techniques, pang's scams, everything can be done.

But the problem is also here, he lacks the most basic starting capital.

When making ice, you need to buy saltpeter, which is not cheap.

He has a reputation for treating diseases, and he has to spend money to buy medicine to cure diseases and save people and make a reputation. He is now without name, without money.

Don’t mention the things you can do when painting, making soap, smelting, and doing finance. What can you do with twenty-two big money?

Even if you rely on the skill of making pancakes given by Wu Dalang to sell pancakes, the money is not enough.

As for selling a house, it is an ancestral home, which has been passed down for hundreds of years. If you really sell the ancestral home, you won’t be able to survive in Bianliang City. I attach great importance to this these days.

Don't have the capital to do a yarn business.

Wang Xiao scratched his hair, "Is it possible to rob the city fox and the club rat? How could Emperor Xuande do such a thing!"

"Are you at home?"

There were shouts outside the courtyard.

Of course this is just a politeness.

Half of the gate fell, how could it be that I could not see Wang Xiao sitting in the yard?

“Here.”

Wang Xiao responded and stood up.

The person entering the door was a middle-aged man wearing a foreign uniform, and a backpack servant was following behind him.

Wang Xiao bowed and bowed, "Zhang Shibo."

"My nephew, I'm here to discuss something with you today. Look at your family's current appearance, let's forget about your marriage with Yuezhen. You don't want to implicate her, right?"

He is called Zhang Shibo and is a neighbor of Wang Xiao’s family. He runs a shop selling soy sauce at home. He is considered to have a small fortune in this Bianliang city.

Many years ago, when Wang Xiao's father had a small errand in the yamen, Zhang Xian took the initiative to come to the house to curry favor with him and verbally agreed on a engagement with Wang Xiao and his daughter.

Although it was just a verbal agreement, no appointment letter or marriage letter, the neighbors all knew about this, and in this era it was a common thing.

Therefore, even if it is just an oral engagement, it must be explained clearly in person before it can be terminated.

"It's really a fucking time traveler routine."

Wang Xiao really started to laugh.

Others may get crazy in anger.

Or the tiger's eyes are in tears, clenched with fists, gritted its teeth, and said bleeding, "Thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi, don't bully the young man's poor!" or something.
To be continued...