"Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the task," the system said.

Meng Zezhi opened his eyes, sat up, and stretched.

He got up and got out of bed, took out a can of coffee from the refrigerator, opened it and took a sip: "System, check the task settlement."

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zezhi saw a transparent display screen in front of him.

323 Small World Mission Settlement

Client: Qin Hao

Main quest: Revenge (rewards 8000 points of merit, the completion of the quest depends on Qin Hao's satisfaction)

Mission Completion: 100%

Reward: 8000 merit points

Buy 50 bottles of Soul Strength Growth Liquid, deduct a total of 50,000 points of merit.

After the mission is completed, the host will stay in Small World No. 323 for a total of 20 years, deducting 400 points of merit.

Additional Rewards for Examination Division:

The host stayed in Small World No. 323 for 20 years, subdued or eliminated 22 Species in total, and rewarded 4,400 points of merit.

Help the rise of the Dayang Dynasty in the small world of No. 323, save the people from water and fire, and reward 540,000 points of merit.

Interfering with the progress of No. 323 Small World will deduct 510,000 merit points.

Total: -8000 merit points.

Immediately afterwards, the display interface turned.

Name: Meng Zezhi

Age: 342+41

Charisma: 116 4

Soul Strength: 1195＋500

IQ: 290

Merit: 99960-8000

Skills: Physics (entry into the room), mathematics (entry into the room), chemistry (first glimpse into the room), biology (entry into the room), Taoism (first entry into the room), medicine (entry into the room)

Achievements: No. 6323 Top Ten Outstanding Physicists in Small World, No. 4762 Top Ten Famous Mathematicians in Small World, No. 284 One Emperor in Small World, No. 7528 Land God of Salvation in the Middle World (pseudo), No. 1530 Small World TCM Master, No. 323 No. Small world generation Mingjun

Meng Zezhi is still very satisfied with the title of Mingjun, although it is not as good as the title of No. 284, the first emperor of the small world, but who told him to patronize and write poems in this world?

After drinking the last sip of coffee, he threw the jar into the trash can: "System, let's go to the next task."

"OK."

"Matching the mission world!"

"World Matching Success!"

In the afternoon of midsummer, Zhizhi talks a lot on the old tree.

"Selling jelly, selling tofu brains... selling jelly, selling tofu brains..." There was a mechanical cry from a loudspeaker.

Meng Zezhi leaned lazily on the telephone pole, poked out his ears, and stopped the hawker who was walking towards him carrying two iron buckets: "How do you sell jelly?"

The hawker immediately quickened his pace: "A bowl for one dollar, do you want it?"

Meng Zezhi took out a crumpled five-cent note from his pocket, thought about it, and took out a copper plate from another pocket. He handed the money to the hawker: "Here's a bowl."

"okay!"

The peddler quickly put down his burden, took a palm-sized plastic bowl, opened the iron bucket and filled a bowl of jelly, mixed with vinegar and brown sugar water, and handed it to Meng Zezhi.

Just as the hawker was packing up and preparing to leave, a breathless voice came from behind him: "Wait, old man, bring me a bowl of jelly too."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a huge beer belly.

The corner of Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on the wallet full of bank cards in his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'm looking for you forty-nine." The peddler carried the burden and left.

The middle-aged man took care of himself to find a place under the shade of the tree, gulps down half a bowl of jelly, and the whole person came alive: "Comfortable."

Meng Zezhi opened his mouth and said, "Uncle, the weather is so hot and you are still running outside!"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Meng Zezhi, probably not expecting Meng Zezhi to strike up a conversation with him.

"Isn't there no way?" Xu was because of his personality, or he was holding his breath, he complained: "Isn't this a friend of mine owes me a lot of project money, and it has been delayed for a long time, it happened that my family recently Something has happened, and I'm in a hurry to spend the money... or else I'd like to stay at home and turn on the air conditioner."

"Is that so," Meng Zezhi said with a smile, "It seems that Uncle is a big boss."

"You don't dare to be a big boss, at most he is a part-time worker for others." Even though he said that, a hint of pride appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

He regained his senses, and looked Meng Zezhi up and down: "Little brother is still studying, right?"

"Yes." Meng Ze knew that

"Where do you go to school?"

"One high."

"The first high school is good." The middle-aged man said with a smile: "My son graduated from the first high school."

One High is the best high school in the county.

"It's such a coincidence." Meng Zezhi threw it casually, and the plastic bowl fell steadily into the trash can not far away. He looked back at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face: "It's because of our fate. Come on, let me give Uncle a piece of advice, when you go home in the afternoon, don't run into the alley, it's easy to get into trouble."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was stunned again. When he came back to his senses, Meng Zezhi had put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked away.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man came out of a building.

The person behind him kept apologizing: "...Sorry, brother, this money has dragged you on for so long, and I can't help it..."

"It's okay," the middle-aged man lifted the suitcase in his hand, and he was relieved when the money arrived.

He said in a good voice: "Who are our brothers and who? If it wasn't for the urgent use of money, I wouldn't come to the door."

"Understood, or if I send you off, you can see that you are not very safe."

"No," the middle-aged man said indifferently: "In broad daylight, those little thieves don't have the guts to measure them."

"Oh well."

Not long after came out of the building, the sky suddenly darkened.

The middle-aged man secretly said something bad, but there was no shelter from the rain nearby, so he could only quicken his pace.

As a result, just halfway through, there was a loud rumbling overhead, and heavy rain poured down.

"Damn it." The middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a swear word, turned his direction decisively, and ran towards the alley not far away.

After running for a while, finally saw a place to hide from the rain. At this time, the sky was completely dark.

The middle-aged man was panting, he lifted his trousers, they were already soaking wet.

He looked up at the sky and frowned, "I'm afraid the rain won't stop for a while."

As he said that, he looked up and looked around, suddenly remembering what the little brothers he met half an hour ago said to him.

He said, when you go home, don't run into the alley, it's easy to get into trouble.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind the middle-aged man.

He subconsciously wanted to look back, and the next second, a sharp object pressed against his back.

Immediately following, a cold shout came from his ear: "Don't move, raise your hand."

The middle-aged man suddenly tightened his spine and raised his hands tremblingly.

"Going out and surfing the Internet again?" Seeing Meng Zezhi coming back so late, Jiang Hongxian was furious.

Meng Zezhi paused and learned from his predecessor, pretending he didn't hear anything, went to grab a glass from the table, turned on the faucet above the enamel water tank, and took half a glass of water.

"I'm deaf when I'm talking to you." Jiang Hongxian slapped the table.

"Can you grow dim sum? You are in your third year of high school this year, and you are still wandering outside all day. I worked so hard to support your schooling. I didn't ask you to take money to smoke and drink, and go to Internet cafes to play games on the Internet."

"Look, look at what my hands look like..."

"...If only you could have Wentian's chance." Jiang Hongxian hated iron for not turning into steel.

The Wentian in his mouth is the son of a family in the village next to him. He has a bit of a relative relationship with the Jiang family, but his family is not as good as the Jiang family. During the college entrance examination, he passed the second line and entered a remote area. two schools.

Unexpectedly, after graduating from college, he was admitted to the Housing and Urban-rural Development Bureau. Last year, when the county built an industrial park, he included his family in the scope of demolition and got two sets of resettlement houses of 90 square meters and 400,000 in cash.

For Jiang Hongxian, this is a great prospect.

Chu Huihua came out of the kitchen: "Okay, have you said enough? Go take a bath when you say enough, and the water will be boiled for you."

Saying that, she turned her head to look at Meng Zezhi: "Your father received three fake money in a row today, and he has a bit of a temper. Don't take his words to heart."

For Jiang Hongxian, receiving three fake money is equivalent to two days of work in vain.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi's face was slightly better when he pulled it down.