The daily life of Confucian sages hitting people along the network cable

Chapter 1 Broken Rocks in the Junkyard

Sheng Xuanxing.

The third port city.

In the store, the glass cabinets on both sides of the wall are full of various optical computers.

These optical brains, don't think they are very old...in fact, they are still broken.

The teenager has a screwdriver in his left hand and a soldering iron in his right, with a microlens. On the table, there is a dilapidated optical computer with sparks and lightning.

"Take it easy." The bald old man behind him was wearing a sweatshirt and his flip-flops were about to fall off: "Han Zhou, come here so early today, don't you go to the garbage dump to bully people? Don't you wear Confucian robes?"

The young Han Zhou raised his head and laughed: "Old Wangtou, from now on, I won't have to pick up trash."

"Why are you wearing a Confucian robe? I originally planned to be an ordinary person... Forget it, I will tell you when things are done."

"By the way, aren't you going to play cards today?"

The bald old Wang shook his legs: "One is short of three, how do we fight?"

"Several regular card players have work today, and new goods are coming to the port garbage dump."

"It's you boy, do you want to concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination? But if you don't pick up trash, life will be very difficult."

Han Zhou raised his head: "Of course not. I won't be short of money in the future. When I, Han, become rich, I will come back to help you."

The bald old Wang turned on the TV with the remote control panel: "There must be a big job today. There is so much garbage in the garbage dump. I don't know where the war broke out again."

"Look at the news."

Han Zhou continued to lower his head to repair the optical brain.

The reason why Han Zhou has a good relationship with Old Wangtou is because Old Wangtou's poker friends are all from the garbage dump.

Every time some war garbage enters the port, Han Zhou will know it immediately, not the first time.

Every time I go to pick up trash, I am one step faster than others.

But starting today, Han Zhou is no longer a dirty garbage bug.

TV is broadcasting:
"The Sixth Immortal Martial Army's expedition to the Heavenly Demon Star was ambushed in the chaotic star field, causing heavy casualties. 87 battleships were sunk, and only four of the sixteen battleships withdrew from the battlefield."

"It is reported that His Royal Highness Ling Xu, the chief in charge of the fleet, was seriously injured. Long Xinxie, Marquis of Weiyuan, and Han Bugui, Marquis of Zhenyao died for the empire."

"As soon as the news came out, the entire stock market's war stocks and Xiuxian stocks plummeted. At present, the Lingxu Index plummeted by 830 points, and the Xiuxian stocks fell by [-]% as a whole, triggering the circuit breaker mechanism..."

After that, Han Zhou didn't want to listen anymore.

Put on the light-transmitting lens again, and continue to repair the optical brain.

"Well, although the performance of this optical computer has dropped by 20.00%, the additional functions are well preserved, and it can be sold at a good price."

Putting down the electric iron and screwdriver, Han Zhou silently took out a Confucian robe from the ragged backpack he was carrying and put it on.

Old Wangtou: "Didn't you say you won't wear Confucian robes?"

Han Zhou was annoyed: "I'm joking with you, do you believe it?"

"Stop talking, I'm going to the garbage dump first."

Old Wang took out 700 yuan: "Take it well, don't lose it."

After collecting the money, Han Zhou ran fast and rushed towards the garbage dump.

"The probability of me being the lone star of Tiansha is higher, or the probability of being a broom star is higher?"

After traveling to this world, Han Zhou grew up in a slum.

I live a life of picking up and selling garbage every day.

In school, you can only learn Confucianism and Taoism, which cost the least amount of money and do not require too many resources.

Live the worst days.

A month ago, Han Bugui, the well-known demon guard, came to his door and told Han Zhou that he was Han Zhou's father.

Han Zhou believed it.

Do you still need to think about this kind of thing?Even if Han Bugui said that she was Han Zhou's mother, he could immediately cry, "Mom! I've been looking for you so hard!"

Han Bugui said that Han Zhou was an illegitimate child, and his family would not recognize him, so this time he went on an expedition to the Sky Demon Star, and if he made military achievements, he would ask His Majesty to give Han Zhou a title.

Does this kind of thing still need to be considered?
Han Zhou immediately said, "Daddy is mighty, daddy is domineering!"Waiting for good news from Dad!Kill the turtle grandson of the Sky Demon Star! ! '

While walking quickly, Han Zhou sighed: "Han Bugui, Han Bugui, you didn't choose your name well."

It’s still our ancestors who are wise and have a humble name to support them. If you name yourself Han Goudan, you will definitely not die young!

It seems that the grandfather I don't know is not very good at naming.

How much impact did Han Bugui's death have on the empire?
Han Zhou didn't know.

Han Zhou only knew that he had woken up from his dream and continued his previous life.

The dump is close at hand.

Sure enough, the trash of war has already begun.

There are mainly three kinds of garbage dumped in the garbage dump, domestic garbage from passengers on ships, mechanical garbage from ship repairs, and war garbage.

Among them, war trash is naturally the most interesting and the most valuable.

And the lowest level of war trash is Zongmen war trash.

The most advanced ones are naturally the garbage produced by the empire's expedition in the starry sky.

Han Zhou, wearing a Confucian robe, quickly rushed into the garbage dump, watching a huge spaceship dumping garbage: "The sixth district?"

In the garbage dump, the fat man who had been hiding for a long time saw Han Zhou scurrying out, and ran out with gritted teeth: "You bastard, you're not so shady today, show yourself first?"

Han Zhou glanced at the fat man, ignored him, and went straight to the garbage mountain: "You cheap mouse, you are not happy if you don't hate you?"

The fat man chased after him angrily: "If it wasn't for you bastard, the fat man would have finished digging out his treasures and slipped away!"

Looking at the fat man's face, which was so angry that his five sense organs were tangled together, Han Zhou said, "Today I will be on the right and you will be on the left, without interfering with each other."

"After a while, the vultures and their troops will come, and we will not be able to fish well."

This fat man, nicknamed Mouse, has information channels just like Han Zhou.

So always go to the dump first.

The fat man didn't go to the left at all: "You must have seen a baby fall on the right, don't even think about it, bastard!"

Han Zhou scorned: "A mouse is a mouse, a fat mouse is a mouse, and its brain is only as big as a walnut."

In this garbage dump, Han Zhou is nicknamed a beast.

Han Zhou is famous for being insidious, cunning and shameless.

And the fat man is famously alert, so he is called a mouse.

"Go away." Han Zhou tapped the optical brain on his wrist after speaking: "Scan."

Seeing Han Zhou looking down at Guangnao, a dagger suddenly appeared in the fat man's hand and stabbed at Han Zhou.

"when!"

A huge mace swung down.

The fat man flipped over deftly, but a piece of clothes was hung down by the nail teeth of the mace, leaving two bloodstains.

"Crap! Crap! I almost lost my life!" The injured fat man quickly hid behind a large refrigerator: "Aren't you a Confucianist, you scholar, you carry a mace with you?!"

Han Zhou smiled with a mace on his shoulder: "Are you envious of the big space ring of the young master?"

"Young master has already found a good space ring with a space of one cubic meter. This mace is always with you."

Taking advantage of getting rid of the fat man, Han Zhou rushed in to choose the baby.

After the optical brain is transformed, it can recognize items with spiritual power and precious metals. Anything that is marked is a good thing.

"On the battlefield, weapons must have been scanned and taken away, and valuables have also been stored as relics. Only these broken things have a chance to come here."

"If you can pick up the broken spar, you will make a lot of money!"

"Hey, the Rainbow S207 graphics card, dedicated to the new generation of optical computers, is quite complete. Could it be that it fell out of the photovoltaic warehouse?"

Not far away, seeing Han Zhou receiving an almost complete graphics card, his eyes were round and his eye frames were about to burst: "You bastard, you have done all kinds of bad things, and you will be blown to death in this garbage dump sooner or later!"

Shouting, heartbroken: If I'm not so vigilant, I'll go in and get it out first, this graphics card will be mine!

"boom!"

A violent explosion occurred not far away.

All kinds of metal pieces that were exploded flew all over the sky.

The fat man's pupils shrank slightly, and it took only a hundredth of a second to get into the broken refrigerator: "I, Cao, am I so clever? Could it be that the fat man's talent is to practice Buddhism and learn a great prophecy?"

At the location of the explosion, Han Zhou got directly into the gap of a pile of garbage at the same moment the explosion occurred.

If he didn't have this ability, Han Zhou would have died here long ago.

The strong aura is raging, interfering with the operation of the light brain.

However, after a while, the flame went out and the aura dissipated.

"It turned out that the energy source of the scrapped escape pod exploded. I thought it was a weapon that had not been taken away."

After the explosion, a lot of surface garbage was blown away.

A lot of rubbish that was just dumped today was originally kept under the ground, but now it is blown out.

The optical brain is rescanning.

"Conduit with [-] percent Agni gold content detected."

"A broken Dragon 3080 flying sword was detected."

"Unrecognized item detected."

Picking up the broken sword and the wire pipe, Han Zhou became puzzled.

not recognized?

This optical brain was remodeled by Han Zhou himself, and it was imported from the Encyclopedia of the Empire. It can only identify items without authorization. How can there be items that cannot be identified?

Han Zhou turned out of the hole and ran over quickly.

A fist-sized, dark stone lay there.

Han Zhou didn't know what it was. If it was a Vulcan crystal or something, the entire garbage dump would be blown into nothingness.

"Wealth and wealth are sought in danger."

Han Zhou raised his hand and grabbed the stone in his hand.

The next moment, the stone disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?" Han Zhou shook his head, feeling a little baffled.

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(End of this chapter)