Chapter 8 Farewell to Modernity

What should we do next

The old man can be considered a miser with a narrow perspective; however, as a deity, he should ultimately be more magnanimous. He did not stoop to the same level as the old man, taking the divine artifact and conveniently emptying the cash from the vendor's wallet, before telling the vendor, "Get lost!"

"It's simple!" The vendor said as he immediately shifted gears and started off, releasing the handbrake and easing the clutch. One, two, three, four, five, he slammed on the accelerator and shot out, the speedometer seemingly going crazy as it maxed out. The engine let out the most ferocious roar it had ever produced since its birth; this might have been the fastest the car had ever gone since it left the factory. Suddenly, a gust of crosswind swept by, causing the car to sway, and the vendor, startled, slammed the brakes to the floor!

His father was not as worried as his mother. He went into the house, found a bottle of wine, and poured some for the old man. "Old brother, I only have this one son, who has been at home and hasn't seen much of the world. Please be more understanding, I toast to you!" After saying this, the two of them started drinking together. The vendor quietly finished his meal, went upstairs to get two sets of clean clothes, said a few words to his family, and then took the old man away.

I won't press it anymore, this is the money for you, I'm leaving now

It was said earlier that there is a national highway behind the mountain, which used to be bustling with traffic. Many nearby villages relied on this road to open small restaurants and repair shops, and they thrived. However, since the expressway was completed, the number of people has decreased significantly. Those with money have moved to the city, while the poor have gone into the mountains to plant trees. It's hard to see a soul here, not even at night, let alone during the day!" The vendor muttered as he drove his vehicle onto the abandoned national highway. Indeed, there was no one here; the environment resembled wasteland, with weeds taller than a person. The road, having been neglected for a long time, had only a small strip of asphalt in the center still holding on, while vegetation had overtaken both sides.

Upon reaching the car, he closed the door and ensured that no one was paying attention. The vendor asked the old man to demonstrate how to use the Pixiu, which is also known as the panda. The old man lifted the panda with one hand and chanted, "Whoosh." The box placed on the car seat vanished! The vendor was very curious about this and quickly offered the old man a cigarette, pleading like a grandson to get the incantation back! After learning it, he happily played with it himself.

The vehicle came to a stop with a creak, and the vendor leaned out to take a look. Is this it? Could it be that there were asphalt roads in ancient times? But why does it look so familiar? Nothing has changed except for a few trampled blades of grass. Then he saw the old man sitting in the passenger seat. "Oh, how come you came along too?"

Certainly! The old immortal nodded in satisfaction.

A little while later, Xiao Yi brought over a box of gossip mirrors. "Dabao, count them for me, there are a total of 110. Additionally, I have two small trinkets for you!"

The wine was not particularly famous, priced at 300 per case. It is said that in ancient times, people loved to drink and directly purchased twenty cases, causing the vendor to nearly faint from shock. He thought to himself that if he did not recoup his capital on this trip, he would definitely strangle the gods upon his return. Later, with the mindset of not being able to catch a wolf without parting with a child, he bought a large quantity of fruit, candy, snacks, and drinks. When leaving the supermarket, the small business owner kindly called two security guards to help carry the items to the car, prompting the vendor to marvel at the quality of their service, truly befitting a supermarket owner, while he could only set up a street stall.

The old man spat and said, "Fortunately, you didn't succeed; otherwise, we would both be utterly destroyed. I didn't know I couldn't go over there. However, you performed well, showing the demeanor of someone who has collided with me. Let's try again!"

After listening to the old man's explanation, the vendor was completely bewildered; indeed, having little education is a significant drawback! "Dizzy, so that's what it is. I thought you needed to open your heavenly eye to see the treasures of the immortals!" Now that he understood that the panda was actually a Pixiu, the vendor began to lose interest in the so-called bag of holding. The old man did not dwell on this matter any further.

After leaving home, the vendor asked the old man, "Please tell me, how do I get to the Tang Dynasty?"

The vendor's mother said with concern, and even provided a very practical example. The vendor was aware of this matter, but he did not dare to tell his mother. The guy from the neighboring village is no longer friends with him, as it is said that he contracted AIDS. "Moreover, take care of your health out there. If you can't continue, just come back, and we can still set up our stall!" A mother worries for her child even when he travels a thousand miles. However, if his mother were to find out, who knows if she would ask his father to break his legs for him! "Moreover, take care of your health out there. If you can't continue, just come back, and we can still set up our stall!" A mother worries for her child even when he travels a thousand miles. However, if his mother were to find out, who knows if she would ask his father to break his legs for him!

Is this acceptable? The vendor parked the cart on a relatively straight section of the road

It is very simple, start the car, shift to a high gear and press the accelerator hard, do you see the needle on the speedometer? Once you cross the red line, just step on the brake and you will arrive

After expressing his feelings, the vendor took the old man back home, as he needed to inform his parents about his upcoming long journey. Fortunately, his parents were at home. "Dad, Mom, this is my boss. I will no longer be selling on the street; I will be traveling with my boss and may have to go on a long trip!"

The vendor's parents glanced at the old man, exchanging a look with each other. The old man was unusually serious, which greatly reassured the vendor's parents. They were just afraid of dealing with an unreliable boss. "Well then, if you don't want to set up a stall, that's fine. While you're young, go out and explore a bit. It would also be good to bring back a daughter-in-law. You see, that person from the neighboring village has been in Dongguan for two years, and every year he comes back with a beautiful girl. You should learn from him, but let's just bring back someone who can live a decent life, alright!"

Only after having enough fun did this fellow remember that returning to ancient times would require some gifts. Thus, he took the old man for another trip to the supermarket, purchasing some cigarettes and liquor, as they are often considered inseparable. This time, he really spent quite a bit. The cigarettes he bought were Furongwang. It wasn't that he didn't want to buy something better; smokers know that modern cigarettes are generally named after geographical locations and are rarely sold outside their provinces. Therefore, to avoid revealing himself in ancient times, he could only buy Furongwang. If he had bought Yuxi or Huanghelou, how would he explain that? As for the even more prestigious Zhonghua, that would be a laugh, as he certainly did not want to tell the people of ancient times that he came from the future, fearing it would frighten them.

This statement is truly carefree, leaving the old man somewhat incredulous. He stared for a long time while holding a cigarette, as if he were unfamiliar with the situation. "You should first find a straighter road, preferably one with less traffic, so as not to startle others"

The vendor forgot about the matter and smiled apologetically at the old man. "I got a bit nervous and hit the brakes a little too early. Just wait while I back the car up!" After repositioning the car, he shook his hands, lit a cigarette, and tried to calm his nerves. This time, the old man opened the car door and casually pocketed the vendor's phone. "This won't do," the vendor exclaimed as he snatched it back. "Don't take this; you wouldn't know how to use it. If you accidentally turn on the data and forget to turn it off, it wouldn't even cover the cost if you sold yourself. Here, take this instead!" With that, the vendor tossed the Nokia phone to the old man.

The items have been organized, but more effort is needed. The price increase notice on the price list has once again hurt the vendors. If this trend continues, in the future, crossing over will only be possible by riding a bicycle

After giving the old man the middle finger through the window, I took a deep drag of my cigarette, elegantly flicked the butt out, and, imitating a scene from a movie, slammed the accelerator a few times. As the speedometer crossed the end mark, I shouted, "Datang, I am coming!" Then, after a moment of flickering light and shadow, the vendor heard a thud and felt a chill in his heart: something had happened!

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