Chapter 1 Love Pickles the Most
In the depths of a deep forest, there was a small house.
An old man was playing with a cat leisurely in the house.
Wang Cun walked up to him and threw a bag at him.
The old man reproached him as he opened the bag. It was a bloody man's head.
The old man looked at it in disgust and asked, "Where is the other thing?"
"I lost it." Wang Cun answered indifferently.
The old man's face darkened. He rebuked loudly, "You're such a troublemaker! I'm afraid you won't be able to use up all the money in exchange for the star kiss!"
"Really? I don't know!" Wang Cun was surprised.
"Forget it. I don't think you, an idiot, to bring it back."
The old man picked up a few pieces of paper from the table beside him and handed them to Wang Cun. "Let's go tomorrow."
Wang Cun didn't understand, "What? We have already agreed. After the order is finished, we won't do it. You are responsible for my eating, drinking, living, and pickles. Are you going to break the contract?"
The old man looked at him meaningfully. "I did say that you can quit this job, but I haven't promised you to live here. You are the only boy in our sect now. How can we continue if you don't make friends with a girl?"
"Inheritance? What do you mean?" Wang Cun hadn't figured out the situation yet.
The old man gestured for him to look at the papers.
Wang Cun was taken aback.
"Engagement."
These shocking words suddenly appeared on the paper.
Wang Cun quickly looked through it.
It was an engagement!
The man's name on it was the name Wang Cun, and the woman's name was a strange name.
"I have saved people in the city. This is just a gift in return. We have an appointment. You can get married directly." The old man couldn't help but feel proud.
"Damn it! I don't agree with you." Wang Cun expressed his resistance to the bad traditional customs.
"Oh? Have you made up your mind?" The old man said with a smile, "Of course, you have the right to resist, but his daughter is more beautiful than a fairy."
"So what?" Wang Cun would never yield to the evil forces.
The old man didn't expect that.
This guy was unmoved.
It seemed that this was the only way.
"It's said that there are countless pickles in their family!"
"No problem. I'll go!"
Wang Cun immediately surrendered.
...
Many years ago, it was a cold winter night.
A boy was about to starve to death and curled up in a corner.
But when he was about to lose his will, a bag of pickles was put in his hand.
The salty and crispy food prevented him from starving to death.
Since then, he had fallen in love with pickles...
Pickles were his favorite!
The next day, it was noon when Wang Cun packed up and set out.
The sun was shining brightly.
At first, it was not hot because there were many trees in the forest, but as he walked on the road, the feeling of hotness became more and more obvious.
On the road, Wang Cun was thinking that if only someone with good intentions could give him a ride.
A BMW was coming slowly from behind.
Wang Cun waved his hand, but the car didn't seem to stop.
Seeing this, Wang Cun quickly moved a big stone on the roadside to the middle of the road.
The car had to stop.
With curses, the window was rolled down.
A man dressed in famous brands said first, "What's wrong with you? Move the stones away!"
"Are you planning to go to Qiansheng City? Can you give me a ride?" Wang Cun asked hurriedly.