The sixth year of the Republic of China, which was 1917, was an era of chaos.
Warlords, bandits, and squires ran amok.
Southwest border, Ma Clan Town.
It was a very small town with only a few thousand households. In total, there were less than ten thousand people.
This place was too remote, so there weren't many bandits or powerful warlords. It was relatively peaceful.
At least many people could still survive.
In the small forest at the edge of Ma Family Town, the night was very dark. The forest was especially quiet, and the cries of cicadas could be heard from time to time.
The moon in the sky emitted a weak light that illuminated half of the forest.
Beside the small forest, there was also a cemetery. There were many solitary graves erected inside, and there were many ghost fires floating in the air.
Anyway, this scene was as scary as it could be.
Even modern people who only believed in science would probably be scared silly when they saw this scene.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The rustling of leaves and a series of footsteps suddenly came from the forest.
A thin figure was running quickly in the forest.
The faint moonlight illuminated this figure.
One could vaguely see that this was a thin young man.
Behind this young man, there was a black figure jumping and jumping, quickly following this young man.
The young man ran very fast. His face was pale and he kept cursing.
"F * ck, go to hell. Why are you so unlucky? It's so late at night, and you met a ghost and a zombie.”
The young man's name was Fang Han, and he had the same name as a certain top big shot.
However, he did not have the talent of that big shot, nor did he have the fate of that big shot.
After all, that big shot was the weapon spirit of the Door of Everlasting Life, a future peerless expert, and a person who stood at the peak of the fantasy world.
He was just an ordinary person.
Three years ago, Fang Han had just transmigrated to this world. At first, he thought it was just an ordinary Republic of China world.
They even wanted to devote themselves to the revolution and find a safe place to spend the rest of their lives.
That's right, although he was an angry youth, he was also afraid of death. Naturally, he did not have the courage to do anything great.
As a transmigrator, if he did not cause trouble, it would be equivalent to helping the revolution.
But later, Fang Han realized that this was not an ordinary world of the Republic of China, where demons and ghosts were rampant.
He had seen with his own eyes a person next door being sucked dry by a female ghost.
That female ghost was really beautiful. When Fang Han first took a look at her, he was shocked and even a little lost.
He had never seen such a beautiful female ghost.
However, after seeing his good brother being sucked dry, Fang Han was quick-witted and gave up on the unrealistic idea.
Later, Fang Han investigated and found that there were indeed many famous Taoists in the vicinity.
Priest Qian from the neighboring village and Priest Xu from the neighboring village lived in the same mortuary.
Then, there was a small town in the distance called Ren Town. There was a person called Ninth Uncle in the small town.
Fang Han naturally recognized these people.
It was a pity that these three people were from the Maoshan Daoist Sect. There were rules for accepting disciples, and all three of them rejected Fang Han.
As for the reason, Fang Han did not know either. He only knew that they had prepared many gifts, but no one had accepted a disciple.
Fang Han tried a few times and appeared very sincere, but he still did not agree. After a long time, he gave up.
However, every once in a while, he would give some gifts. After all, this ghost world might need these people's help one day.
Even if he was in a bad mood, he could only suppress it. He absolutely could not expose it.
Fortunately, Fang Han still had a golden finger.
It was a rare small world.
The world was not very big. At the beginning, there was only one mu of land.
However, after a long period of development, this small space gradually grew to a few hundred acres of land.
Fang Han had planted a large amount of rice here. The yield of one mu of land was more than 1,000 catties. It was even higher than the scientific planting in the future world.
Perhaps it was because this special small world had a spiritual spring that produced a large amount of spiritual water, which had a strong catalyst effect on crops.
The crops planted in the small world matured very quickly. They matured once a month and were harvested twelve times a year.
It couldn't be compared to the special space in those Siheyuan novels, which could mature in a second, but it was much better than the outside world.
This also allowed Fang Han to obtain a large amount of rice every year.
Of course, rice was especially rare in this era. In order to prevent others from coveting it, Fang Han also planted sweet potatoes and potatoes.
This kind of crop had a high yield but was not worth much.
With the rice, sweet potatoes, and potatoes he obtained from the small space, Fang Han opened a grain store and made a lot of money.
After a few years, Fang Han became a small tycoon in the small town.
Fang Han also used the rice husks to raise chickens and ducks. Now, there were many chickens, ducks, domestic pigs, and so on in his space.
Fang Han also opened a butcher shop.
The crops growing in the small world or the poultry raised in it all carried a special fragrance.
Originally, Fang Han thought that he could only reach the peak of his life by relying on the small world and high-quality crops and poultry.
Who would have thought that Fang Han would encounter a ghost today? A little ghost.
Although this ghost was not very powerful, Fang Han still spent a lot of money to buy a talisman before he escaped.
On the way, they encountered another zombie.
The ghost was scared away by the zombie, but the zombie had its eyes on Fang Han again and kept following him.
He did not know why, but even though Fang Han held his breath, the zombie could still detect him and kept following him.
He had no choice but to find a way to go to the neighboring village and ask Ninth Uncle for help.
As for Priest Qian and Priest Xu, they were temporarily ignored by Fang Han. He had no choice. Ninth Uncle's name was more beautiful.
Fang Han often drank the spiritual spring water in the small world, so his physical fitness was very strong. He did not get tired after running for a long time, and he was not even caught up by the zombies.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have been caught by the zombies and drank a mouthful of hot blood.
"Damn it, everyone's called Fang Han. Why is there such a huge difference in treatment? That guy is a big shot, and I can only be hunted down.”
Fang Han looked at the zombie that was still chasing after him and cursed.
He wished he could immediately knock the zombie down and cut it into pieces.
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