Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    "Buy England to play Paraguay, 1-0."

    When Jiang Wang returned to the sports lottery station, there were still three or four people who gathered here in the morning to drink tea and play cards.

    Someone recognized him and beckoned: "Brother, come and fight."

    "No," the man took out all the remaining change, and pushed it in front of the old man without counting: "Buy all England."

    "Tengbo, you're still complaining about bad business," the uncle sitting next to the fan lit a cigarette and laughed: "When the World Cup comes, don't say that our brothers are sneaking over here to watch the game. , I have seen several new faces."

    Teng Bo recovered the money much faster. When he passed the money detector, he did not forget to look up at Jiang Wang.

    This young man was a soldier at first sight.

    Eagle-eyed and sword-brows, with an aloof viciousness.

    "From the provincial capital?"

    Jiang Wang picked up the Nanjing handed over by a stranger next to him, and said casually, "It's not important."

    The cigarette hander heard about his bet early this morning, and now he followed suit and bought England, eagerly waiting for the result.

    June and July are hot flashes, the big fan on the top of the small shop is turning leisurely, the small fan blows and sweats profusely, and the players who play cards are obviously not interested.

    The townspeople all know each other, and whoever and whoever rips off the onion, which girl marries to another province, can all become the snacks of the townspeople.

    Tossing and chewing until it's boring, and there are good things to say a few times, so that the neighbors and relatives can find some new jokes.

    Jiang Wang glanced at their prying eyes, took a cigarette and sat beside the card table.

    "I don't know anything else," he said slowly: "Fortune-telling has learned a hand from the master in the Taoist temple, and the fifty-one hexagram is not much, and if it fails, you will pay ten times."

    He is short of rent money.

    Small local houses are cheap, a decent two-bedroom house is only a few hundred months smaller, and it can be assembled before the sun goes down.

    As soon as the words came to this point, a few people in the store were obviously interested.

    "Fifty is so expensive?" The shiny middle-aged man pretended to be offended: "It's only twenty when you go to the temple to get a lottery."

    Jiang Wang glanced at the black and white screen and did not answer.

    "This guy guessed right in the morning, and now he's gone," the thin man joked: "I just won a few hundred, come and play."

    He swiped the whole hundred at the card table directly in front of Jiang Wang, and twisted it with his fingers and shook it.

    "Fake one loses ten, you said."

    Jiang Wang looked at the money and said lightly, "Shen, right?"

    The thin monkey-like man was stunned for a moment, and he was speechless.

    "Your wife is having an affair with someone else, go home."

    Jiang Wang leaned against the chair and moved his knuckles, and said lazily: "If it's too late, I won't be able to catch anyone."

    The lottery shop was silent for a while, and the thin monkey blushed and scolded him fiercely.

    I never came back in the afternoon.

    In the middle, a poker player tentatively made a phone call, and there came the screams and the faint cry of a woman.

    When everyone was stunned, the old man took out a stack of red notes.

    "England 1-0, it's done."

    Jiang Wang calmly took the money and pocketed it, and when he looked at the others, he found that their eyes were a little more fearful.

    They looked at him like they were looking at a cuckold detector.

    "I'll be back tomorrow." He smiled: "See you later."

    One thousand and two hundred, the rent is removed by 400 yuan, and the 100 yuan is replaced by a cheap second-hand PHS, and the rest is reserved for the entrepreneurial reserve.

    In 2006, if I hoarded more than a dozen houses, the rent collection alone would be enough to support the whole family for a lifetime.

    The landlord is in his fifties and is called Sister Zou by the neighbors. The first time I saw such a cheerful person, I hurriedly signed a contract and counted the money.

    "My house is in a good location. The bus station is right outside the door, and the school is just across the street. Many teachers live in this community. You can make money!"

    Jiang Wang looked at the dark and dirty room like a rough house, and did not sign immediately.

    "Is it powered."

     It's nice to live in when you pack up.”

     "Don't look at the room without a bed or a refrigerator, but the lighting is good!"

    Jiang Wang scolded with a smile in his heart, and wrote his name in two strokes.

    "But there's a sentence ahead," the fat woman's expression suddenly became solemn: "I don't care what profession you do, don't bring any nonsense people into the house, you know what I mean Bar?"

    "Not that hobby."

    There are two types of units in the Tongzilou. He lives in a small two-bedroom in the corner. The large windows are good for light and sound insulation is poor. Even with the windows closed, you can hear the horns of the hawkers.

    The smart touch screen machine was immersed in water for too long and lost the chance of rescue. It was thrown into the drawer of the small broken table and almost stabbed a spider's nest.

    Thinking about it carefully, he has to finish primary school with himself in this house, or maybe he has to save money for himself to go to university.

    …I’m for myself, fuck.

    Jiang Wang rubbed his brows, grabbed the key and went out.

    The gates of Hongshan Elementary School opened at 4:30 in the afternoon, and a group of mud dog-colored children rushed out.

    Peng Xingwang probed his head when he came out with his homework in his arms, and when he turned his head, he saw a tall, dark-faced man among the white-haired grandparents.

    "Mr. Ji—he's here!" Peng Xingwang quickly shook his hand and motioned the teacher behind him to look over there.

    Jiang Wang was originally quarreling with a bunch of over-energized **** and wanted to hold a machine gun. When he heard Peng Xingwang's voice, he raised his head and found that the child was leading a young teacher over, and the conditioned reflex took a step back.

    "So here you are, are you a family member of Peng Xingwang?" The young man let the child hold him tightly, and smiled with shallow dimples on his cheeks: "I am his English teacher, my surname is Ji. "

    Jiang Wang refused to look into his eyes and nodded.

    "Go home."

    "Wait a minute," Teacher Ji said gently: "This child has been lacking...care, is it convenient to leave a contact information?"

    Peng Xingwang sighed in relief as he watched the two exchange contact information.

    In this way, even if I was sold off by the police uncle, I can find it, ok.

    A group of children, like SpongeBob SquarePants, took turns saying hello to the teacher, Jiang Wang said a few simple goodbyes, and led Peng Xingwang into the crowded small stationery store next door.

    Children's attention is not on the spinning top of spicy ice cream.

    "Are you afraid of Teacher Ji?"

    Jiang Wang glanced at his youthful face, his voice was very low.

    "Don't be afraid."

    "Mr. Ji is the most beautiful teacher in our school!" Peng Xingwang looked happy: "He sings very well, and he never kills us!"

    …so you stick to people all day long.

    Jiang Wang squinted his eyes and didn't say what he disliked.

    "Go and pick a schoolbag. If you lack a book and ruler, buy it quickly."

    Peng Xingwang refused to stop this topic, and said very seriously: "Brother, I like Teacher Ji very much. Do you like him too?"

    “…”

    When he led Peng Xing back to the guest house, Jiang Wang glanced at the garbage truck several times.

    It's strange, I usually don't speak without speaking, is this tickler picking up the wrong person?

    The child didn't notice the adult version's urge to throw people, and jumped for a long time with a new schoolbag and a little yellow hat on his back.

    "If we didn't live in a guest house, would it be like a family?"

    He felt that the eldest brother was actually not bad.

    It's better to go anywhere than to go back to Dad, at least not to be beaten.

    The red light turned green, Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to twist the upright little yellow hat he was wearing, and strode forward.

    "Already have a house."

    "I'll clean up tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you move in."

    The two drank dumpling soup and cabbage and pork fried dumplings downstairs in the guest house together.

    The table in the guest house is also equipped with a lamp, which is much better than the children's previous learning conditions.

    Peng Xingwang muttered while doing arithmetic, Jiang Wang sat behind him and flipped through the newspaper.

    Flip a few pages and put it down.

    "How about you change your name later."

    When he was born, the family name was very perfunctory, but it was actually called Peng Xingwang.

    The meaning is to look forward to the continuous incense of the old Peng family and the prosperity of the ancestors.

    The relatives who still studied couldn't stand it, and said that the peasants called it this bad name, and they chose the two words slightly, and then they became Xingwang.

    When he was fifteen years old, he joined the army in advance with special sports recruiting.

    At the time of birth, the household registration was loose, and small towns did not particularly care about this. Just get a new form and complete it.

    He didn't have the slightest memory of this city or his origin, he lied that his mother's surname was Jiang, and changed his name again.

    I will forget, it is best to forget it.

    Peng Xingwang was still struggling with the four arithmetic operations, and it took him a long time to react.

     "Huh? Change to what?"

    Jiang Wang suddenly laughed.

    "They call you Wang Zi in school, aren't you angry?"

    "Don't be angry." Peng Xingwang sat on the high chair and swayed his feet, as solid and lively as a little Labrador: "They all think I smell bad, so they can scream My name is fine."

    Jiang Wang was about to train him when PHS beeps beeping in his pocket.

    This phone has a number stored.

    Jiang Wang's eyes sank, and he went to the balcony.

    "Hello, is this Mr. Jiang?"

    "Hmm."

    "I'm Teacher Ji, let's meet this afternoon."

    Jiang Wang looked down at the distance smeared by the dim yellow light, and did not speak for a long time.

    "Peng Xingwang's family... You said you have a basic understanding."

    "If it is convenient, please take him to the hospital for a physical examination to confirm whether he is healthy."

    The man's voice is clear and smooth, as if he will always keep a bit of gentleness towards the world.

    "I've been thinking about him."