My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 71 Preparation
If you want to practice the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Spell, you need to consider the issue of feeding the Five Ghosts Bag.

The bag is not opened often, and a full meal can last a long time.

If you open the car frequently, you need to constantly feed it fresh meat.

Back in Qingshan County, to make money, he spent a period of time pretending to be a fisherman by the Bailang River.

Now that he's right outside Luohe, he doesn't dare to arrest anyone.

First there was the long-haired woman by the river, then the red ghost ship at midnight. Chen Mu is now allergic to rivers and dares not stay long, for fear of encountering ghosts and monsters again.

Thinking of this, he looked out the window at the small pond surrounding the pavilion.

The pond connecting to the Luohe River was one of the reasons why this house was chosen.

The pond and the Luohe River are connected by five or six large bamboo poles buried underground.

It ensures the flow of fresh water and also allows some small fish to enter.

It's fine to eat by myself every now and then, but feeding it to the Five Ghosts Bag is just a drop in the ocean.

……

The next day, Chen Mu disguised himself and went to Taipei.

They found a pottery shop and ordered one hundred large water vats in one go.

The water tank is one meter in diameter and about 1.3 meters high.

By the time the shops had sourced their goods from various places and delivered them one after another, it was already evening.

One hundred water vats were piled up in the yard, and even though they were stacked on top of each other, they still took up most of the yard.

After a quick dinner, Chen Mu saw the other party off amidst Jie Jia's strange gaze and returned to his room to rest.

When the night was deep and quiet, Chen Mu quietly came to the courtyard.

After jumping onto the roof and confirming that no one was around, I walked to the pond under the pavilion.

"Let's do it!"

He wants to dig a larger channel in the pond to make it easier to catch live fish.

First, block the bamboo pipe that originally connected to Luohe River, and then use the Five Ghost Bag to move the pool water away.

Then they dug diagonally from the bottom of the pond towards Luohe River.

Black smoke billowed at the bottom of the pool, and layers of mud vanished into thin air. Every meter or so they dug, they would insert a water tank with its bottom cut off, which would then serve as a pipe.

After a busy night, the tunnel was finally dug before sunrise.

The secret passage is four meters underground, and the entire area is over ninety meters long.

Once the last bit of soil was dug away, the Luohe River water rushed into the pond through the channel, quickly filling the dried-up pond.

Staring at the fish swimming faintly beneath the murky water, Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction: "It's done."

……

Fanlou Sihailou in Nanshi.

Inside a private room on the third floor, a group of people were clinking glasses and exchanging toasts.

"Master Zhang truly lives up to his reputation as a hero of Qingshan County. He has only been in Nanyang Prefecture for a short time, yet he has already ascended to the position of Master. He is truly remarkable!" Zuo Sheng raised his wine cup and complimented with a smile.

Zhang Ye quickly picked up his glass, clinked it with his own, drank it, and then waved his hand with a smile: "Young Master Zuo, please don't make fun of me. I know my own limitations."

"It was all by chance, a stroke of luck."

"Although I've become a hall master, my foundation is weak and I lack the authority to command respect. None of the veteran hall masters in the gang look up to me," Zhang Ye said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

Zuo Sheng nodded almost imperceptibly.

Zhang Ye has some redeeming qualities, as he wasn't blinded by power and status.

We can win them over to fight against those old guys in the gang.

"Luck is also a kind of strength. There are so many members in the White Tiger Hall, how come only Hall Master Zhang succeeded in rising to the top? It shows that Hall Master Zhang must have extraordinary abilities." Zuo Sheng continued to flatter.

Zhang Ye waved his hands repeatedly, not daring to be arrogant at all, but instead looking dejected: "I don't know how long I can sit in this position as the hall master."

He thought of that familiar taste from that night.

That psychopath who released the poison is also in Nanyang!
Why don't you go and cause trouble for other people?

Why are you so fixated on me?

It was because that lunatic released sleeping gas that he ruined his deal with Ai Shanfei, and Ai Shanfei plotted against him in retaliation.

Furthermore, with Commander-in-Chief Li Wenlin's large-scale arrests of local thugs and ruffians, the White Wave Gang was targeted for a major crackdown.

This forced them to disband their gang and flee Qingshan County.

The mysterious man reappeared, and he figured it wouldn't be long before he became a laughingstock again. "When did I offend that lunatic?" Zhang Ye lamented more than once in the middle of the night, "Why didn't I kill him when I offended him!"

Zuo Sheng was increasingly satisfied with Zhang Ye's attitude, and his words revealed information about the alliance.

Zhang Ye was overjoyed.

Young Master Zuo is the last disciple of Gang Leader Jin Wuduan. By allying with him, one becomes a staunch supporter of the Gang Leader, and won't have to worry about being ostracized anytime soon.

Both sides were interested in joining forces, and their conversation became increasingly congenial.

The bosses chatted and laughed. In a corner, two of their underlings, Sun Fu and Zhen Fan, a man with small eyes, were also having a lively conversation.

As they chatted, the conversation turned to Zhang Ye's experience in Nanyang Prefecture.

"You arrived in Nanyang Prefecture together with a scholar surnamed Chen?" Sun Fu narrowed his small eyes, concealing his contracting pupils.

“Yes, that scholar is ordinary, but he has excellent cooking skills. He can even make barbecue in the wild look amazing. The taste, tsk tsk…” Zhen Fan’s cheeks were flushed from drinking, and he did not notice Sun Fu’s strange behavior.

Sun Fu feigned curiosity and kept asking questions.

After a while, Sun Fu looked up at his own gang leader and the new leader of the White Tiger Hall.

"I hope nothing bad has happened here?!"

Lin Que sent someone to spy on the scholar surnamed Chen, but he suddenly died. Zhang Ye unexpectedly became the hall master, and now his own hall master has come to form an alliance.

"Could it be that the attack on the White Tiger Hall was orchestrated by these three masters in concert?" Sun Fu's heart skipped a beat.

These three are all from Qingshan County. The other two came with the Zuo family's convoy.

"Hiss..." I can't think about it anymore, or something terrible will happen!

Just then, Zuo Sheng turned around and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Sun Fu felt a chill run down his spine.

Could it be that I secretly investigated that scholar and the head of the hall found out?

Done!

It's not his fault; the high reward was really tempting!
"What should we do?" Sun Fu pretended to be nonchalant and toasted with Zhen Fan.

……

Shanglinfang, Chen Residence.

Jiejia walked into the courtyard and frowned as he looked at the five or six large vats filled with fish placed against the wall.

Several bamboo racks were placed in the shade by the wall, with layers of flat bamboo baskets on them, where black fish and pork floss rice balls were drying in the shade.

I walked up to the pavilion and saw a table full of dishes. Apart from a flavorful cured pork, everything was fish—fried, deep-fried, steamed, and stewed!
He felt like he had returned to Qingshan County.

"How did you catch so many fish?" Jie Jia asked, very curious.

Chen Mu waved his hand weakly: "Trade secrets, not to be disclosed."

He spent the whole day reciting the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Mantra, and now his head is throbbing.

"These are yours." Jie Jia handed Chen Mu a long wooden box.

"A hidden sword?" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.

Upon opening the wooden box, a pair of short swords, each about the length of a forearm and entirely gray, appeared.

“A scabbard isn’t provided, and a hidden sword isn’t suitable with a scabbard,” Jiejia said.

Chen Mu nodded repeatedly, stroking the short sword with obvious affection.

The blade, hilt, and small oval guard are all seamlessly integrated, without any gaps between them.

"Ebony is unique; it only requires special techniques to melt and cast. After being carefully polished, it becomes a top-notch weapon."

“After removing the impurities and losses from that piece of ebony, it will be just enough to forge two short swords.”

Chen Mu casually thrust out.

puff!
With a soft sound, a hole appeared in the stone table in front of him.

This is much sharper than the previous two!

He tossed a cloth bag filled with silver to the armored soldier, and Chen Mu put away his short sword with satisfaction.

With these two powerful tools, Chen Mu's sense of security increased significantly... by one point.

No more.

After all, this thing can't kill ghosts.

(End of this chapter)