Pioneering

Chapter 2

"Brother Zhong, why are you carrying a butcher's knife?"

"Recently, the city is not peaceful. I heard that bandits have sneaked in. Many people from Song Yuanwai and Zhang Yuanwai's family died."

"Then why do you need to bring a bag of medicinal materials and prescriptions?"

"The city is not the countryside. With this package of medicinal materials and prescriptions, you and I will be caught by night watchmen or police officers. If you donate a dozen copper coins, you will be able to avoid thirty lashes."

"Oh, me, I just came to Surabaya City not long ago, and I used to be from Zhangjia Village."

Is Qinghe Pavilion Zhangjia Village?
Zhong Ming took out a brown leather wallet from his arms, looked at the "Jiangbei Leather Factory" trademark on it, touched it with nostalgia, unzipped the zipper, took out the silver dollar with "Red Crown Silver Dollar" printed on the front, and handed it to Zhang Xiaowu. said:

"Accept it, I can't let you go back and forth and post some money to honor the night watchman, right? If you can't find me, then I will thank you for your hard-earned money to carry the medicinal materials for me."

The minting technology of the Great Yan Dynasty is indeed much higher than that of the feudal dynasty in the previous life. The minting specifications are roughly as follows:

[-]% copper plus [-]% lead-tin alloy can cast this wear-resistant, strong and bright small copper horn and large copper element;
[-]% silver plus [-]% tin-iron-nickel and other alloys have cast this "red crown silver dollar" with bright color and clear echo;
Seventy percent gold plus thirty percent nickel-silver-tin alloys.It can cast the "red crown gold dollar" that shines brightly and has a deep and long echo.

The weight of coins is much higher than that of Blue Star's ancient times, and [-]% of the fire consumption is returned to the public, which can not only eliminate the bold idea of ​​minting private money among the people, but also make the people willing to use it with superb coinage technology.

The official price of money should be one gold dollar to ten silver dollars, one silver dollar to one hundred copper dollars, and one copper dollar to ten copper horns. Each person can exchange them in a limited amount at the royal bank in the county seat every day based on their household registration.

As far as the black market in Surabaya City is concerned, the price of gold is slightly higher and can reach a maximum of one gold dollar worth twelve silver dollars, but the price of silver and copper is roughly the same as the official price of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Such a stable exchange rate is probably attributable to the fact that the rich minerals in Dayan's territory far surpassed that of the Dragon Kingdom before crossing.

Zhang Xiaowu didn't want to do this thing to collect the hard-earned money from both parties, but thought that at the end of the year, if he couldn't get the filial money from the Goddess of the River, his sister might not be the maid of the Goddess of the River, so he declined. The words were swallowed by the mouth, took the silver dollar, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Zhong."

"There's nothing to thank, you deserve it. It's not too much for you to send a message across half of Surabaya City due to this damn weather.

What the class leader gave was what he gave, and what I gave was what I gave, so just accept it with peace of mind.

Let me ask you, how did the guests react to the troupe's new play recently? "

"Brother Zhong, "Nie Xiaoqian" and "Painted Skin" are very popular!

And the new song you wrote for the music department, even the magistrate is full of praise!

After a show, you can receive a reward of several hundred silver dollars, plus the share of the ticket price, I am afraid that you can have an income of thousands of silver dollars. Our whole village can't grow such a harvest in a year! "

Zhang Xiaowu raised his eyebrows when he mentioned the troupe's new play, obviously there were too many rehearsals for the new play, and he couldn't get more wages but did more work, but he looked proud, how much he had eaten Can the big cake drawn by the class master have this drive?

Chatting with Zhang Xiaowu about the chores in the theater all the way, from the side view, these ancient theater fans have seen enough of the wits, beauties, princes and generals on the stage, and change their tastes to watch the new play of the mountain spirit and ghost fox written by myself. The response was not bad.

Soon, he walked more than half of the distance, passed through Xing'an Square where the rich gathered, and then crossed the southwest corner of Dongping City after the market closed to the famous Qingping Theater.

"Xiao Wu, how long have we been walking this distance? Is the bull market so long?"

Renshi and Niumashi are separated by the road where I often go to the bookstore that publishes erotic novels. I have walked at least seventeen or eight times on this road. It shouldn't be so long. Zensheng in the tea house felt that he had seen him many times.

"Could it be that I met a ghost and hit the wall?"

After the closing of the market, the popularity is thin, and the streets are not illuminated by street lights like in the previous life. There are only a few dim lights of teahouses, inns and brothels scattered from the flagpoles in front of the shops, and the bright red floating lights echo the humming The North Wind is really a good place for ghost movies.

"No, it shouldn't be, Brother Zhong, I'm timid, don't scare me." Zhang Xiaowu looked around, shivering, and couldn't help moving closer to Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming frowned and took out a silver dollar from his wallet, wrote "Fuck" on the ground, and waved to Zhang Xiaowu: "Go, follow me closely."

After a while, Zhong Ming stared at the word "良" on the ground with an ugly face and said, "I'm afraid we have really encountered something."

"Brother Zhong, what should we do?" Zhang Xiaowu was obviously not a stupid person, his face turned pale in an instant, his legs trembled involuntarily, "I, I haven't married a wife yet, I don't want to die. "

"Are you still a boy?" Zhong Ming stared at Zhang Xiaowu and asked.

"I, I," Zhang Xiaowu's face was fused with a trace of shyness amidst the panic: "I'm engaged."

Shet!Are you only fourteen or fifteen years old?He deserves to be so short.It seems that I can only go up by myself.

"Turn around."

"what?"

"Turn over!"

"Ow, ooh."

"Wow~wow." Zhong Ming pulled up his pants comfortably.

"Try walking again, follow me closely!" Zhong Ming strode forward, and the butcher's knife in his hand couldn't help clenching a little more.

Zhang Xiaowu hurriedly followed, and shouted with a bit of tears: "Brother Zhong, wait for me."

After a while, the two finally no longer saw the plaque of "Yunhe Inn".

Seeing that he was about to run out of the cattle and horse market, past the cattle and horse market and then the people's market was the Qingping Theater, but a bunch of shiny objects appeared on the stone road in front of him.

From Zhong Ming's eyesight, it seemed to be a stack of gold coins, at least dozens of gold coins, which shone attractively even under the sparse moonlight.

First the ghost hit the wall, and then came to buy life money?As long as I read less novels in my previous life, I will follow your way!

"Go, hurry up, don't take this stack of money, this money is life-threatening money!" Zhong Ming shouted at Zhang Xiaowu without turning his head, and accelerated his pace by three minutes.

When Zhang Xiaowu heard Zhong Ming's words, he was alerted and ran forward with all his strength, but he couldn't help but cast a glance at the stack of gold coins.

God, how much is this? One mu of good irrigated land is only fourteen or five silver dollars. This stack of money is enough to buy dozens of mu by yourself, right?
With this money, my family can move out of that damned Zhangjia Village and move into the city. I no longer have to worry about my sister being ordered by Mrs. Wang to sacrifice to the river god, and I no longer have to...

Speeding all the way, he could vaguely hear the babbling of the opera building, Zhong Ming couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Feeling that Zhang Xiaowu seemed to be a bit behind, Zhong Ming, who was slowing down, didn't turn his head. When the sound of footsteps got closer, he saw the bulging pockets in his arms from the corner of his eye, so he knew that he must have picked up those gold coins. It's hard to persuade the damn ghost.

"Brother Zhong, why are you running so fast, it's so easy to run~" Zhang Xiaowu's voice was a little shrill.

"Brother Zhong, I have picked up a lot of gold coins. Anyone who sees them will have a share~"

Zhong Ming didn't turn his head back, he looked at the way to the theater, closed his eyes, and ran forward with all his strength.

Your voice has changed. Even if you don't have a golden finger, I know something is wrong with you. You are unprofessional in being a ghost, and you deserve your performance.

Of course, the little help of the Eye of True Sight also made the correct judgment for him.

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Name: Zhang Xiaowu (/ Zheng Xiuxiu)
Race: Human (/Ghost)
寿命：15/65（-1-1-1）

Strength: 0.7 (+7)

Constitution: 0.8 (+8)

Agility: 1.0 (+10)

Spirit: 0.8 (+4)

Talent: None/
Illusion (slightly increased effects of visual and auditory illusions)

Fear field (shock and suppress the target whose spirit is not higher than its own, making its strength, constitution and agility decrease slightly)

Skills: Farming (skilled), carpentry (beginner), curtain making (skilled)/
Embroidery (proficient), butcher knife (proficient), ecstasy (proficient), possession (beginner)

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This person, oh no, this ghost is not suitable for an enemy, 36 moves is the best plan.In a few breaths, Zhang Xiaowu's upper limit of lifespan dropped by 3 years, and he couldn't bear it if he wanted to last longer.

Hua Q, I haven't heard any news of ghosts and ghosts in the past three months. The latest strange thing in the city is a script written by myself. Is it true that I met a ghost after walking too much at night?
Zhong Ming, who had just run two steps, soon felt that he had bumped into something, obviously it was "Zhang Xiaowu", whose agility was more than twice as high as his own, and he thought he was incapable of running past this monster now.

Anger grows from the gallbladder, evil starts from the heart!
Zhong Ming suddenly opened his closed eyes, and slashed obliquely with his backhand towards the place where he bumped into something. The knife came swiftly and fiercely, and with all of Zhong Ming's remaining courage, he slashed fiercely in front of him.

"Aw~huh~" This knife was supposed to hit "Zhang Xiaowu" with every chance, but after hitting something, it turned into a screaming fat pig.

At this moment, Zhong Ming's butcher's knife, which has killed thousands of pigs and dogs, was firmly stuck on the pig's back.

"Brother Zhong, what are you doing? Isn't it good to take the money honestly?"

"Isn't it good to take money?"

"Is it not good!"

Hearing the sharp and deceitful words close to his ears, Zhong Ming really wanted to refute loudly, no, good you￥#@&, venting his fear in his heart by scolding.

But a hand exuding a bone-chilling chill had already touched his shoulder, and it seemed that an infinite chill was transmitted from this hand to his body. His blood was churning on weekdays, and his strong physique that lifted the livestock with one hand was also gone. It became erratic, and I only felt that the connection between myself and my body had become much weaker.

Another stack of shining golden coins appeared in front of my eyes, I bent down unconsciously, my hands couldn't help stretching towards the stack of coins amidst the blurred sounds of "Are you okay", and I was about to pick it up These gold dollars.

As the fat pig that was hacked not far away took its last breath, the crystals in Zhong Ming's mind just happened to turn completely golden.

(End of this chapter)