Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 22 You committed the murder
"Master Liu, this is the tuition for the two of us brothers."

Zhong Lin took Xiao Shitou by the hand and respectfully saluted Master Liu in front of him.

The purpose of making money is to learn to read, and learning to read is for the purpose of practicing martial arts. The order cannot be changed, so after breakfast this morning, the two came to Master Liu in the south of the city to learn to read.

Master Liu was a middle-aged man in his forties, thin, with no flesh on his cheeks and a very finely trimmed beard on his chin. He was dressed in a long green gown, and his scholarly air made people respect him.

Master Liu glanced at the silver and pork on the table, nodded, and said, "At your age, you still admire the way of the sages. Very good. Can you bring your pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

"Bring it."

"Very good, go sit down!"

"Yes."

Zhong Lin took Xiao Shitou and walked into the classroom consciously, and then sat at the desk at the end of the classroom.

This classroom was converted from Master Liu's home. The tables and chairs were arranged in a row, and when all of them were together, there was room for eighteen people.

As soon as the Zhong Lin brothers walked in, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room, and a series of laughter emanated from them.

The main reason is that most of those who can read are young children, and the oldest is only eight or nine years old. There is no one like Zhong Lin who is fifteen or sixteen years old and still comes here for children's enlightenment.

"Cough cough!"

A light cough was heard, and the little kids in the classroom were so scared that they sat up straight and looked straight ahead.

"Now, start reciting. I'll read a sentence and you recite it."

"Yes, Master."

"The stars, the sun, and the moon, intersect and race across the sky..."

"The stars, the sun, and the moon..."

Master Liu’s teaching method is very simple. He first memorizes the word, then teaches how to write it, and finally explains the meaning of the word.

Simply put, it is rote memorization.

It was naturally extremely painful for those young children, but for Zhong Lin, it was full of joy. What he lacked now was to systematically learn the language of this world.

I learned ten characters in the morning, and then started writing them, stroke by stroke.

"system."

With a flash of light, a translucent system panel appeared before his eyes.

Host: Zhong Lin

Skills: Archery (max level), Locust Stone (max level), 3D Painting (max level), Calligraphy (beginner)

Skill Points: ∞
Looking at the word "calligraphy" appearing on the system panel, Zhong Lin didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"I haven't learned all the characters yet, so I'll just finish my calligraphy. If that doesn't work, I'll pay a little more this afternoon and see if Master Liu can give me some private lessons."

While thinking, he casually raised his calligraphy to the maximum level. As his sea of consciousness trembled, countless memories flooded into his mind. Now, when he looked at the book in his hand, although he still didn't recognize the words, Zhong Lin knew how to write them to make them more elegant and beautiful.

At noon, with the announcement of the end of get out of class by Master Liu, all the students rushed out of the classroom howling like wild dogs on break free.

Zhong Lin also bowed with Xiao Shitou and then walked back to Tianshui Lane.

When I passed by the East Market, I bought an old goose and planned to stew it at home.

Zhong Lin and his brother had been making a lot of money these days, and they were finally starting to gain weight, no longer as thin as bamboo poles. As soon as they entered Tianshui Lane, they ran into neighbors carrying water. Thanks to Xiao Shitou, everyone in the lane now knew them.

"Dalinzi, what were you doing this morning? Someone from the government office has arrived and told you to come back this afternoon."

Zhong Lin feigned confusion and asked, "Aunt Jiang, what happened? I took Little Stone to Master Liu's house early this morning to pay the tuition. Why would someone from the government come looking for me?"

"Hey! Don't be scared, it's just a routine inquiry. Someone died last night. It's said that three people died at once. Not only did they rob people of their money, they raped them too. It's fine if they rob people of their money, but they raped their wives right in front of their husbands. They're really a piece of shit."

Aunt Jiang, who was in her forties and lived next door to Zhong Lin's family, spoke freely about everything, even telling Zhong Lin how Qin Yong's wife had been killed while lying on the table. She also described how her chest had been bitten and her lower body had been...

The description was as if he were there himself. Zhong Lin was stunned and even wondered if another thief had sneaked in after he left yesterday.

Zhong Lin: “…”

"Aunt Jiang, has the murderer been found?"

"What the hell, it rained so heavily last night, who knows where that damn guy ran off to? There's not even a footprint to be found after the rain, otherwise the government wouldn't have come here to inquire. Find time to go there in the afternoon, and I'll tell them you went out to buy something." Aunt Jiang said.

"Thank you, Aunt Jiang."

"Da Linzi, what do you think about what I told you the day before yesterday? My aunt's neighbor's daughter is really good-looking, with big breasts and a big butt. She looks good at having children, and she doesn't mind that you two brothers don't have parents..."

"Well, Aunt Jiang, I suddenly remembered that I haven't collected the clothes I hung out to dry yet. Let's talk next time, next time."

After saying that, he pulled Xiao Shitou back home as if he was escaping. When he entered the house, he looked like a thief to see if Aunt Jiang was following them.

"Second brother, I think what Aunt Jiang said is right, why don't you just obey!"

Little Stone chuckled.

Boom!
Zhong Lin smacked Xiao Shitou on the head with a slap. "You still dare to laugh at your second brother? Go and write the calligraphy Master Liu gave you ten times."

"Oh!"

After lunch, Zhong Lin walked towards the yamen gate with a normal expression.

Just as Aunt Jiang said, there was no trace left after yesterday's heavy rain. Using ancient identification technology, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to confirm that it was me among the residents of Heishan County. So what was there to be afraid of?

"What?"

Zhong Lin stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Sir, I am a resident of Tianshui Lane. My name is Zhong Lin. I was away when the official came to question me today, so I'm here to report my whereabouts."

The young yamen runner looked Zhong Lin up and down and waved his hand: "Go in, turn left, and don't run around."

"Yes."

Zhong Lin saluted again and walked in from the side door. He walked along the blue brick road and soon arrived at the location indicated by the yamen runner. There were already dozens of people waiting in front.

Zhong Lin consciously stood at the back of the line and listened attentively to the questions coming from the room. They were simple inquiries about whether he had gone out last night, whether he had seen any strangers, etc. They were all simple questions. After asking, he would make a tick in the book and wave his hand to let him out.

Zhong Lin felt relieved and without saying a word, he hid behind the team and waited.

After half an hour, it was finally Zhong Lin's turn and he walked in.

There were three yamen runners in the room. The one questioning was a middle-aged man. Next to him sat a bored young man and an old man who was taking notes.

"You were the one who committed the murder last night, weren't you?"

As soon as Zhong Lin entered the room, the middle-aged yamen runner spoke in a shocking manner.

(End of this chapter)