Three Kingdoms: A Million Soldiers Grown from the Fields

Chapter 2 Household Registration Calculation (Please continue reading)

Both skills have their merits; one allows him to know the effects of most herbs, while the other allows him to accurately diagnose a patient's specific ailment.

However, considering his immediate needs, he still chose to learn about herbs. Even if he knew the symptoms, he wouldn't know the prescription, and even if he asked for the prescription, he wouldn't know the pharmacology. Learning about herbs would allow him to quickly accumulate experience in herbal medicine. More importantly, choosing to learn about herbs didn't mean he would lose the ability to diagnose symptoms. He was only at the first level of medical medicine and only had one skill point. When he reached the second level, he would gain two skill points at once and could also learn to diagnose symptoms.

The complete form requires the combination of two skills.

Soon after arriving in the Three Kingdoms world, he prioritized improving his medical skills. Ancient times were different from modern times; without sufficient medical knowledge, even a simple cold could be fatal.

Even though he had developed the habit of carrying medicine with him after experiencing the lockdown, the medicine in his backpack would eventually run out, and he needed to raise his medical skills to a decent level before those medicines ran out.

Survival skills were improved by constantly building campfires for warmth and gathering plants in the wild. Like medical skills, level 1 survival also offers the choice between water finder and gathering expert. Considering that he was not really doing wilderness survival, he chose the gathering expert skill, which could quickly generate income.

As for agricultural skills, as the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people, and the importance of food is always the top priority. Moreover, the skill effects of homestead farmland are too powerful, and he always feels empty inside if he doesn't learn them.

Furthermore, even if it weren't for this skill, he still needed to improve his agricultural level. After all, he had just transmigrated on his way home from the supermarket after work. At that time, he was torn between corn and pork rib soup and pumpkin soup. Although he ultimately didn't choose corn and pork rib soup, he brought the pumpkin with him. Along with scallions, ginger, garlic, and chili peppers, Zhang Xian believed that these would definitely be very useful in the future.

More importantly, with scallions, ginger, garlic, and chili peppers available, his eating habits don't need to be changed too much.

He had made up his mind that he would not easily participate in any competitions before all his skills reached level five.

The most important thing right now is to obtain a household registration in this era, and then earn money to buy some land for skill training and future preparations.

The location was naturally near a small mountain village. Firstly, it would allow them to maintain a good relationship with Zhao Yun, and secondly, the journey from the small mountain village to Zhen Ding County was only three hours on foot, and it would be even faster with a horse!

Upon hearing that his brother Xian had confirmed he would return to the small mountain village, Zhao Yun, who had been somewhat dejected, immediately regained his energy.

"That's a deal, Brother Xian, you can't leave without finishing the story!"

"Well! So you can't bear to part with the storybooks, huh!" Zhang Xian closed his panel, feigned annoyance, and raised his hand to slap Zhao Yun on the back of the head.

Having practiced martial arts for two and a half years, Zhao Yun's reaction was far superior to Zhang Xian's, and the two were soon chasing and fighting on the country road.

Laughter and chatter echoed through the small mountain village.
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The small hill outside the small mountain village.

This mountain is not called Changshan. To be precise, Changshan is not a mountain. It was renamed Changshan County to avoid the taboo of Hengshan County.

Changshan is located in Hebei Province, and its terrain is flat, a typical plain.

The mountain outside the small village really is just a small mountain.

Zhao Yun's master, Tong Yuan, lived halfway up a small hill, where there was a fairly large flat area.

Thanks to Zhang Xian's previous treatment, Tong Yuan has also been teaching him martial arts. However, he has a lot to learn, so he usually comes here to study at dusk.

It can only be said that he is a martial artist who has trained someone like Zhao Yun. In just seven or eight days, Zhang Xian has almost maxed out his level one combat skill.

There were several thatched huts, and in front of the huts was a large patch of flat ground where dozens of common tools for training physical strength, such as stone locks and stone hammers, were stacked.

At this moment, Tong Yuan, with his white hair and beard, was instructing a young man about the same age as Zhao Yun in martial arts.

"Your waist is too loose! Your arms are too straight! Your power is too scattered! Practice again!" "Yes, teacher!"

The young man was covered in sweat, his muscles trembling slightly, but he remained upright and practiced his marksmanship with all his might despite Tong Yuan's reprimands.

Looking at the hardworking young man, Tong Yuan's eyes showed a hint of disappointment. After teaching Zhao Yun, he had become more demanding of his disciples with ordinary aptitude. Although he knew this was wrong, he couldn't help but use the same standards he had set for Zhao Yun to teach his disciples.

Zhang Xian, who came a few days ago, opened his eyes even wider.

"It's a pity he's getting on in years." Tong Yuan shook his head with slight disappointment: "If he had come a few years earlier, he might have become a powerful and domineering figure."

"teacher!"

"Teacher Tong!"

One after the other, one tall and one short, Zhang Xian and Zhao Yun arrived at Tong Yuan's side one after the other.

Seeing Xiahou Lan practicing diligently on the ground, Zhang Xian waved to him and cheered him on: "Keep it up, Lan-di! We'll have roast chicken when you're done!"

Zhao Yun, standing nearby, echoed his words, encouraging him: "Eat roast chicken, eat roast chicken, fragrant kiln-roasted chicken, Alan, you better be spirited, don't embarrass us!"

Hearing the two encouraging him, Xiahou Lan's previously somewhat listless spirits were suddenly rekindled, though it was unclear whether the roast chicken or something else was the reason for his renewed enthusiasm.

After all, the roast chicken made by Zhang Xian was simply delicious.
Seeing the two acting strangely, Tong Yuan gave Zhao Yun a light tap on the head, but there was no blame in his eyes. Since Zhang Xian arrived, Zhao Yun's personality had become a little more cheerful than before.

This is a good thing. The old Zhao Yun was good at everything except that he was too quiet.

"Zixu, Yun'er must have called you here to tell you the reason, right?"

Tong Yuan waved to Zhang Xian, who then walked towards the thatched hut, where there was a couch with fabric laid out for people to rest.

Zhang Xian naturally followed. Zixu was a courtesy name he chose himself, meaning the rising sun shining brightly and radiantly, echoing the name Xian to express his expectations.

He plopped down on the corner of the couch, but his feet were still on the ground, while Zhao Yun went off to spar with Xiahou Lan on his own.

Tong Yuan was used to it; he was a martial artist, and his manners were not as particular as those of a scholar.

"Teacher Tong said that what would it take to get me registered as a resident?"

After the two sat down, Zhang Xian asked directly.

Tong Yuan nodded and said, "A few juniors came to visit today and brought some news from Zhen Ding County."

Zhang Xian listened attentively. He knew that Tong Yuan had some reputation among martial artists, and many wandering knights would come to visit him and often bring him food and other necessities.

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