As the sun rose and set, Chu Mu slept for nearly a day and two nights. It wasn't until the early morning of the third day that Chu Mu could barely wake up.
Of course, he didn't wake up naturally, but was forced to wake up by the strong feeling of hunger in his belly.
There seemed to be nothing in his stomach, and the pain all over his body seemed to be getting worse. The only good thing was that his strength had recovered a bit, so that walking was not extremely difficult.
The house left by the original owner's father was not very big, and there were no cloisters or pavilions. It was just an ordinary farmhouse with a small front yard surrounded by bricks and stones.
He walked out of the bedroom and staggered to the kitchen. The few cold steamed buns he had left behind now seemed to be Chu Mu's life-saving straw.
This was the first time in this life that Chu Mu had experienced such a feeling of hunger. He wolfed down the food and almost completely ignored the taste of the food, only caring about the feeling of fullness after it entered his stomach.
After several steamed buns were eaten, the hunger finally dissipated a lot. Sitting by the stove, Chu Mu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
This feeling of hunger is really profound. Judging from this feeling of hunger, Chu Mu estimated that he probably slept much more than usual this time, otherwise he would not be so hungry.
"You must pay attention to the spiritual blessing next time."
Chu Mu once again secretly warned himself that although spiritual blessings are good, he must also grasp the limits. If he is too addicted, forgets his own endurance, and has no self-awareness, good things may turn into bad things.
Thoughts were flowing in his mind, and Chu Mu was not idle in his movements. Although his body was still sore, he was still busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner.
Although I had never learned cooking skills in my previous life, I often cooked by myself when I was living abroad. My cooking skills were not great, but it was enough to satisfy myself.
With the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, he worked hard and put several side dishes that looked good on the table.
After another round of devouring, the food was completely gone, and the hunger in his belly completely dissipated.
At this time, the morning sun had risen, and the slightly warm sunshine tore through the morning mist and sprinkled the earth. In the courtyard, Chu Mu paced with some difficulty, eating after the meal and moving his sore body.
That light curtain panel had already appeared in Chu Mu's field of vision.
[Name: Chu Mu. 】
【Skill:
Basic knife skills (first practice for beginners) 30/100]
[Spiritual radiance value: 5.3%]
"The proficiency level has increased by fifteen points..."
Chu Mu thought silently, and he didn't think it was too little. Under the blessing of Ye Linghui, the greatest help to the sword technique was not the dozen points of proficiency, but the complete removal of the incomplete memory that originally belonged to the original owner. After blending into Chu Mu himself, the original strong estrangement disappeared.
This is the biggest benefit of that spiritual blessing.
With his thoughts flowing, Chu Mu walked slowly and finally stopped at the courtyard gate. This house obviously had a long history. The lacquered courtyard door was already somewhat mottled, and the corners of the door were even damaged in places.
Through the courtyard door, you can clearly hear the chaos outside the courtyard. With a harsh creaking sound, the courtyard door that seems to be crumbling slowly opens, and what Chu Mu sees is another world.
Although the house left by the original father is not too big, the location is quite good. It is on the side of the main street of the town, and the bustling market can be seen when opening the door.
The morning fog has not yet completely dissipated. Under the morning sun, the streets are already bustling with people. There are vendors carrying their hawking goods on their shoulders, waiters standing on the street shouting, and dung workers driving ox carts from door to door to collect dung. …
The street life of the people at the bottom of the ancient world was clearly visible to Chu Mu outside this door.
Although this was not the first time he had seen such a scene, Chu Mu could not help but feel dazed every time.
The past life... is really just a past life. Everything only exists in memory and can never be returned!
Chu Mu felt that he should be happy that he no longer had any worries in his previous life. Otherwise, Chu Mu really couldn't imagine such a scene.
After a long time, Chu Mu seemed to come back to his senses, pursed his lips, and slowly turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
The original owner was not from a wealthy family. In addition, the original owner's father was on patrol, so he basically left early and came back late. Sometimes he was busy with official duties and even disappeared for most of the month.
In this way, the bedroom furnishings are naturally simple, with a wooden bed, a cabinet, and nothing else.
Following the memory of the original owner, Chu Mu dug out a small locked wooden box from the cabinet. After opening it, what caught Chu Mu's eyes was a stack of paper "banknotes."
Strange to say, according to Chu Mu’s knowledge in his previous life, the currencies of this ancient society were not all based on precious metals such as copper and silver. Even if there were banknotes, they were mostly used for large-value transactions. Even in the Ming and Song dynasties, " Officially issued and widely circulated banknotes such as "Jiaozi" and "Baochao" have not completely replaced the status of metal currencies.
Compared with a piece of paper that can be issued indiscriminately with the endorsement of credibility, people obviously believe in genuine metal currency more.
But now, according to the memory of the original owner, metal currency has not existed since the original owner had knowledge, and banknotes are all currency.
But the value of this currency is one copper, five coppers, ten coppers, fifty coppers, one hundred coppers, one silver, five silvers, ten silvers...
This division of currency values clearly shows that metal currency must have been the mainstream of currency in the past. It is just that I don’t know which emperor with great talent and strategy crossed the metal currency era and entered the paper currency era of credibility.
From this point alone, it can be seen without doubt that this Da Chu is definitely not any ancient dynasty that he knew in his previous life.
"This banknote is beautifully made!"
Picking up a piece of banknote casually, the touch of the finger came to my heart clearly. It was not the frosted feeling of ordinary paper, but a smooth feeling.
If it were just paper, Chu Mu wouldn't be too surprised. What surprised Chu Mu were the exquisite ink paintings engraved on the banknotes.
Each currency value has different ink paintings, including mountains, water, cities, palaces...
Each banknote can be described as a painting that can be framed.
If it were in the previous life, Chu Mu would not be surprised, but now this ancient society, with its ancient productivity, can produce such sophisticated banknotes, it is really unbelievable.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason. Chu Mu didn't get too entangled. He was just here for the first time. Once he got familiar with it, he would know what he should know.
He picked up a few banknotes and stuffed them into his arms. When he was about to lock the small wooden box again, Chu Mu hesitated for a while, and finally picked up all the banknotes. After carefully stuffing them into his arms, he carefully Checked several times.
This money is the entire property of the original owner, including the pension from the original owner's father.
A total of three hundred and twenty-two silver and sixty-eight coppers. You must know that the original owner held the position of his father and his monthly salary was only eight silver.
Chu Mu was really worried about having such a huge sum of money placed in a wooden cabinet like this.
If it was stolen, he would probably have to drink the northwest wind. The deacon of the patrol department had to pay for meals!
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