One night passed, and in the early morning, the kitchen was filled with smoke, the porridge was boiling in the pot, and the medicinal liquid in the pot was boiling.
In the courtyard, Chu Mu held a long knife in his hand and was swinging it in one move. When his body became slightly warm, Chu Mu still decisively stopped practicing, relaxed his body a little, and walked into the kitchen.
A bowl of white porridge, a plate of pickles, and a few steamed buns made by Chu Mu himself.
Of course, a big bowl of bitter medicinal soup is also indispensable.
After finishing breakfast, Chu Mu picked up the cloth bag containing pen, ink, paper and inkstone... and went out... to go to school.
If Chu Mu remembered correctly, the original owner should be seventeen years old. He started studying at the age of seventeen. He didn't know if he was a late bloomer.
Chu Mu wasn't sure, but he was really ashamed.
Although there are many students about his age in private schools, they are basically students who have studied for many years and are preparing for fame.
Those who have just started to study are basically a group of six or seven-year-old children. Even if they are older, they are only in their early ten years.
Although the original owner was thin and frail, he was a seventeen-year-old man sitting among a group of children, reading the same books and recognizing the same words...
The painting style is disharmonious and the psychology is very shameful...
One day... very long...
At dusk, amid the chatter of a group of children, Chu Mu slowly walked out of the private academy.
Stopping, turning back, and looking at the plaque hanging on the eaves of the door, Chu Mu already recognized these two words.
Mr. Chang's surname is Chang, and the plaque on his mansion is naturally "Chang Mansion".
"Miscalculation."
It's hard to describe the feeling of being in the same class with children for one day at school.
Twenty silver dollars have already been thrown in. If you regret it again, the twenty silver dollars will really be thrown into the water.
Fortunately, today I just came to this private school to experience it. Next, after I received my assignment at the inspection station, I took the time to come to school after my shift, which also avoided the embarrassment of being in the same class with children.
If not, Chu Mu would really consider changing his learning method.
"Learn slowly."
Chu Mu sighed, it is not an easy task to learn to read and write from scratch.
After glancing at the screen panel, Chu Mu was in a much better mood. He concentrated on studying for a day, and his "spiritual radiance value" had skyrocketed by nearly 20%. Calculating this, in a few days, the "spiritual radiance value" can reach the 100% limit.
"You still have to plan well."
Tightening the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, Chu Mu secretly thought to himself that the "Spiritual Glory Value" was hard-earned, and what he was learning now, using the "Spiritual Glory" blessing, was really a waste.
While thinking, Chu Mu stepped forward, facing the afterglow of the sunset, and slowly walked towards his house.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
"Stop dilly-dallying! If you go any slower, you won't even get any food!"
As soon as he walked out of the alley, a few faint shouts came to Chu Mu's ears. He subconsciously looked up and saw that at the end of the street, several patrol inspectors were riding tall horses to clear the way. There were patrol patrols and escorts around, and dozens of people in clothes. Different people were surrounded in the middle, and the scoldings seemed to come from the surrounding patrol.
Such a scene brought out the memory in Chu Mu's mind almost instantly. Chu Mu's face changed slightly, and he silently stepped aside, watching the mighty team leave in front of him.
Chu Mu was naturally familiar with such a scene, and strictly speaking, the original owner was not unfamiliar with it.
The collection of corvee services was an indispensable part of the operation of ancient dynasties.
The scene now is obviously another corvee collection in Qinghe County.
In Nanshan Town, it is even more unusual. The mine is state-owned and all miners are levied as corvees by the county. They rotate every six months, so it should not be too unusual.
In memory, the original owner's father also died due to corvee labor.
It seems that the county conscripted a thousand corvees from Qinghe County to repair the river, and the father of the original owner was one of the people responsible for escorting the corvees.
This was an ordinary business trip, but who could have imagined that it would be gone forever.
Not only the father of the original owner, but also a thousand corvees and the patrols who accompanied the corvees were gone forever.
The news from the county was that there was a sudden flood, with tens of thousands of people killed and injured. None of the Qinghe County corvees survived because the project area was located downstream of the river.
Of course, this is just a notice from the county. No one knows the specifics. For example, no one knows why the inspection team who is only responsible for escorting the corvee would go to the construction site all the time.
After all, Qinghe County inspections are only responsible for escorting inspections to the county. According to the usual practice, the next thing has nothing to do with Qinghe County. Only when the corvee is over, the county will notify the county, and the county will send patrols again. Just go and pick up the corvee and come back.
Something...is obviously unusual...
Chu Mu glanced at the departing corvee team and shook his head secretly. There were more than a thousand lives, and they were all young and strong. Each one of them, in this era, could be said to be the backbone of a family.
For more than a thousand lives to be lost so silently, it is obviously not a small matter for Qinghe County.
For those who died on duty as a patrol inspector, the county government provided him with a large pension, as well as the comfort that his son was taking over his father's duties.
But what about the thousand corvees?
Can they all get proper compensation and comfort?
Judging from the original owner's memories of the county government, it is obviously impossible.
At the height of the current crisis, corvee is still being imposed...
After thinking for a moment, Chu Mu shook his head and suppressed the thoughts. For now, these had little to do with him, a person from another world, and there was no need to ask for trouble.
"It's just that it won't be too peaceful next time..."
Chu Mu looked around the still noisy market, pursed his lips, silently stepped forward, and walked slowly towards home alone.
"Brother Mu!"
After walking a few steps, Chu Mu stopped again when he heard a voice in his ear. He turned around and saw a young man with a green face and a patrol armor trotting towards him.
As usual, after seeing the face clearly, the dusty memories in the mind also emerged.
"Xu Yuan?"
Chu Mu made a somewhat uncertain sound.
"Brother Mu, what are you doing?"
Compared with Chu Mu's unnaturalness, the boy was obviously much more natural. He ran to Chu Mu's side in a few steps and looked at the schoolbag in Chu Mu's hand with a familiar look.
"It's just pens, inks, paper and inkstones, nothing interesting about them."
Chu Mu smiled, and memory and reality finally merged.
Xu Yuan, like the original person, is also a miserable person.
Also, his mother died young and his father served as a patrol inspector. Then his father also died in the task of escorting corvees.
His father had a close relationship with the father of the original owner. The two families were very close, and they were even transferred to Nanshan Town to work. The two families also came together. In this way, the original owner and Xu Yuan were naturally quite familiar friends.
