After the meal, the two of them were not idle. The one holding the broom took the broom, and the one holding the rag took the rag. The two of them worked together to finish Chu Mu's unfinished cleaning.
The whole house, not to mention a new look, was also obviously much tidier. It was not until the curfew time that Xu Yuan had to leave.
The courtyard has once again returned to its former tranquility.
It was late at night and people were quiet. It was time for sleep, but Chu Mu was never idle.
Studying and practicing martial arts seemed to take up all Chu Mu's energy.
Reading is just for literacy and to better integrate into this era.
For Chu Mu, martial arts training is the real sustenance.
Although those sword skills have "spiritual value", Chu Mu doesn't know if they can produce anything.
But at the moment, this sword technique is undoubtedly the only thing Chu Mu can place his hope on.
After all, no external force can be as powerful as his own, not to mention that he currently has no external force to rely on...
The rather heavy blade bloomed in this house again. Without the "spiritual blessing", it was a little less wanton and sharp, a little more clumsy. Only the divine light in the eyes remained the same as before. Seriousness and concentration.
This time, Chu Mu practiced for a little longer. He practiced the sword technique back and forth more than ten times. His sore body felt weak again, and Chu Mu could no longer stop.
After martial arts, naturally comes literature.
After studying hard in school for a day, I can't say that I gained a lot, but I also learned a lot of words. If I don't review it and just go to sleep like this, I won't be sure how much I will remember when I wake up tomorrow morning.
The candlelight in the bedroom flickered, and the figure with his head bent over the desk stretched out under the candlelight. It was not until late at night that the candlelight was barely extinguished.
One night... it was peaceful, and in the early morning, Chu Mu woke up naturally.
The morning is still cold, but the flow of people on the street has not decreased much. People at the bottom are trying to make a living and have no right to dislike the weather.
In the room, Chu Mu also got up early and changed into the armor of the inspection department.
It is said to be armor, but it is just a thick cyan cotton-padded jacket. However, the cotton-padded jacket has obviously been specially treated and feels hard. There are also some iron pieces embedded in the inner jacket, so the defensive power should be pretty good.
The only advantage of wearing this armor seemed to be that the armor was bloated, making his thin body seem a little stronger.
The figure reflected in the bronze mirror, the young man holding the knife, seems to be a bit more heroic.
After his eyes were fixed for a moment, Chu Mu smiled inexplicably, shook his head, and walked out the door.
According to what Xu Yuan said yesterday, the day shift of the Inspection Department starts at midnight every day, which is around seven o'clock in the previous life. After midnight, everyone performs their duties.
It was still early, so Chu Mu was not in a hurry. He ate a bowl of steaming meat noodles from a street vendor and filled his empty stomach. He felt much more comfortable.
The inspection office's office is located in the south of the town on the side of the mine, not far from Chu Mu's house. Chu Mu's house is located in the center of the town, not far from anywhere in the town.
About a quarter of an hour later, Chu Mu also arrived outside the inspection office.
Compared with the grandeur and majesty of the county inspection department in the memory of the original owner, this inspection station is obviously much worse.
There is a three-character plaque hanging on the inspection station, and there is no one guarding the door. After entering, there is a large open space. Swords, guns, swords and halberds are displayed under the eaves on one side of the open space, and stone piers of different sizes are piled in the corners.
In the memory of the original owner, this martial arts training ground was almost a decoration, and they would gather here at midnight every day.
What I saw in front of me was very similar to the scene in the memory of the original owner, and there was no difference.
"Chu Mu!"
While Chu Mu was observing the inspection station, a shouting sound interrupted Chu Mu's thoughts.
"Captain."
Chu Mu turned around, and a middle-aged man with a mustache came into view. Chu Mu quickly clasped his fists and made a sound.
The person who came was none other than the team leader who had helped Chu Mu come to confirm his inspection duties a few days ago. His name was Wu Shuo, and he was also his father's boss at the inspection station.
According to the establishment of the inspection office, the most basic organization is the team. Above the team, there are corps, and above the team, there are hundreds of households. The Wu Shuo in front of us is in charge of a corps in this inspection office. The status is not low either.
"Has the matter at home been taken care of?"
Chu Mu responded quickly: "Go back to the corps commander, we have finished handling it. I am here to go on duty today."
"If you don't come, I'll have to send someone to hurry you up. Our inspection station is very short of people right now."
"Come on, come with me to register first, and I'll arrange things for you later."
Wu Shuo waved his hand, looking obviously worried as he took steps.
Chu Mu's heart skipped a beat. At this time, it was difficult to say anything. He tried his best to maintain the original owner's withdrawn temperament and silently followed Wu Shuo, following step by step.
The inspection office's yamen is not big. After passing the martial arts field, there is the main hall, and then there are several rooms on the left and right. After that, there is the backyard, which is also the residence of hundreds of households in the inspection office. It is obviously not an ordinary inspection. Able to enter.
Following Wu Shuo's wandering around, after registering at the main registrar's office in the side hall, and then returning to the lobby, it was almost early in the morning, and there were already many people inspecting the yamen.
"Okay, stop chatting, everyone from the third team is here!"
Wu Shuo walked to the front of the hall and shouted, and the patrol officers gathered in twos and threes on the martial arts field gathered in front of the hall.
After the inspection team gathered, Wu Shuo looked around and finally looked at a bearded man at the front of the line:
"Li Gang, this guy's name is Chu Mu. He just registered today and will follow your team first."
"good."
The strong man looked at Chu Mu with his big copper bell-like eyes. After looking up and down, he looked at Wu Shuo and responded with a loud voice.
Seeing this, Chu Mu hurriedly walked down the steps in front of the hall and walked quickly to a row of bearded men.
The inspection teams were quietly and quietly, with different expressions, some were careless, and some were expressionless. Of course, most of them were like Chu Mu, who was vaguely worried about facing a new environment and a new life.
More than a thousand corvees were escorted, and Qinghe County recruited nearly a hundred patrol inspectors, but the result was that they disappeared quietly.
The county government's compensation for the families of those who died on duty inspections is monetary compensation and job appeasement. These days, the most indispensable thing in each inspection station is new faces. The Nanshan Inspection Station is huge, so there shouldn't be too many new faces. .
These new faces undoubtedly have the same identity as Chu Mu.
Even though he had been a man for two generations, Chu Mu could not hide his uneasiness at this time.
It took him nearly ten days to adapt to that small house when he first arrived. Now, it seems to have become a safe harbor in his heart.
But now, he has stepped out of that safe haven and into an almost completely unfamiliar environment...
What does the future hold?
As the morning sun rose, Chu Mu pursed his lips, his thoughts racing...
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