MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 7

"The average score of my works now is 87, about every ten works will have a master level of 90 points. According to the system standard, it is an unstable quasi-master level. That is to say, According to the actual standard, I should have reached the level of a master craftsman, but it is still unstable, and there is no guarantee that every work can meet the standard, so one of the conditions for customs clearance, becoming a master craftsman will take a certain amount of time."

Qingchuan drew a line on the white paper.

"The second condition of customs clearance is that thousands of people admire it, and it is well-known in the whole country. It is good to say that it is well-known in the whole country, because it is a neutral word with a positive meaning, but it is admired by thousands of people. If it is a craftsman, I am afraid It's very difficult. Even Mozi has to first publish a theory and establish a school to achieve such prestige. It is necessary to find another way."

He wrote two words at the back: Wen, Wu.

The hero is forbidden by force. The prosperity of martial arts is usually based on two possibilities: one, the imperial court is weak, and the wind and rain are indistinct; Based on Qingchuan's three-year experience of living here, there were no natural or man-made disasters, and he had never heard of a traitor in power or an invasion by foreign enemies. Therefore, the situation should be the second.

Ordinary people and martial arts people seem to be separated by a line and do not interfere with each other. If you follow the line of martial arts, according to the number of martial arts practitioners, you must be the overlord of one side, and have made great contributions to martial arts, or be very upright and moral, in order to reach the level of admiration of thousands of people.

Tsk, if nothing else, at the age of seventeen, unless he is gifted with extraordinary talent, has an extraordinary skeleton, and is a great genius that is hard to emerge in a century, or he has eaten some panacea, a genius treasure, Or let a master master master master to open up the second meridian of Rentong and empower the whole body, otherwise there is little hope.

Then I have to go the line of writing, which is the imperial examination. Qingchuan is still quite confident in the examination. He has never been a scumbag. Even if the liberal arts are not good at science, but he has started the examination now, and he will always be able to pass the examination in ten years. of. If it is on the southern side, a county with a population of tens of thousands, if you do more things that benefit the country and the people, there is a high probability that it will be admired by 10,000 people in your lifetime.

In this era, there is no rule that craftsmen cannot take scientific examinations, but reading is still difficult. The provincial capital has high consumption and high school fees. Qingchuan went to inquire about it. The annual cost of repairing is about six taels. Even if a city citizen has a little money at home, it is enough to send a child to school. Both are very good. reluctantly.

Money is good, he just made a lot of money. It is mainly in the literati circle. Even if you are a teacher, you don’t have to pay for admission. Many good schools have to be recommended by someone. If the recommendation is not enough, you have to take the entrance exam, four books and five classics, and you will have a chance after passing it. There are also age restrictions, for example, if you are over thirteen, you will not be accepted.

A craftsman's child in Qingchuan is too old to go to a better school.

"System, can the virtual classroom be virtualized? For example, the Great Confucian Academy or something?"

"Yes." The system said, "However, this 'non-specified type' virtual classroom earns 100 credits per hour, think about it."

The master classroom of the clay sculptor is only 30 points per hour, and 100 points per hour is really expensive. But Qingchuan thought of the main task that must be completed, and the nearly 10,000 points he had accumulated in a short period of time, "Confucianism is useful in most ancient Chinese societies, and this is not a one-time thing. value."

The system means that the host is willing to do it, especially the Buddhist system.

In fact, it is not necessary to complete the main quest, but the system tells him that if he wants to move to the next world, he needs to buy a travel fee and one million points. This happens to be the points earned for completing the main quest. If Qingchuan was allowed to hold a clay figurine to accumulate so many points, he would probably be able to hold it for fifty or sixty years.

Having a goal and a path, the next thing to do is to stick to it.

Qingchuan was already very busy. During the day, he had to guard the shop while making clay figurines. At night, he had to take a clay figurine master class. Now he still has some time to practice calligraphy and memorize the Four Books and Five Classics. In the evening, he has another one-on-one teaching course of great Confucianism, and an additional course of writing words every six days. Fortunately, classes take up sleep time, so I don't delay my work during the day.

30 points for a clay figurine class, 100 points for a Confucianism class, and 130 points for a night. Qingchuan fell asleep listening to the sound of burning money every day.

He thought about not wasting time on opening a store, he had to set aside time for entertaining customers to pinch clay figures to earn points, so he found an intermediary to introduce a guy. The clay figurine shop is small, and one guy is enough, that is, the guy needs to know some words and arithmetic, which is a little higher, and the monthly salary is also high, and he gets one or two or four coins.

Qingchuan said yes, in addition to the monthly basic salary, he also gave him a performance bonus, the more he sold, the more he got.

The guy followed him for a month as an intern. Qingchuan looked at him very diligent, but he was a shy child who was not so eloquent. He was satisfied, and decided to close the shop today, and let the man manage the shop by himself tomorrow.

It's already dark, now it's late autumn, it's getting dark early. Qing Chuan packed the small box where the money was placed and was about to close the door. Before closing, the clay figurines on the shelf were to be taken down one by one and placed in boxes, covered with white linen, and placed one by one the next day. The guy knew that these clay figurines were valuable, and they took it very carefully. Qingchuan was in charge of one side, and the guy was in charge of the other side. The two of them hurry up and go home before dark.

Qingchuan is holding a snail, which is one of the works with the highest scores so far, and sighs that the pearl is dusty. A tall shadow fell on him, completely blocking the sunset that the little shop could see.

The one who came was the young master of the Jin family who had met twice, Qingchuan immediately remembered. The imposing manner of the other party is too special, like a sharp sword that would rather be bent than bent. It is too strong and murderous, and even standing and not talking is very stressful. Qing Chuan even felt that the **** aura on the other party's body was heavier, almost covering the smoke and dust in the store. Just looking at it, he felt a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Because of the material, Qingchuan has seen the most vicious murderer, but even the most notorious murderer, there is no such condensed blood.

How many people did this kill...

The people around you have avoided it. Even the guys were too busy to retreat to the back.

"I don't know which clay figurine the guest officer likes?" Qing Chuan asked.

He looked at the snail in Qingchuan's hand.

"This?"

He nodded slightly, very little, like an illusion.

"You really have a vision." Qingchuan sighed and wrapped the snail in a box.

He took the box, put down a tael of silver, and left.

One, the young masters of the Jin family are killed one by one, which is really scary."

Qing Chuan touched the patterned silver and rubbed the pattern on it with his fingers. His expression became a little strange, and he looked a bit like the person who had just left. However, he was born with a pleasing baby face, which softened the sharpness.

After handing over the buying and selling of the clay figurine shop to the man, Qingchuan hired a kiln burner to help him burn the clay figurines. Since they only burn once every two months, the wages are not very high. He also went to a nearby village that produced good mud to buy mud, and asked them to filter the stones and dead branches and leaves first.

In this way, one-third of the time he saves is used for making clay figures, and two-thirds for reading and writing. The volume of clay figurines has increased by 30%, but the provincial capital is so large, and the clay figurines are not a necessity for daily life.

At this time, the good karma formed earlier came into play.

Because they made money by traveling to the northwest, the original merchants stopped traveling long distances. They sold groceries in the county. These extra clay figurines were sent to their shop, and the wholesale price was given to them, just enough to absorb the extra portion.

When the points were consumed from five digits to four digits, it was already in the early spring of the second year. The great Confucian of the virtual classroom said that he could go off to test the water. Tong Sheng’s level was stable. Scholars can also try, and there are six levels of opportunities. Most of the Xiucai exams require rote memorization, and the interpretation and expansion of the exam questions are not as deep as those of the examiners. Qingchuan’s memory and understanding in this life are slightly better than ordinary people, plus he is quite hardworking and has one-on-one teaching from famous teachers. Only then can he catch up. .

Qingchuan was determined to try the water. He was so old, if he had the identity of a child, those excellent teachers might be able to accept him as a student. But wanting to take the exam is not so simple, it needs two recommended places for scholars, most people will have a teacher to handle it for them, but Qingchuan can't.

He inquired about a few talented people who were soft and easy to talk, and those who were more realistic and willing to sell famous posts, to see if they could play the pity card or send some gifts to get the exam places.

There is not much time left for the township exam, and Qingchuan has to make a few preparations.

On this day, he bought a set of celadon writing toys from the system, and some other elegant gifts, and plans to visit a scholar's house tomorrow. A place like the provincial capital is also a major province for imperial examinations in the south, and there are as many talents as stars, but it is not easy to find a few possible candidates. For those scholars who have a family, their places are reserved for the younger generation of the same clan, and there are few scholars who do not have a family.

While carefully packing in a plain box, Qingchuan suddenly heard a sound in the yard. Originally thought it was a passing wild cat, but the tall and thin shadow was projected on the window paper, Qing Chuan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took out the bow and crossbow.

Could it be a thief?

The oil lamp hasn't been blown yet, which is too frustrating.

'Bang bang bang'. The shadow swayed from the window until it reached the door, followed by a rhythmic knock on the door, three times like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, a pause, and three more.

Huh?

In the middle of the night, the yard door is still closed, who would go over the wall to knock on the door?

In Qingchuan's house, only the kiln workers will stay for two days when they come to burn the kiln, and it is very deserted on weekdays. The neighbors around him are far away, and they are not the kind of enthusiastic people. They haven't gotten to know each other for a few years, and they don't have any friends on weekdays, so who is it?

"Who?"

"Me."

This was the voice of an unfamiliar and clear young man, Qing Chuan was sure that this was not someone he was familiar with. He put the box under the table, hesitated, walked over slowly, and pushed the door open a crack.

The face with black backlight and a ray of moonlight imprinted in his eyes, Qingchuan was taken aback. He seldom had such an exaggerated expression, but this time it was indeed very unexpected, and there were a lot of questions in his mind in an instant.

Why is he here?

What's up with him?

He was looking for him?

How did he know about it?

"You..."

People outside the door didn't seem to want to come in, even if Qingchuan opened the door, he still blocked the door, his expression was very strange, it was hard to describe, but his voice was as cold as ice jade, "I am tonight. I have an appointment with someone, if the third watch does not come to you, please go here and collect the body for me." He mentioned a place, a forest not far from here.

Qing Chuan looked up at him suddenly.

A person who has met three times and never even said a word, looking for him to collect the body in the middle of the night?

"You don't know who I am, and I don't know who you are, but I know that you are the one who can send me a game. I know it at the first sight of you."

The young master surnamed Jin took out a scroll of brocade and silk, "I don't have anything good on me, only a sword and this scroll, if you don't practice martial arts, just take it to keep fit. "As he said that, he put the thing in Qing Chuan's hand, and the stance of buying and selling by force was as rogue as the system.

"Hey." Qing Chuan stopped him, he turned to look at Qing Chuan, his expression was fierce, but his eyes were cold. Qing Chuan was stared at by that gaze. For some reason, he couldn't refuse, and his words changed, "Your name... Forget it, tell me when you come back."

The young man walked into the yard, and his toes floated away a little, and his movements were silent, and could not be lighter than the breeze. As an ordinary person in this world, Qingchuan was the first time he saw such an exquisite movement technique, and Diao Weiya was a few blocks away from it.

"But why did he come to me... to collect the body?"

Did I lose my memory when the system failed? What did I miss? Why did he ask you to collect the body? Is he going to commit suicide?"

Qing Chuan didn't answer at all, closed the door again, sat on the stool, fingers clasped on the table, as if thinking.

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, where did I show traces, so that he thought I could collect his body."

"Huh?" The system is unknown. Therefore, it is not that humans can upgrade themselves. Even after so many years, it is still very difficult to face the world.

"What traces? Is there anything on you?" The system at this time seemed particularly stupid.

Qing Chuan laughed, still with the baby face, but it felt completely different from usual, not innocent at all, cute, shy and soft, like an adult in the skin of a teenager. Even if the system knew that he was an adult, he almost got goosebumps when he saw this smile--if the system had goosebumps.

"As soon as they met, I decided to let me collect his body. It's really crazy."

"What about you?"

"It's only for one night, I can afford it. Just think it's me who has a sudden kindness... You know, human beings will go crazy a few times in their lives."

"How could you do such a meaningless thing? Not like you. You are special to him. You know each other? When?"

A person who has been here for three or four years and can't get acquainted with his neighbors, a guy who thinks that interpersonal communication is a waste of time and meaningless, and actually stays up late when he is visiting a scholar? You must know that the invitation has been sent out, you can't change the time arbitrarily. Staying up late will cause your face to be bad and lack of concentration. This is simply chaos.

"No, I just met three times, and this time I only met four times. I talked once, but I can't say friendship."

"Huh?"

The system is even more confused, but Qingchuan is reluctant to explain.