Pioneering

Chapter 1
"On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, the sorghum is carried on the auspicious day of the zodiac, and the red clothes are carried, one foot and one hatred, cut in a hurry~" The suona sound combined with Huadan's desolate high-pitched voice is creepy.

"Okay~" There was applause from the stage, and the servant took the opportunity to salute to the stands with a silver plate.

The frequent visitors to the Qingping Theater are also rich merchants and bureaucrats from all over the world. Naturally, they don't hesitate to give rewards. After a while, the silver tray is filled with silver notes and gold and silver.

She Zhun, the host behind the stage, had already burst into laughter, and secretly rejoiced that the kindness she showed three months ago was indeed a good person, and if the business continued to be so prosperous, she would be able to open a theater in a year and a half without having to continue to suffer. The [-]% gross profit of Qingping Building can be regarded as a home purchase.

"Zhong Ming, you are really my lucky star."

Recalling the strangely dressed boy with short hair that he picked up beside the official road three months ago, She Zhun thought that he was past his age and had no children under his knees.

This son is quick-witted, and he proposed a set of business methods such as "marketing", "free experience", "flyers", and "monthly card discounts".

Moreover, he is quite good at writing, and the new lyrics and music of the new drama in the class really attracted many curious viewers.

From this point of view, although Boy Zhong doesn't know how to sing opera, he is also a good successor material. The division of "seven elements and seven subjects" proposed for the troupe has really made him manage the troupe much more easily.

Besides, he is also without father and mother, so he shouldn't reject himself, right?
Thinking of this boy's special hobbies, She Zhun was a little uncertain again, and called out the boy who opened the door curtain.

"Xiao Wu, go and run for me and bring Zhong Ming from Zheng Tu."

After finishing speaking, She Zhun stuffed a small handful of copper coins into Xiao Wu's arms, and continued:

"Just say that I want to talk to him about the new script "Wedding Dress", hurry up!"

"Come on, Mr. She, wait a moment, I'll bring you a message." The boy ran to the south of the city in a hurry.

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It is the severe cold and freezing solar terms of March and September. A young man about sixteen or seventeen years old is seven feet five inches tall. His short hair was casually tied with a yellow scarf, and his upper body was bare.

The young man was holding a 200-jin washed fat pig with one hand, frowning as he looked at the animal that was twisting and turning as if he knew it was dying, and with the other hand holding a pole, he walked to Qingshi Next to the desk.

He casually threw the pole behind him, clenched his fist with his right hand and punched the pig's spine hard. After a heavy punch with the sound of breaking the wind, the movement of the fat pig stopped abruptly.

I saw him grab the bloodletting knife on the knife rack beside the chopping board, kneel down on the pig with his left leg, hold the pig's chin with his left hand, straighten it back with force, and aim the bloodletting sharp knife in his right hand at the protruding pig's throat and stab it straight , pierced the pig's heart suddenly, then turned the knife half a circle and pulled it out.

The bright red pig's blood spurted out with the knife, and flowed into the copper basin pre-connected under the chopping board.

He held the pig's chin with his hands, kept shaking the pig's head, and pressed the pig's belly with his left leg to speed up the flow of pig blood in the chest. After a cup of tea, the animal's blood was drained.

After killing the pig, the boy untied the hemp rope that tied the pig, cut a hole more than an inch long on the upper side of the pig's hind leg with a sharp knife, and then stabbed it through the hole with a "stile".

Then he continued to use the stiles to prop up the pig's skin until all the undersides of the pig's skin were fully alive, and then he pulled out the stiles.

Then he took a deep breath, pointed his mouth at the mouth of the pig's hind hoof, and blew forcefully into the pig's body.

The little apprentice next to him tied up the blowing port with a hemp rope at the right time, and then beat the pig's body with a wooden stick beside him.

This operation makes the pig fat and round like a balloon for easy shaving.

The little apprentice watching the stove by the side grabbed a large handful of white salt and put it into the blood basin, then handed the boy a black and slightly greasy towel.

The boy didn't dislike it either, he roughly wiped the blood on his body, and handed it back to the little apprentice.

"Thank you." The boy nodded slightly.

"Where is Master Zhong, this is what I should do."

The little apprentice took the bloodletting knife and stile from Zhong Ming's hand, handed him a razor, and took a pot of hot water with great effort and poured it back and forth several times from the pig's head to the pig's butt.

Repeatedly like this, soon the pot of water was mostly poured down.

Zhong Ming, who was resting for a while, took the razor and shaved off the pig's hair. He put the pig on a wooden frame, changed to a thicker machete, and cut open the pig's belly from the anus. While teaching the little apprentices:
"Be careful not to cut the pig's intestines and belly (stomach), and stop the knife when it reaches the pig's chest diaphragm."

Zhong Ming quickly cut off all the "white water" from the rectum, and immediately cut open the chest cavity to take out the "red water", and rinsed the entire pig cavity with clean water.

Then Zhong Ming changed to a thicker machete, stomped off the pig's head and trotters, and immediately split the spine, and then changed to a right-angle pick knife to cut the flesh, splitting the white-striped pig in two.

So far, the fat pig has been killed, and the rest is Zheng Tu's work on the chopping board.

"Master Zhong is really skilled. After killing such a big pig, his face is not red and he is not out of breath. I don't know if I can be so good in the future."

"Small tricks, not worth mentioning."

"I heard that Master Zhong can still write books. It should be much easier to make a living than killing pigs. Why do you want to kill pigs?"

"Hey, some story-based novels can't make it into the elegant hall."

"That's more profitable than killing pigs, right?"

"That's right. If you have to say why you want to kill a pig, love it! My physique is trained by killing a pig, and I can't develop this ability with light, dance, and writing."

Of course, you can't develop this ability by just killing pigs, you have to die.Zhong Ming looked at his own reflection in the copper basin while thinking.

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Name: Zhong Ming

Race: human

Lifespan: 17/86
Strength: 13.33 (+0.03) (average of normal adult men in the world is 1)

Physique: 9.82 (+0.02) (the average value of normal adult men in the world is 1)

Dexterity: 4.51 (+0.008) (average of normal adult men in the world is 1)

Spirit: 3.45 (+0.003) (the average value of normal adult men in this world is 1)

talent:

The Eye of True Sight (explore the information of the life forms seen in the form of data),

Killing and plundering (must plunder [-]% of the spirit, energy and spirit of the life body that is personally killed, and every talent and skill of the life body that is killed has a [-]/[-] probability of being plundered),

Thick skin (slightly increased skin toughness and thickness, slightly increased physical defense),

Brutality (slightly increased muscle toughness and bone density, slightly increased effect of exerting force),

skill:
写作（熟练176/500）、写曲（熟练103/500）、营销（精通1431/2500）、杀猪刀法（登堂入室2780/12500）、涩图绘制（精通1331/2500）、厨艺（熟练180/500）

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Three months ago, Zhong Ming, who was a street writer, stayed up late to watch the World Cup, but when he woke up in a daze, he appeared in the wilderness in his pajamas, and his body was inexplicably a few years younger.

Fortunately, he was picked up by She Zhun, the troupe leader of the unknown troupe who was driven to Surabaya City, and thanks to Troupe She, he was able to quickly integrate into this plausible ancient feudal society, otherwise he might have fed the beast early.

In addition to being grateful, he also gave full play to his expertise, wrote some novel scripts to Troupe She, and also suggested some modern marketing methods to help the troupe accumulate fame.

This operation made the troupe gain the elegant name of Liqingyuan in just three months, and also settled in the most famous Qingping Theater in Surabaya City.

As for Zhong Ming himself, he also published a few novels through Mr. She's way. With his proficient painting skills and the literary memory of Blue Star, he is quite famous in Sishui County, and even Jiangning Mansion began to spread his words. this novel.

The reason why Zhong Ming, who has little money, came to butcher pigs, and even killed pigs in a short period of time to become a master master who can lead apprentices, it all boiled down to his golden finger.

Ever since he was picked up by the theater troupe, he offered to cook for the theater troupe because he didn't want to eat for free. After killing a live chicken, he realized that he had awakened his natural abilities—the eye of true seeing and killing and plundering.

A strange blue prismatic crystal also appeared in my head or in my spiritual world. As I slaughtered living creatures to plunder attributes, the blue crystal gradually turned into gold.

After more than three months of working as a part-time butcher, the blue crystals may turn completely golden at any time, and it may be the matter of this pig or the next sheep.

As for why I was able to quickly learn the characters and languages ​​of the other world and get rid of the embarrassing situation of pretending to be dumb, I have to thank a certain dead scholar for giving me writing skills...

"Bang bang bang~" Zhong Ming's memory was interrupted by the banging door in the backyard of the butcher shop.

"Who is it?" asked the little apprentice.

"It's me, Xiaowu from Liqingyuan, I have an urgent matter with Brother Zhong Ming." The person outside the door shouted.

"Here we come." Zhong Ming picked up the pig-killing machete, strode to the door, took off the bolt but did not take off the chain lock, and slightly opened a crack in the door. Zhang Xiaowu opened the door to let him in.

"Brother Zhong, Leader She wants to discuss with you about the new script, are you free now?"

"Is it "Wedding Dress"? Well, it is indeed a bit too thrilling. Just wait here, I will ask Zheng Tu for leave."

Pass through the backyard where pigs are slaughtered, and on the right side of the front shop is the residence of Zheng Tu. In recent years, Zheng Tu has handed over the job of slaughtering pigs and cattle to his apprentices. He only has skills when dividing meat on the chopping board. With a superb knife skill, he spends most of his days looking at the accounts in the courtyard.

"Boy Zhong came at the right time, help me to look at these muddled accounts, that guy Li He has too many eyes, a certain family can't trust him."

Zheng Tu's muscles are muscular, his arms are thicker than ordinary people's legs, his back is like a tiger, and his big belly is quite joyful. Perhaps he feels uneasy after many years of butchering for a living.

"Master Zheng, the boy is here to ask for leave. Team leader She has some trivial matters for me."

"Hey, what's the point with his team that doesn't have five or six years? How much money can you get after passing the theater building? Not to mention how many three melons and two dates will be left in your hands. There is no land. Shop, no matter how famous it is, it’s just a rootless duckweed, you boy is spiritual and handsome, you have seen the daughter of a certain family, and she is also a bit pretty..."

"Master Zheng, stop, I don't have such a high spirit, I'm satisfied if I can earn some money to live on, and after all, Team Leader She has kindness to the boy, Master Zheng should not rush to Li Qingyuan."

"Okay, good intentions are like a donkey's liver and lungs, go off, go off, and write your ghost script." Zheng Tu waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to get out of here.

"That kid will take his leave." Zhong Ming saluted with fists in his hands, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Boy, wait a minute. It's already half past the unitary hour. From here to the east of the city, don't talk about the thirteen or four-mile road. Bring this pack of medicinal materials and this prescription. Don't be caught and beaten after knocking on the door. How to deal with the watchman?"

Surabaya City is also the largest city in Jiangning Prefecture in addition to Fucheng. It has an area of ​​more than 20 square kilometers, more than six miles horizontally and four miles vertically.

With Zhong Ming's current agility and foot strength, in fact, there is more than enough time, but considering Zhang Xiaowu's foot strength, he probably won't be in time to reach the theater building before the doors are closed in Xushi.

After receiving the medicinal materials and prescriptions, Zhong Ming clasped his fists again and saluted, and just about to open his mouth to say something, Zheng Tu waved his hands and signaled to send him away.

Zheng Tu sat on the pineapple chair outside the main room, seemed to be talking to himself or talking to someone:
"Daughter, have you met that kid? He looks Zhou Zheng, and he is also talented. He is worthy of a daughter of a certain family. What do you think of this marriage?"

No one answered.

A gust of wind blows through, and the curtain inside the house is blown up, revealing a brand new tablet:

The beloved daughter Zheng's taboo is the spiritual seat of Xiuxiu.

(End of this chapter)