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Chapter 3 Different from the product of the times

Chapter 3 Different from the product of the times

As the sun rose and set, Chu Mu slept for nearly a day and two nights. It was not until the early morning of the third day that Chu Mu barely woke up.

Of course, he didn't sleep until he woke up naturally, but was forced to wake up by the strong hunger in his stomach.

There seemed to be nothing in the stomach, and the aches and pains all over the body seemed to be getting worse. The only fortunate thing is that the strength has recovered a little, and it is not extremely difficult to walk.

The house left by the original owner's father is not very big, and there are no corridors or pavilions. It is just an ordinary farm house with a small courtyard in front of the gate surrounded by bricks and stones.

Coming out of the bedroom, he staggered to the kitchen. The few cold steamed buns left before seemed to be Chu Mu's life-saving straw.

In his past and present lives, it was the first time for Chu Mu to experience such a feeling of hunger. He devoured hungrily, almost completely ignoring the taste of the food, and only cared about the feeling of fullness after eating it.

After a few steamed buns entered his stomach, the sense of hunger finally dissipated a lot. Sitting by the stove, Chu Mu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The feeling of hunger is really profound. Judging by the feeling of hunger, Chu Mu reckoned that he probably slept much more than usual, otherwise he would not be so hungry.

"You must pay attention to the next spiritual blessing."

Chu Mu once again secretly warned himself that although spiritual blessing is good, you must grasp the limits. If you are too obsessed, forget your own ability to bear it, and have no self-knowledge, good things may turn into bad things.

Thoughts were flowing in his mind, and Chu Mu did not idle in his movements. Although his body was still sore, he was still busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner.

Although I didn't learn cooking skills in my previous life, when I was wandering outside, I often cook by myself. Cooking skills are not good, but it is enough to satisfy myself.

With the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, after a lot of work, a few good-looking side dishes were placed on the table.

After gobbling again, the food was swept away, and the hunger in my stomach completely dissipated.

At this time, the morning sun had risen, and the slightly warm sunlight tore through the morning mist and sprinkled the ground. In the courtyard, Chu Mu was pacing with some difficulty, digesting food after eating, and moving his sore body by the way.

That light curtain panel had already appeared in Chu Mu's field of vision.

[Name: Chu Mu. 】

【Skill:
Basic knife skills (beginners practice) 30/100]

【Spirit value: 5.3%】

"The proficiency has increased by [-] points..."

Chu Mu thought silently, he was not too little, under the blessing of Ye Linghui, the biggest help to this saber technique was not these ten points of proficiency, but the incomplete memory that originally belonged to the original owner was completely integrated into Chu Mu himself, and the original thick barrier disappeared.

This is the biggest benefit under the blessing of that spirit.

As his thoughts circulated, Chu Mu paced slowly, and finally stopped at the courtyard gate. This house obviously had a short history, the lacquered courtyard gate was somewhat mottled, and the corners of the gate were even damaged in several places.

Through the courtyard door, the chaos outside the courtyard could already be clearly heard. Accompanied by an ear-piercing creaking sound, the courtyard door that seemed to be crumbling slowly opened, and what Chu Mu saw was another world.

Although the house left by Yuanzheng's father is not too big, but the location is quite good, it is on the side of the main street in the town, and the bustling market is open when you open the door.

The morning fog has not completely dissipated. Under the rising sun, the streets are already crowded with people. There are vendors with shoulders and hands hawking, there are waiters standing on the side of the street calling, and there are dung workers who drive bullock carts to collect dung from door to door...

The life of the common people at the bottom in ancient times, outside this door, is clearly reflected in Chu Mu's eyes.

Although it was not the first time to see such a scene, every time, Chu Mu felt a little involuntarily in a trance.

The previous life... It was really just the previous life, everything only existed in the memory, and there was no going back!

Chu Mu felt that he should be thankful that he had no worries in his previous life, otherwise, Chu Mu really couldn't have imagined such a scene.

After a long time, Chu Mu seemed to come back to his senses, pursed his lips, and slowly turned and walked towards the bedroom.

The original owner was not a wealthy family. In addition, the original owner's father worked as a patrol inspector. He basically left early and returned late. Sometimes he was busy with official duties and even disappeared for more than half a month.

In this way, the layout of the bedroom is naturally simple, a wooden bed, a cabinet, nothing else.

Following the memory of the original owner, Chu Mu found a small locked wooden box from the cabinet. After opening it, what Chu Mu saw was a stack of paper "money".

Strange to say, according to Chu Mu's previous experience, not all the currencies in this ancient society used precious metals such as copper and silver as the main currency.

Compared with a piece of paper endorsed by credit, which can be distributed indiscriminately, the common people obviously believe in genuine metal currency.

But right now, according to the memory of the original owner, since the original owner recognized it, metal currency does not exist, and paper money is 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...

Such a division of currency values ​​clearly shows that metal currency must have been the mainstream of currency in the past, but I don’t know which dynasty’s majestic and powerful emperors have crossed the era of metal currency and entered the era of paper money with credibility.

From this point alone, it can be clearly seen that this Great Chu is by no means any ancient dynasty that he had known in his previous life.

"The banknotes are beautifully made!"

Picking up a banknote casually, the tactile sensation of the fingers is clearly conveyed to the heart. It is not the frosted feeling of ordinary paper, but has a smooth feel.

If it was just paper, Chu Mu would not be too surprised. What surprised Chu Mu was the exquisite ink paintings engraved on the banknotes.

Each currency has a different ink painting, there are mountains, water, cities, palaces...

Every banknote can be described as a painting that can be framed.

If it was in the previous life, Chu Mu would not be surprised, but at present, in this ancient society, with this ancient productivity, it is really unbelievable that such excellent banknotes are produced.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't come up with a reason, and Chu Mu didn't get too entangled. It's just a newcomer at the moment, and when he gets familiar with it, he will know what he should know.

He casually picked up a few banknotes and stuffed them into his pocket. Just as he was about to re-lock the small wooden box, Chu Mu hesitated for a while, and finally picked up all the banknotes, stuffed them carefully into his pocket, and carefully checked them several times.

The money was all the belongings of the original owner, including the pension of the original owner's father.

A total of 320 taels of silver and 68 coppers. You must know that the original owner was in charge of his father, and his monthly salary was only eight silvers.

Chu Mu was really worried that such a huge sum of money would be placed in the wooden cabinet like this.

If it was stolen, then he would probably have to drink the Northwest Wind, and the deacon of the patrol department had to pay for his meals!

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(End of this chapter)

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