Longevity starts with learning

Chapter 7
One night passed, and in the early morning, the kitchen was already filled with smoke, the porridge in the pot was boiling, and the pot of Chinese medicine was already boiling.

In the courtyard, Chu Mu held a long knife in his hand and was waving it every move. When his body became slightly warm, Chu Mu still resolutely stopped practicing, relaxed his body a little, and stepped into the kitchen.

A bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles, and a few steamed buns made by Chu Mu himself.

Of course, a large bowl of bitter medicinal soup is also indispensable.

After eating breakfast, Chu Mu picked up the cloth bag containing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone...to go out...to school.

If Chu Mu remembered correctly, so far, the original owner should be 17 years old. At 17 years old, he was enlightened to study. I don't know if it is the rhythm of a late bloomer.

Chu Mu wasn't sure if it was true, but he was really ashamed.

In private schools, although there are many students who are about his age, those are basically students who have studied for many years and prepared for fame.

Those who just started reading enlightenment are basically a group of children aged six or seven. Even if they are older, they are only in their early ten years old.

Although the original owner was thin and weak, he was a 17-year-old man, sitting among a group of children, reading the same books and knowing the same characters...

The painting style is not harmonious, and the psychology is very shameful...

one day... very long...

At dusk, amidst the chirping voices of a group of children, Chu Mu slowly walked out of the private academy.

Stopped, turned back, and looked at the plaque hanging on the eaves of the door, Chu Mu already recognized these two characters.

Mr. Chang's surname is Chang, and the mansion is located. The plaque of the mansion is naturally "Changfu".

"Miscalculated."

It is hard to describe what it feels like to go to school for a day and be with the children.

Twenty silver coins have already been thrown in, and if you go back on your word, those twenty silver coins will really be thrown into the water.

Fortunately, I just came here to learn privately today, and after I received my duties at the inspection station, I took the time to learn after I was on duty, which also avoided the embarrassment of being in the same room with children.

If not, Chu Mu really thought about changing to a different way of learning.

"Learn slowly."

Chu Mu sighed softly. It is not an easy task to learn to read and write from scratch.

Glancing at the light screen panel, Chu Mu's mood improved a lot. One day of concentrating on reading, the "spiritual value" has skyrocketed by nearly 20.00%. So, in a few days, the "spiritual value" will reach the limit of 100%.

"You still have to plan well."

Tightening the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, Chu Mu thought to himself, "Linghui value" is not easy to get, and what he has learned now, using "spiritual brilliance" to bless, is really a waste.

While thinking about it, Chu Mu took a step forward, facing the afterglow of the sunset, and slowly walked towards his house.

"Go! Let's go!"

"Stop dawdling! If you slow down, you won't be able to eat!"

As soon as he walked out of the alley, a few indistinct shouts came to Chu Mu's ears. He looked up subconsciously, and saw at the end of the street, several inspectors riding tall horses to clear the way, patrolling and escorting them around, and dozens of people in different clothes were surrounded in the middle.

In such a scene, the memory in Chu Mu's mind was evoked almost instantly. Chu Mu's face changed slightly, and he silently stepped aside, watching the mighty team pass away from his eyes.

Chu Mu was no stranger to such a scene, strictly speaking, the original owner was no stranger.

The collection and issuance of corvee was originally an indispensable part of the operation of ancient dynasties.

The current scene is obviously another collection of corvee in Qinghe County.

But in Nanshan Town, it is even more unusual. The mine is state-owned, and all miners are conscripted by the county. They are rotated every six months, so it is not too unusual.

In memory, the original owner's father also died due to corvée.

It seems that the county expropriated a thousand corvees from Qinghe County to repair the river, and the father of the original owner was one of the escorts.

It was originally an ordinary business trip, but who would have thought that it would just go away forever.

Not only the original owner's father, but also Yiqian corvee, and those inspections who followed the corvee, are gone forever.

The news from the county was that there was a sudden flood, causing tens of thousands of deaths and injuries. No one survived the corvee in Qinghe County because the project site was located in the lower reaches of the river.

Of course, this is just a notice from the county. No one knows the details. For example, no one knows why the inspector who is only in charge of escorting corvees rushes to the construction site.

After all, Qinghe County inspections are only responsible for escorting the inspections to the county. The next thing, according to the usual practice, has nothing to do with Qinghe County. Only when the corvee ends, the county will notify the county, and the county will send inspections to pick up the corvees.

Things are...clearly unusual...

Chu Mu glanced at the departing corvee team, and shook his head secretly. More than a thousand lives were lost, and they were all young and vigorous. Each of them, in this era, can be said to be the pillar of a family.

More than a thousand lives have disappeared without a sound like this. For Qinghe County, it is obviously not a small matter.

The county government has a large pension for the inspector who died in the line of duty, as well as the appeasement of his son taking the place of his father.

But what about the thousand corvees?

Can there be proper compensation and appeasement?
Judging from the original owner's memories of the county government, it is obviously unlikely.

In such a turbulent moment, corvee is still conscripted...

After thinking for a moment, Chu Mu shook his head and forcibly suppressed the thoughts that emanated. For now, these people have little to do with him, a person from another world, and there is no need to ask for trouble at all.

"It's just that it won't be too peaceful in the future..."

Chu Mu looked around at the still noisy market, pursed his lips, and walked silently, walking slowly towards home alone.

"Brother Mu!"

After walking a few steps, Chu Mu stopped again due to the voice in his ear, and turned his head to look, only to see a young man in patrol armor trotting towards him with a full face.

As usual, after seeing his face clearly, the dusty memories in his mind also emerged.

"Xu Yuan?"

Chu Mu made a sound with some uncertainty.

"Brother Mu, what are you doing?"

Compared to Chu Mu's unnaturalness, the young man was obviously much more natural. He trotted a few steps to Chu Mu's side, and looked at the schoolbag in Chu Mu's hand quite familiarly.

"They're all pens, ink, paper and inkstones. What's so interesting about them?"

Chu Mu smiled, memory and reality finally merged.

Xu Yuan, like the original body, is also a hard-working person.

It was also the mother who died young, and the father who served as an inspector, and then his father also died in the task of escorting corvee.

The relationship between his father and the original owner's father is irreversible, the two families are close, and even transferred to work in Nanshan Town, the two families came together, so the original owner and this Xu Yuan are naturally quite acquainted friends.

(End of this chapter)