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A gray wall appeared before my eyes.
Writing: 1043/10000/Level ;
Picture: 157/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 26/10000/first order;
Chen Mu took a deep breath.
The next step is the one he is familiar with.
Practice.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 10 Recipe
Next to the well, Chen Mu sat on a bamboo stool.
Soak a towel in cool well water and apply ice to your arms.
I trained too hard the first time and my arms were sore and painful.
He didn't dare to continue practicing. The medical level in this ancient world was not high. If he really failed, it would not be easy to cure him.
The cold well water irritated Chen Mu's skin. He shivered and couldn't help but think of the Wang family.
When I went there yesterday, I was still amazed at the Wang family’s wealth and huge fortune.
Unexpectedly, all direct blood relatives disappeared overnight.
No one knows where this bandit came from, as he was able to wipe out the entire Wang family silently.
"It must be someone like Captain Lu who can move around so high."
If someone with such weak arms and legs like me were to get hit by something like that, I would probably die without even knowing how I died.
"I must find a way to learn martial arts." Chen Mu secretly made up his mind: "Make money first. With money, everything will be easy."
"It's a pity that money is not easy to make." Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.
After a month and a half of seclusion, I finally mastered a second-level drawing skill.
I thought I could turn my life around, but on the first day, I was targeted by the painter Yan.
I just want to earn some money honestly, why is it so difficult?
That painter Yan is so abominable that he actually wants someone to cripple my hands.
Although the Wang family murder case caused some trouble for Miao Huafang.
But it’s hard to say what the effect will be.
"This is all we can do." Chen Mu sighed.
He was just a poor scholar with no relatives or friends, so how could he dare to go against a local tyrant like Painter Yan?
"I can't go to Anlefang anymore." Chen Mu thought depressedly.
Have to find another way to make money.
……
Qingshan County Government Office.
Painter Yan walked out of the county government gate with a grim face.
I feel sad for the one hundred taels of silver I just lost.
I don't know what's wrong with the county lieutenant. How could an old man like him, who is not even capable of tying a chicken, wipe out the entire Wang family?
"I wonder how long this greedy fellow can run rampant!" Painter Yan snorted.
"Keep your voice down, Mr. Yan!" A middle-aged man next to him immediately whispered, "This is at the gate of the government office."
"He dares to do it, and he's afraid of what I say!"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I'm just afraid they will seize the opportunity and blackmail us again."
Painter Yan's face suddenly turned red.
This bunch of greedy bailiffs could really do it.
Painter Yan snorted coldly and walked away quickly with his head down.
The middle-aged man could only shake his head and smile bitterly and follow.
"The Wang family is such a big family, and it was massacred overnight. Such a big case involves a large number of people. If we can cut off our connection with this big case, it can be regarded as losing money to avoid disaster." The middle-aged man comforted.
Painter Yan then nodded, thinking that he was unlucky.
I don’t know how a family murder case could involve painters like them.
How to remove the paint? Who knows!
The more I thought about Painter Yan, the more depressed I became.
If he knew who was behind this, he would be in trouble!
The two chatted for a while about the murder of the Wang family. They speculated which gangster was responsible. Even with so many guards at the Wang family, they couldn't stop it.
The lights are just coming on. If it were in the past, Painter Yan would definitely go to Anlefang to have some fun.
I lost a hundred taels of silver today, and my heart ached. I pinched the remaining silver in my sleeves, and I had no mood to have fun.
After separating from the middle-aged man, Painter Yan staggered home in the afterglow of the setting sun.
As soon as he turned a street corner, a sack fell from the sky and wrapped him up.
Before he could even open his mouth to beg for mercy or call for help.
Uh...
There was a sound of a wooden stick cutting through the air.
bang bang bang...
ooh ooh...
Before he could resist, he felt a pain in his neck, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
……
East Market, vegetable market.
"Butcher Zheng, give me ten pounds of pork belly and a piece of ham and bacon." Chen Mu said while standing in front of a butcher shop.
"Scholar, have you made a fortune?" Zheng the butcher said with a smile on his face as he cut the meat.
"I can't compare to you, Zheng Butcher. I just make a small profit and can barely eat meat." Chen Mu said with a smile, feeling quite happy.
His arms ached and he could not continue to practice the flying locust stone. He went to hang around the government office when he had nothing to do. He wanted to see if the painter of Miaohuafang was really arrested.
As a result, I saw the figure of Painter Yan.
Chen Mu felt that it was better to resolve a feud than to create one, so he thought about catching up with the other party and having a private chat with him.
I have worked so hard to acquire the second-level drawing ability, I can’t waste it like this.
If we have a good chat, maybe we can make a fortune together.
After all, it is normal to join if you can't beat them.
But I don’t know who threw a torn sack at the corner of the street, and there were a few scattered thick branches of firewood on the ground.
Looking at Painter Yan's back, Chen Mu felt that when old friends meet, they should give each other a surprise.
So he picked up the sack, picked up the stick, and walked forward silently...
……
In the following days, the atmosphere in Qingshan County became noticeably tense.
The lazy third shift of yamen runners patrolled and visited the streets all day long.
A large number of gangsters were thrown into jail just to get some clues about the Wang family's massacre.
Obviously, County Lieutenant Du was anxious.
At this time, Chen Mu didn't dare to hang around outside and had to stay indoors.
He ate meat every day and practiced the locust stone technique.
With the small change given by Painter Yan as a return gift, I can sustain my consumption even if I eat meat every day.
As the proficiency of Locust Stone increases.
Chen Mu discovered that not only his throwing accuracy improved, but his strength was also gradually increasing.
The most obvious change is that there are obvious muscle lines on his arms!
He was just a skinny guy before, but now he has gained muscles!
"Improving proficiency is not just about improving skills!" Chen Mu pinched his hard forearm muscles with a look of delight.
With a thought, a gray wall appeared.
Writing: 1043/10000/Level ;
Picture: 157/10000/Second Order;
Throw: 3229/10000/first order;
"This is only the first stage. If it reaches the second stage where a qualitative change occurs..."
Chen Mu's heart suddenly became hot.
I still underestimated the gray walls!
The visible increase in strength made him addicted to practicing martial arts every day and couldn't stop.
Until someone knocked on his door.
"Captain Lu?!" Chen Mu's scalp tightened. How come they found me again?
You don't really want to make me a scapegoat.