Chapter 6 Qianlong in the Abyss, Book Copying Merchant
Chapter 6 Hidden dragon in the abyss, copying books and doing business
"Well, let's try his strength."
Wei An looked outside the room. The heaviest thing was probably his bed. He raised his legs and lifted it easily.
It was too easy, as if the bed had no air.
"That bed probably weighs only a few dozen kilograms."
Wei An felt addicted to sex, and couldn't help but think of some knowledge points from his previous life.
For example, the world's highest human weightlifting record is the snatch of 263 kilograms, the fastest running speed is 12.43 meters per second, etc.
"Wrong. He remembered that there was a broken millstone outside the door, weighing at least seven or eight hundred kilograms."
Wei Anlian went to open the door and looked outside. It was quiet and quiet, and there was no one.
The broken millstone, half of it to be exact, was leaning against the wall outside the house.
Wei An quickly went out, took a deep breath, hugged half of the millstone with both legs, and lifted it up with force, lifting it little by little above his head. Finally, his legs and arms were fully extended.
"Very good..."
Wei An's face turned red from suppressing it. He slowly lowered half of the millstone to the east and took a deep breath. He had almost figured out his strength limit. He should be able to snatch 400 kilograms without any problem.
Then, he found an hourglass and ran back and forth to calculate how fast he could run.
It turns out to be quite astonishing, 15 meters per second in the east.
"He is very unqualified now and can't be considered a real warrior." Wei An clicked his tongue, once again refreshing his misunderstanding of martial arts in that world.
Get a basin of water and take a cold shower.
Before I knew it, the moon was setting and it was dusk, and Wei An went to bed early to sleep.
Lying on the bed, he couldn't help but summon the panel again to check the results of the third simulation.
"Seven years later, Song Qingsong also died in Yan Xingkong's legs. His son Song Dahai was frightened."
Wei An couldn't help but sighed softly.
People are like ants and their lives are like grass. The strong men in that world can really kill at will and do whatever they want.
Well, Wei An was just a little more emotional, not panicked.
At this time, he has completed the Hunyuan Zhuang and has quietly improved his strength. So how powerful will he be seven years later?
Haha, even he couldn't imagine it himself.
"Step by step, grow insignificantly, and become invincible."
Wei An is very clear about the path of practice he wants to take. People like him who have cheats cannot take the ordinary path.
Once a cheater is exposed, he will look like a monster in their eyes and will definitely be targeted everywhere.
"Never let anyone know his secret."
Wei An thought and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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The next day, it was cloudy and rainy.
The autumn rain is dense and melancholy, and the cold wind is desolate.
Wei An changed into autumn clothes, a very common blue-gray linen robe, a poor man's style, which was extremely wide and could cover the whole body.
It's getting cold, so it makes sense to wear autumn clothes.
In this way, the changes in Wei An's figure were completely covered up. Even if you didn't pay close attention to the fact that he had grown two centimeters, you wouldn't be able to tell how much he had changed.
After breakfast, enter the forging room.
"Morning!"
"Have you eaten yet?"
Wei An glanced at the other guys, nodded in greeting, and the others nodded to him, and then went to live their own lives.
No one noticed any changes in Wei An at all.
"It seems that he is overthinking."
The corner of Wei An's mouth curled up slightly, and he walked to the workbench to deal with the blanks left yesterday.
Soon, Lu Ping also came.
The old master drank too much yesterday, and it seems that he still hasn't sobered up. His eyes were blurred, and he yawned. He looked down at Wei An who was working, said hello casually, and went back to work on his own.
Seeing this, Wei An was completely relieved.
Just do what you have to do, pull the bellows, repeatedly fold and forge the thick iron, it looks no different from usual.
After going to work in the afternoon, Wei An did not feel any fatigue, he was still energetic and full of energy.
It was midnight in the blink of an eye.
Wei An first assigned Zhang Mingzhu homework and asked her to practice calligraphy alone. Then he walked to the desk, took pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write and draw.
The written content and the action pictures of the characters are correct or not.
Wei An had already thought about it.
Since there was no place selling the exercises locally, he wrote it himself.
He doesn't need to spend money on paper or ink, he just needs to spend some time and energy.
"With the skills and money, we can continue to simulate." Wei An became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he wrote quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it will be three days later.
Wei An is worthy of being a master of calligraphy. His pen is very fast and he quickly wrote the full text of Hunyuan Zhuang Kung Fu, page after page, with pictures and texts.
Immediately afterwards, he cut a piece of red paper to make a cover, and sewed it with needle and thread to bind it into a book.
"Done!"
Wei An let out a breath, looked at the exercise book in his lap, and smiled with satisfaction.
With the foundation of a calligraphy master, the exercise books he produces will naturally not be any worse.
At noon that day, while having lunch, Wei An walked in front of another clerk. His name was Lan . I don't know the specific name, nor was he a master craftsman in the blacksmith shop.
Lan has two sons. The eldest son learned blacksmithing from him and has already become a skilled worker and also works in the blacksmith shop.
The younger son is naughty by nature and does not like to be a blacksmith, but only likes to practice martial arts. The old man is clamoring for a career in the world.
Lan had nothing to do with him, so he sent his younger son to Wan Yunhe to learn martial arts, and he had been practicing for more than a year and a half.
"Uncle Lu, I have something I want to discuss with you." Wei An said with a smile on his face.
When Lan heard that, he immediately became wary and shouted: "Wei An, I'm young, so don't be a bad imitator. He has no money to lend me."
Wei An was speechless, waving his legs and saying, "He asked me to borrow money."
Lan breathed a sigh of relief, then showed a smile, nodded and said: "It's easy to say whether you want to borrow money or not. What's the matter?"
Wei An lowered his voice and said, "Last time he went to Wan Yunhe's house and saw many children practicing martial arts, but they didn't have any Kung Fu secrets in their legs, so he thought, maybe he could copy some Kung Fu secrets and sell them to them.
them."
With that said, Wei An took out the Hunyuan Zhuang from his arms and said, "Then it's the secrets of the exercises taught by Wan Yunhe. He can keep copying them. No, it's not convenient for him to sell them."
Lan understood and exclaimed: "You want his little son to help me sell books?"
Wei An nodded and said, "Wan Yunhe would be fine with my youngest son selling it, but Wan Yunhe would definitely not be happy if he asked an outsider if he could sell it."
Lan didn't even think about it and asked tentatively: "How much do I want to sell it for?"
Wei An even said: "A book of secrets on martial arts can be sold for at least 20 pieces of Dongpin rough stone."
Hearing this, Lan immediately shook his head and said, "It's too expensive. People may not be willing to spend so much money."
"Then sell it for 10 yuan!"
"Ten yuan is too expensive. I used straw paper, and the cost price was more than 3 yuan. He suggested selling it at the highest price of 5 yuan."
"Okay, I'll listen to you!"
"Wait, how do you divide the accounts?"
"How about he give me a commission of 1 yuan for every copy sold?"
"……good!"
The two quickly reached an agreement.
When he got home in the morning, Lan Xi called his youngest son over and taught him how to sell the secrets of the exercises.