If he provides precious blood soup to the two senior sisters, the master will definitely provide him with a certificate for the sake of the two senior sisters.
It also avoids waste.
Huang An's little abacus jingled.
The martial arts training plan was as thorough as possible, and Huang An began to think about his plans in his hometown.
Now in his hometown, all he wants is gold!
That is to make money.
I spent another ten kilograms of gold today, and my gold inventory is less than one kilogram.
Huang An already had a sense of crisis and he needed to make money in exchange for gold.
If he can still try his luck and find a treasure in the future, he can replace it in time.
Although I will definitely rely on the power of the government in my hometown in the future, the gold shortage problem will be easier to solve.
But he has no idea of contacting the government yet. He needs to prepare gold by himself.
In addition, no matter what the situation is, no matter how confident he is that he can survive safely in the Ming Dynasty, he must leave an estate for his parents that is enough to support them in their old age.
This is the most basic, and it is also the task Huang An told himself that he must complete.
He actually has a deeper idea.
However, due to his current level of martial arts, Huang An is still unable to open the door to martial arts for his parents and teach them how to practice martial arts.
According to Uncle Liu, both parents have hidden health problems and are unable to have children.
After so many years of getting along day and night, Huang An knew that both parents were indeed physically ill and both were infertile.
The two of them actually planned to undergo in vitro fertilization, but after picking up themselves, they gave up the idea.
Because God has given them a child.
The two elders may not care, but Huang An cannot care.
The two of them actually had the idea of having a child, but they couldn't do anything before and even trying to persuade them was useless.
But now, there is a way.
Practicing martial arts can even solve pancreatic cancer, let alone just a small case of infertility?
Huang An was already worried about his parents. He wanted to break through to the copper skin realm as soon as possible. By then, not only would he be cured of his illness, but his parents would also have the possibility of having children again.
When the two elders reach the advanced stage of Six Fu Realm, they will be able to give birth to their own children.
When a warrior practices martial arts, he can use precious medicines to accumulate them, and Huang An himself is one of them.
As long as you don't pursue the issue of combat effectiveness, practicing martial arts is not as tiring as you think.
Just practice the breathing method of the five internal organs and any kind of body-building method, and with the help of precious medicine, the two elders will definitely be able to break through to the late stage of the six internal organs in a short time.
By then, hidden physical ailments will be cured and even health problems will be solved.
In this way, Huang An would have no worries at all.
Huang An actually knew that the moment he got the Wanjie Junkyard, it meant that he would have to be on the road all the time.
If he died in an accident one day, how sad would it be if the two elders were neither alive nor dead?
In the future, it will be pitiful to be alone without any children or grandchildren by my side.
As long as the two elders recover their health and give birth to children, then I can leave home for a long time with peace of mind.
The toy factory must continue to be run, and it must be run well so that in the future, my younger brother or younger sister will be born into the second generation of rich people.
The worst thing is that it is a pension industry for the elderly, making them less lonely in their later years.
People cannot be idle. Being idle for a long time will destroy a person, especially the elderly.
Like young people, old people also need labor to adjust their lives.
Although the two elders are only in their early fifties, in Huang An's eyes, they are still considered old people.
In order to prevent the two elders from being too lonely in their old age, Huang An felt that he had to find something for them to do.
With this idea, Huang An suddenly felt no longer sleepy.
He walked into the house, closed the curtains, and quickly disappeared.
In the Wanjie garbage dump, Huang An exchanged all the books, papers, texts, pictures, etc. he had collected.
These things may be real garbage. Although they come from all over the world, their combined value is less than two grams of gold.
Although Huang An himself did not understand the words above.
However, the Wanjie Garbage Dump gave him the eye of insight. With the eye of insight, he no longer had to worry about being "illiterate".
Moreover, his main purpose is to recognize the pictures in these books and papers.
The book contains all kinds of information, and what Huang An is looking for most is the toy pattern.
When he was picking up garbage, he saw many pictures, pictures of toys, and even several photos.
That's why he could think of this method.
After all, the toy factory is now on the right track and starting to make money.
And besides toy factories, Dad must not be able to play with them either.
Huang An could randomly pull out a few new materials that were not available in his hometown, or throw a few scrapped parts to his father to study and start a factory.
But to be honest, Huang An grew up with his father. He knew that his father was not that good at it. Being able to run a toy factory and run it well was probably the limit of his father's abilities.
Huang An is absolutely confident in his idea of opening a toy factory to make money.
Because the toy patterns that can appear in books must be toys that are very well-known in that world, or have a certain degree of popularity.
Which intelligent creature would take a picture of an ugly person, or draw a cute toy, and put it in a book?
With the pattern of the toy, workers in the toy factory can also make those toys by copying the pattern.
As long as the original civilization aesthetic of the books and texts is not too outrageous, the audience of toys in my hometown will definitely be large.
After all, the aesthetics of intelligent life have certain similarities.
Huang An worked hard until two o'clock in the morning and found a total of fifty-six toy patterns that he liked.
There are only patterns, no real objects.
He trimmed all the toy patterns, took photos and saved them.
Huang An also took photos and recorded even those pictures of weird toys.
What if someone makes an ugly toy?
After all, being extremely ugly can be considered a different kind of beauty.
As for the otherworldly characters that couldn't be removed on the patterns or photos, Huang An didn't care at all.
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After all, the text on each pattern is different. Who would regard something that looks like a ghost painting as a serious text?
They will only think that those are the writings of non-mainstream ethnic groups, or things that were drawn casually.
Huang An packed up these photos and sent them to his father, asking him to check for patents or related things.
He was determined to get this hands-off shopkeeper.
By the time Huang An finished all this work, it was already past four in the morning.
He will have to deliver a message to his master the day after tomorrow, and Huang An needs to be mentally alert to deal with possible crises.
After simply disposing of his own garbage, Huang An turned off his phone and went to sleep.
Huang An slept comfortably, but Huang Jianguo did not. He woke up after being bombarded with WeChat messages from his son at around 4 a.m. and had not fallen asleep since.
I thought it was an emergency, but after reading it in a panic, I realized it was a new toy.
Old Huang is so angry!
He sent a lot of questions in succession, but Huang An ignored him. When he called, the phone on the other end had been turned off.
The sweet dream did not wake him up and he never fell asleep again. With a pair of dark circles under his eyes, Huang Jianguo yawned and ran to the toy factory.
Now the toy factory has developed. After the new year, the number of orders will gradually increase, and the entire toy factory organization will become more complete.
He took all the documents sent by Huang An to the office and printed them out.
Then I selected two of the photos, gathered the only two design employees who were still in the internship period, and started a discussion.
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At 6:30 in the morning of the next day, today is the day to send a letter to the master and ask for the certificate.
Huang An, who was sweating profusely, suddenly appeared in the house.
He had just finished practicing martial arts. After briefly washing and eating, he packed the precious blood soup he was going to bring to his two senior sisters in black jars.
At that time, the jar was sealed and wrapped with cloth strips, and the outermost periphery was wrapped with a layer of gray cloth.
Then he closed the door and locked the windows, passing through the Wanjie Garbage Dump, and soon returned to Youzhou City.
With a "crunch", the door was pushed open.
"Hmph!"
The old horse's head suddenly turned around, and when he realized it was Huang An, he immediately started moving happily.
The horse's hooves could not stop trampling, with a humanized expression of excitement on the horse's face.
The familiar smell of horse manure passed through his nose, and Huang An didn't mind it. He walked over immediately, comforted him for a while, then picked up a shovel and piled the horse manure in the yard.
The old horse was fed, put on the saddle, and the precious medicine given to the two senior sisters was tied to the side of the saddle.
Huang An closed the door, took the horse, and headed directly to the northwest area of the city, where the three masters and sisters lived.
The road was familiar, Huang An pulled the horse and trotted for more than half an hour before arriving at the destination.
The courtyard arranged by the head of the martial arts department for the master is not large in area, but definitely not small, with a total area of 80,000 to 90,000 square meters.
Huang An originally planned to enter through the main entrance, but when he dismounted and walked about two hundred steps away from the main entrance of the courtyard, he stopped.
He was surprised to find out.
There were a lot of people gathered on both sides of the main entrance, about twenty or thirty of them, and judging by their dress and demeanor, they were all dignitaries.
Among these people, half were wearing official uniforms, and the rest were all people of extraordinary bearing.
Huang An has now broken through to the Six Fu realm, and his eyesight has become brighter. He can see clearly from a long distance away.
He frowned and said secretly:
"Why do these dignitaries in Youzhou City gather here so early in the morning?"
No one made any noise, they seemed to be asking to see someone!
Huang An even discovered the square-faced man and Zhang Sima who appeared in the inn that day.
Huang An rolled his eyes and thought secretly.
"Could it be that some big shot is here, and these people are here to ask for an audience?"
But which big shot would come to the master's residence? Why would these big shots come here specifically to see him?
Huang An was extremely puzzled.
He pulled the horse to the side of the street, got on the horse, looked through the crowd, and from a high position, he immediately noticed something unusual.
On both sides of the courtyard gate, there were actually a dozen soldiers wearing red armor guarding them.
After counting, there are exactly twelve.
These soldiers were wearing armor and holding swords, and they looked very majestic, which actually gave Huang An the feeling that they were not Youzhou soldiers.
Because Youzhou soldiers do not wear red armor, there are very few who hold swords.
"There are so many big shots gathered here now. I can't go in through the main entrance. Besides, I don't have an official status, so I won't be let in. After all, even Zhang Sima is blocked outside!"
Huang An turned over and dismounted, leaning his back against the wooden pillar, frowning.