He looked tired, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the nerves and blood vessels in his temples were twitching.
"I haven't had a dream for a long time... I never thought I would dream about the past."
He recalled many things in his previous life, but now he always felt that he was separated by a layer of blurry glass, like the moon in flowers and water in the fog, unable to see clearly.
Instead, the scenes of my life now are as vivid as a video tape and can be recalled at any time.
He didn't know if this was because he was able to remember more details due to his strong energy and blood, or if it was due to some other reason.
He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He quickly fetched water from the water tank and scrubbed his body with cold water. Then he changed his clothes.
Wei Ying is already making breakfast in the kitchen.
Now, under Wei He's strong request, the two of them have fixed their daily routine of eating breakfast.
You know, the average family doesn't have the money to have breakfast. In this world, if most people can eat enough, it's considered good.
It is common to have two meals a day, let alone three breakfasts.
Fortunately, Wei He can find prey from time to time when hunting. This mountain forest is also strange. Although there are severe droughts, the mountain forest is still half dead, with yellow-green grass and woods standing firm.
There are also animals and prey scattered and hiding inside from time to time.
Wei He didn't know the reason, but it was precisely because of this that he could occasionally get some prey, so he didn't bother to think about it.
"Today there will be a sermon by Master Mingxian. Many people are planning to go and see Xiaohe. I want to go to Xiaohe too, can I?" Wei Ying held the coarse-grain steamed buns she made in her hand and looked at Wei He with some anticipation.
"Is it the kind of sermon you preached last time? The kind with a lot of people?" Wei He asked, lowering his head, grabbing a piece of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.
"Well, but... there were many people last time, but now, there may not be many." Wei Ying replied with some emotion.
"Can you understand? I don't understand anything that Taoist said." Wei He asked.
"I don't understand, but I have something to eat." Wei Ying answered with her eyes wide open.
"...Then don't join in the fun for such a small thing. We don't lack that at home now." Wei He refused.
"Okay...too."
The two of them had breakfast, and while Wei Ying was clearing away the dishes, she mentioned something.
"By the way Xiaohe, I heard from Master Zheng yesterday that someone seemed to have done something strange over there in Hongshi Town recently."
"Strange thing?"
"Well, it is said that the man pressed a large piece of iron ore on a pile of dried meat and said that as long as someone can lift the stone, he can take away the meat himself." Wei Ying said in a casual tone, as if
She still found it interesting.
Wei He was stunned when he heard this.
"Then what?"
"Then, many people tried to go up there and couldn't move away.
The last person named Xu Ran stepped forward and raised his hands, and he easily lifted up the iron stone that no one could do anything about, and then took away the meat."
Wei Ying praised him and then said: "The man who put the meat invited Xu Ran to his home and had a big meal. Then the next day he came again and started placing stones to press the meat. This time it was heavier than before. As long as anyone can
If you lift it up, you can take away the meat. Xiaohe, do you want to try it?"
In Wei Ying's mind, her younger brother started practicing martial arts step by step. He was a very powerful person anyway. He should have no problem lifting a rock, right?
Wei He does feel different.
He is different from ordinary people, his vision and experience are different. He understood this as soon as he heard it.
This is someone trying to build a reputation for themselves!
What is the purpose of becoming famous? It is nothing more than to attract attention.
Attracting whose attention?
Qijiameng, Hongjiabao, and more ordinary people’s attention.
Only when you are famous can you have the opportunity to rise to the top and attract many followers. Only then can you have the opportunity to show your talents and be invited and valued by those in power.
This method is called self-recommendation.
Of course, there is also a possibility that it is a method used by big forces to select civilian talents.
But when big forces take action, they shouldn't be so rough.
Wei He suddenly had an impulse. He either practiced martial arts or practiced martial arts every day, and then went home, hunted, and killed people. There were almost no other recreational activities.
Now that he heard what the second sister said, he suddenly wanted to see how the second sister spent time on weekdays.
Although there is a nearby Huishan Boxing Academy to help take care of it, it is still better to carefully check for possible hidden dangers.
Thinking of this, he got up and quickly went back to his room, carefully put on all his equipment, and then asked his second sister Wei Ying carefully about her usual route.
Finally he opened the door and walked away.
After leaving the house, he did not go back to Sanquanyuan, but walked towards the town market in the opposite direction.
The market in Ishibashi Town only opens for an hour in the morning. If you don't go there early, everything will be robbed very quickly.
Wei He walked along the street and rushed towards the market.
You can see them all along the road. The closer you get to the market, the more you can see a lot of men and women in different clothes, carrying all kinds of things to store things, rushing towards the market.
Some of these people are dressed in rags, and some are relatively clean and tidy, but the common thing is that they are not dressed up in an expensive way.
The best thing is just neat and slightly patched.
Wei He's clean and neat outfit made him stand out in the crowd.
But he didn't care. Along the way, he had never noticed that so many living people could come out of these quiet and shabby houses on the roadside.
At first, he almost thought that there was no one in the outer city.
But the thin and malnourished people who came out now made him feel the unique desolation of this era.
Soon, we passed a small group of gray bungalows, and there were some stone tablets standing in front of them. On the tablets were written the words "vegetable market" in black.
The stone monuments are connected one by one, blocking the large open space behind.
There is only a small entrance for people to enter and exit.
At the entrance, there was a group of strong men in black guarding the entrance, holding daggers in their hands, which was quite intimidating.
"Line up, come in one by one, no crowding allowed!" shouts kept coming.
Wei He approached and stood outside the stone monument, watching the crowd enter little by little, and then started trading in front of the vegetable and meat stalls in the open space.
"Who are these people in black clothes?" he grabbed a thin young man and asked.
The man glanced at Wei He and wanted to get angry, but looking at his figure and aura, he had to suppress his anger and whispered.
"He is a hero from the Tongcheng Gang. There is no charge to enter. When you come out, no matter what you buy in exchange for anything, you have to pay 10% to them. This is the rule of this vegetable market."
"One-tenth?" Wei He understood.
Letting go of the man, he didn't go in, but turned around and rushed towards the next place.
Every day, Wei Ying would come here to buy groceries, then go to the oil shop to get oil, and occasionally go to the cloth shop for a walk. Finally, she would go home and start filtering water, cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning.
Wei He walked along the street, left the vegetable market, and soon arrived at the oil shop.
There are only two oil shops, and there are many people queuing at the door. The shop only has a small door less than one meter open, which can only allow one person to enter or exit.
The people buying oil here are much better dressed and energetic than those at the vegetable market just now.
There are also a lot fewer patches on people's clothes.
Wei He walked around in a circle, and wherever he went, people lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
In fact, he is 1.85 meters tall, full of muscles, and has killed many people and prey. At first glance, he is not a good person.
So others didn't even dare to look at him.
Wei He turned around and walked towards the cloth shop.
Leaving the short street where the oil shop is located, the houses on both sides of the road gradually become cleaner.
Apparently someone cleans it frequently.
Occasionally, you can see some burnt incense heads stuck in the soil on the roadside.
Some doors also have new pictures of door gods and generals posted on them, and some people even post couplets written by themselves.
The street from the oil shop to the cloth shop is not long, but there are quite a few shops in it.
At this time, the market is in full swing, and all the shops are open.
This was the first time Wei He had seen such a lively scene. At this time, he was usually practicing hard in the Huishan Boxing Academy, so how could he see such a lively scene.
The last time I saw this lively scene was before I started practicing martial arts.
Under the current novelty, Wei He looked around and looked at the shops that were still open.
Although I counted carefully, there were only about a dozen shops open, but they were sparse and seemed like many.
But I couldn't stand the large number of people coming.
When there are more people, it seems to become lively. From jewelry to bamboo weaving, to chairs to medicinal materials, to farm tools, etc., everything is available.
But Wei He walked around and found that the shops here were all selling sundries.
It seems to be something collected from various people at a low price.
Residual traces of life can be seen on many things.
His heart moved and he started to spin around.
There were stalls set up next to the shop, and they seemed to be selling things they brought out from home.
Stalls were spread out one after another with large pieces of straw mats, on which were placed pots, pans, chairs, stools, pillows, quilts, combs, hairpins, and everything else.
Wei He walked to a stall, stood still, squatted down, reached out and gently picked up a small wine glass.
The wine glass is made of white porcelain, looks very clean, and has a red plum painted on the outside.
"A set of twelve wine glasses and a pound of grain noodles are taken away." The stall owner said weakly.
Wei He put down his wine glass and scanned the stall.
Soon, he focused his attention on a pile of messy books.
The book seemed to have been chewed to pieces by mice or something, which was very unsightly.
He picked up a book and looked through it. They were all textbooks on the rules and regulations for recruiting martial arts champions.
"These books are from my father's collection. There are fifteen books in the pile. Although they are missing, how about your ten pounds of grain noodles?" The stall owner saw Wei He touch the book and suddenly seemed to feel hopeful.
The most valuable thing for him in this stall are these books. If he had no other choice, he would not want to sell them at all.
But now my wife and children at home are still waiting for rice to be put into the pot, hiding it and twisting it, fearing that others will starve to death. These things belong to others.
Wei He flipped through the book. Although it didn't contain any instructions on martial arts techniques or moves, it did mention some relevant experiences.
He bargained with him and exchanged the four small strips of dried meat he carried with him for such a bag of books.
Four small pieces of dried meat were his daily ration to carry with him to supplement his nutrition. They were not a staple food. They were less than half a catty at all.
After all, the world was difficult, so he had to save some food. But even so, the stall owner was quite satisfied.
Take these hard dried meats back, cut them a little at a time with a knife and mix them into the porridge, which will last for a long time.