A red sun rises from the east, and its light travels in all directions, illuminating the sky and earth, sweeping away the haze caused by the heavy rain for days.
"Refining will consume my physical strength. It will not stop when my physical strength is exhausted, but to achieve a certain goal. Preliminary guess is that it will progress by 10 each time.
But it’s possible that there is no single evidence and it remains to be tried and verified.”
"Blindly chopping will not increase the progress, it is useless. 10 progress may be equivalent to the old man practicing swordsmanship for three years?"
"In reality, sword practice will also increase progress, but the effect is far less than the 'refining' of the Cauldron of Gluttony... and the Broken Sword itself has not disappeared."
"The Cauldron of Gluttony will fade, and maybe it will return to its original color when the progress is full. So, how to solve the problem of eating dirt?"
"What does the Cauldron of Gluttony need? Is it earth and stone, or the metal contained in it? If it's the latter..."
“How to find other ingredients?”
…
Under the slightly dazzling sunshine, Yang Yu wrote at his desk, sorting out his gains and guesses, and summarizing his gains and losses.
This was his habit in his previous life.
"call!"
He stuffed a stone into his belly and felt the familiar warmth spread out, before Yang Yu let out a long breath.
After a night of sorting out, he had already initially understood the functions and taboos of the Cauldron of Gluttony.
There are many problems and great benefits.
Randomly crumbling the graffiti paper and throwing it in the corner, Yang Yu stood up and held the broken knife hanging on the wall in his hand.
Suddenly, a familiar feeling came to my mind, along with the skill of using a knife that was deeply imprinted in my mind.
Yes, it's just skills, not even sword skills.
"Missing is equal to death. The old man is only afraid of the worst..."
The sun fell on the blade, reflecting Yang Yu's slightly sad face.
It's very dangerous outside the city.
Not only are there wild beasts and homeless refugees and beggars, but also bandits and horse thieves.
Qingzhou is located on the border of the Ming Dynasty and is a lot more chaotic than other states.
Even if an old jailer doesn't die, is he still good?
boom!
Bang bang bang!
At this time, a rapid knock on the door followed by a sharp voice broke the calm in the courtyard:
"Second Aunt, open the door, open the door. It's me, Yunhua!"
"Hey, here we come."
When Yang Yu frowned, Granny Yang had already put on her clothes and stepped forward to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, a woman had already entered.
She was about thirty years old, wearing low-quality blush, and said hello in a sharp voice. Behind her were a few honest middle-aged men.
"these people……"
Yang Prison frowned.
These people seemed to be his relatives, but they didn't seem to have moved around in many years.
Come to the door at this time...
"Why are you all here?"
After tossing and turning all night, Granny Yang's face didn't look very good.
"Auntie, the clan also knows about the second uncle's affairs. The reason why we came here this time is to arrange the funeral arrangements for his old man."
The woman sighed: "Second uncle, he has never enjoyed much happiness in life. After death, he will not be able to enjoy the glory again. What do you think?"
"Later, funeral affairs."
Granny Yang's face turned pale and she swayed: "Your second uncle just disappeared. He will come back, he will come back."
At the end of the sentence, her voice also dropped.
"Second aunt!"
The woman stepped forward and took Granny Yang's hand: "You still don't know what the yamen does? How can Liu, who is three feet tall, be willing to give pension to his second uncle?"
"Yes, Second Aunt. It's been a long time, but we can't delay it any longer."
The men also agreed.
"this……"
Grandma Yang was at a loss and felt helpless.
"Second Aunt, what are you still hesitating about? Just nod your head, and my nephew-in-law will take care of everything from now on, so you don't need to worry about it!"
Seeing that Granny Yang seemed to be persuaded, the woman's tone became more gentle, but her voice was sharp and made the listener extremely uncomfortable.
"Not only does this matter need to be done! It also needs to be done in a big way!"
At this time, someone else echoed.
"That's it, that's it!"
The middle-aged woman nodded first, then became alert. She glanced around and saw a pale-faced boy leaning in front of the door, staring at her coldly.
Looking coldly at the "relatives" in the courtyard, Yang Yu felt a fire beating in his heart.
In his two lives, he was more than just a country boy. How could he not know what the purpose of these people was?
Eat extremely well!
He had heard that if a man in a family died, members of the same family would come to the house and plunder all the valuables from the house, including the pots and pans.
They would even come to the house every day under the pretext of going to mourn, forcing the family to set up running water mats, and they would keep setting them up, inviting everyone to come and eat, and devour all the family members!
Until all the properties and land are handed over, the woman is forced to run away, or even hang herself!
According to legend, a generation of famous prostitute Liu Rushi was forced to live in poverty and hanged herself at home. But even so, her family fortune was still taken away after her death!
Yang Yu never thought that he would encounter such a thing one day.
"Is this the little prisoner?"
The woman's face froze, and she forced out a smile: "I haven't seen you for a year, and you are already an adult."
"Small prison."
Grandma Yang breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly broke away from the woman's hand, and took a few steps back.
"Mother-in-law."
Yang Yu glanced at the people in the courtyard, then looked at the old woman and said warmly: "Choose a suitable day to take care of the old man's funeral affairs."
"Can……"
Granny Yang hesitated to speak, but when she saw Yang Yu's eyes were firm, she could only nod in agreement.
"What Xiao Jiao said is so right!"
The woman originally thought that there would be another twists and turns in this matter, but when she saw that it seemed to be the case, she was immediately overjoyed:
"Why do you need to pick a day? Today is the best day!"
"Not today!"
Yang Yu shook his head and saw that the woman looked worried, so he said: "At the worst, we have to wait for the Yamen to provide compensation."
After a pause, he added:
"Wang Captou agreed to this matter."
"Wang Captou?"
The woman was stunned, rolled her eyes, and hesitated: "But the yamen wants to delay the work. What if it takes a year and a half?"
'I really can't wait.'
Yang Yu's eyes turned cold, and he gritted his teeth before suppressing his anger: "In three days, the pension will be paid out. Even if it is not available by then, the old man's funeral arrangements will still have to be taken care of."
"That……"
The woman hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the men had no objections, she nodded in agreement.
"well."
After sending a few people away, Granny Yang let out a long sigh and became more and more haggard: "Xiao Jing, what should I do..."
After living for most of her life, how could she not know the purpose of these people?
But what can I do if I know?
The family's land and even the house are all registered in the clan, so even if they sue the officials, they won't win.
"Mother-in-law, give me the land deed and the house deed together."
The door was closed tightly, but Yang Yu's Qi was still there.
There was a moment when he wanted to kill these people with a knife.
But after killing these people, there were others, and if she was caught, her mother-in-law would really have no hope at all.
"You want to sell these fields? It won't work. These field deeds and house deeds are all numbered in the clan, and no one will take them..."
The old woman shook her head repeatedly.
Yang Yu gritted his teeth, but smiled:
"Sell it to them, of course they won't want it. But what if you give it to them?!"