Daling's Goulan is not just for men and women to have fun, but also for various singing, drama and other performances.
If you run a well-run Gou Lan, you can earn a very high income just by performing.
Zhang Rongfang himself had only been awake for a short period of time, so naturally he didn't have the ability.
This is the income my predecessor earned from writing music.
He touched the one hundred yuan note, which was printed with the complex name of the manufacturer, anti-counterfeiting marks, and the official name set by Emperor Ling: Lingyuan Tongxing Baobao.
After carefully collecting the banknotes, Zhang Rongfang folded the letter and put it into the lining pocket of his clothes.
The more money he saved, the more he saved, and his life in Qinghe Palace became easier.
Prices down the mountain have increased recently, with brown rice costing 20 cents per pound. This 100 cents... is of little use if used alone to improve one's life.
But there is no cost for food and accommodation in the Qinghe Palace, so if you spend a hundred coins to buy meat and eggs to replenish your body, you may still get some attributes.
When the time comes, I will find a way to obtain the identity of a practicing disciple...and I can openly try the effect of the attribute-improving skills...
As he was walking forward, Zhang Rongfang suddenly heard some voices in the distance on the right side of the front, outside the corridor outside the dojo.
"...When did you go back? I thought only Li Yunchang was sent back." A somewhat anxious young man said. He sounded like he was only in his early twenties.
"The ones who were arranged to go down the mountain last night were Chen Dashan and Zhang Shitou... We don't need so many handyman disciples on the mountain, so they naturally left." Another female Taoist sighed.
"If someone in your family becomes a Taoist, you can be exempted from a lot of official taxes, and you can also be exempted from military service, so even if you are a handyman, there are still people who want to send someone to work. Anyway, as long as you send someone who is not important in the family, you can enjoy a lot of things.
Who wouldn’t want such a good thing with less benefit?” the female Taoist continued.
"Oh...how do you keep people here?" the male Taoist asked.
"Either give money, or someone needs to take care of you..." the female Taoist sighed. "If we are driven down the mountain, we will definitely not be able to return home. We are the fourth class of people..."
Zhang Rongfang did not continue to listen, but his heart was shocked.
The Great Spirit divided the people into ten levels according to their professions: officials, officials, monks, Taoists, doctors, craftsmen, craftsmen, prostitutes, Confucians, and beggars.
At the same time, people were also divided into four categories according to their ethnicity: Lingren, Huxi, Northerners, and Barbarians.
Qinghe Palace is located in the south, and most of the servant disciples are actually barbarians. Zhang Rongfang was originally considered a northerner, and when he and his sister wandered to Pingyu Road, they were also considered barbarians.
The area of Pingyu Road here is equivalent to a large province in a previous life.
He kept silent and walked calmly past the two people. They didn't pay attention to him at all and were still trying to figure out how to stay.
Beyond the two of them, Zhang Rongfang could still hear the faint voices behind him.
Being driven down the mountain and expelled from Taoism is a very troublesome thing.
In Daling, you can't just change the industry you want. You have to apply to the government, otherwise you will be considered a black job and the income will be very low.
Without government certification, no matter how good your skills are, you can only earn very low wages.
As for the fourth-class barbarians, they were restricted from entering many industries in Daling. Once they were driven down the mountain, they could not reduce their taxes and go to the military service. Maybe they would be drafted for military service by the government and their families would be destroyed.
Even if they can still hold on, various tax regulations will come up, and the fourth-class barbarians will soon have problems with food and clothing.
But now, if you stay in the mountains, you can have free food and accommodation, and many people can live without worries about food and clothing at home.
So no matter how tired or miserable the mountain is, no one wants to go down.
Zhang Rongfang had many thoughts in his mind. He was also a disciple of the handymen. There were too many handymen in the Qinghe Palace, and some of them had to be eliminated.
This gave him a sense of crisis. Others could still farm after being cleared, but he didn't know how to farm.
The income from writing music can only be earned by chance. I only won once in more than half a year and won a hundred coins... If you want to make a living on this, it is just a dream.
Besides, the song was written by his predecessor, and he couldn't write it. Daling's song is not a modern version of the song. It has many strict rules. It is not just a matter of singing casually in vernacular.
He suddenly thought of his predecessor's sister, Zhang Rongyu, and what she had said before.
In Daling, as a fourth-class person, it is really difficult to live with dignity...
Bypass the main hall of Qinghe Palace and find your room in the disciple bungalow area at the back.
Zhang Rongfang carefully put the one hundred cash notes together with the rest of the money he had saved, and then carried them all close to his body.
There was only a wardrobe, a bed, a wooden bench, and an oil lamp on the wooden bench.
Zhang Rongfang sat down against the bedside, feeling a little confused.
Although he has been here for more than ten days, he still feels unreal.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker, making several thousand dollars a month, never getting married, planning to save money and take out a loan to buy a house, but ended up falling asleep at night.
As soon as the eyes are closed and opened, the person comes to the Taoist priest Zhang Rongfang of the Qinghe Palace.
Fortunately, his real name is also Zhang Rongfang, so there is no problem with accepting his name.
But from an ordinary working person to a Taoist priest, the gap is a bit big.
He also worked hard to observe and study, and combined with the fusion of some memories left over from his predecessor, he finally settled down in Qinghe Palace without causing trouble.
It's not easy to be a Taoist priest, especially in this day and age, it's not easy to be a Taoist priest.
Not to mention anything else, there are fixed and detailed rules for reciting sutras in the morning and evening, and etiquette such as saluting when meeting people.
There are rules for food, clothing, housing and transportation, which is quite troublesome.
Although chanting can be read, troubles can occur if you are not familiar with it. Although a handyman does chores, he doesn't know how to use many tools and things, which is just as troublesome.
After finally getting used to the rhythm, today another handyman came down the mountain to clear some of the troops.
Zhang Rongfang unconsciously rubbed his hands on the wood at the head of the bed. The rough and cold wood made him feel a little calmer.
'There is no great spiritual dynasty in history... It seems that I have arrived in another world.'
In the memory of its predecessor, Da Ling was just an ordinary ancient dynasty, with no immortality, no magic, no monsters, and a dynastic environment similar to ancient China.
The only difference is that the territory of the Great Spirit is unimaginably large.
Zhang Rongfang was at a loss. He didn't know what he could do or what he should do in this world.
In the past ten days or so, he had no time to think about this problem. Now that he finally had some free time, this problem came to his mind again.
'If I can't go back, what do I want to do here? What can I do?'
He raised his hand and moved his fingers.
His eyes went from blank to dull.
'Forget it, no matter what happens in the future, at least I have to live a better life for myself now.'
'Now I am living in a precarious situation. The little free meals I provide every day, not to mention the attribute points, are not enough to meet the normal physical needs. I still have to do a lot of chores every day, and I only have some rest at night.'
The expression on Zhang Rongfang's face slowly turned from dull to firm.
'Set a small goal first, get rid of the handyman disciples, have enough food and clothing, and then talk about it. The current living conditions are too unsafe.'
But with attributes and abilities, he believed that he would be able to find a way out.
After regaining consciousness and standing up, Zhang Rongfang checked the banknotes on his body and prepared to go out.
He still has to do today's chores.
The money I had saved before, plus the one hundred coins I just got, totaled two taels of silver, or two thousand coins. It was the money that my predecessor had saved for a long time.
As a Taoist priest, even a handyman can occasionally get a small reward from some generous guests.
Zhang Rongfang's predecessor did a good job in this aspect. He was also honest and dull, and his eyes never wandered, so the income was not bad.
With this money, he originally planned to wait for his rest time, go down the mountain to buy some good things, replenish his body, and exchange it for attribute points.
But after just listening to the conversation between the two people, he planned to use it to give a gift to the Taoist priest with a Taoist degree.
In this world, the class hierarchy is extremely strict, and the fourth-class barbarians are extremely restricted and can only do some hard labor.
Zhang Rongfang knew very well that if he wanted to live a more comfortable life, he would have to go to the dark side in Taoism.
There will be opportunities to make money in the future, but if Taoism passes this opportunity, it may be very difficult in the future.
After leaving the disciple's bungalow, he went straight to the washing room, where clothes were washed.
This month it's his turn.
But before arriving at the washing room, Zhang Rongfang turned a corner and went to the Taoist management room first.
The Taoist Priest Zhang Chunsheng was not here. After asking about Zhang Chunsheng's schedule and learning that he would come in the evening, Zhang Rongfang felt relieved.
Zhang Chunsheng is notoriously demanding money. As long as he is sure that the news is true, he may be able to give gifts to get a reserved spot.
It's a pity that the little money he saved is going to be gone again...
Zhang Rongfang had just left the Taoist management room and had not gone far.
Behind him, the two Taoist priests who were sweeping the floor glanced at his bulging chest with erratic eyes, and stopped moving.
The two of them exchanged glances, then followed Zhang Rongfang calmly with their brooms in hand.
These two people are tall and have strong muscles. It is fake to sweep the floor here, but it is real to squat here to see which disciples will come to give gifts.
They had all heard the news coming out of the Qinghe Palace.
This is a decision passed down by the highest supervisory committee except the palace lord, and no one can change it.
As soon as the news spread, they used connections and prepared money. But they didn't have enough money, so naturally they could only think of some crooked ways.
Which disciples in the palace have backgrounds and which ones don't, they all know better.
Now, when the two of them saw that Zhang Rongfang was not a disciple with the background they had remembered, they knew for sure.
The two followed Zhang Rongfang closely, getting closer and closer.
The three of them quickly walked to the alley between the two halls.
As they were walking, one of them hit Zhang Rongfang in the back from behind.
puff.
Zhang Rongfang was knocked forward and staggered forward.
He stabilized his body and turned around to look behind him. However, two Taoists rushed up to him, one behind the other and wrapped around him.
"Good boy, you stole my money and you still dare to show up here!?" The darker-skinned Taoist priest pointed at Zhang Rongfang and shouted.
"..." Zhang Rongfang followed the other party's line of sight and glanced at his chest, knowing the other party's purpose.
The two people in front of him were both taller and stronger than him. When they were facing each other head-on, they were obviously no match.
The place was small and there were few people, and I had few friends who were loyal enough to help. It was unlikely that I could keep my little money.
so....
After a moment of silence, Zhang Rongfang suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the hairpin.
"What are you doing!?" Suddenly a clear female voice came from behind.
Zhang Rongfang made a move and stopped.
The two Taoist priests were about to pounce, but they also stopped.
The three of them followed the sound and saw two young girls, one tall and one short, walking in quickly from the entrance of the alley.
One of the girls, a pretty girl with red hair and a bun, was the one who just spoke.
"Senior Sister Xiao!" Zhang Rongfang recognized the other party as Xiao Qingying, the only daughter of the master who was in charge of the miscellaneous disciples.
"You two!" Xiao Qingying ignored Zhang Rongfang, but stared at the two tall Taoist priests.
Before they finished speaking, the two men saw that the situation was not good, so they turned around and ran away.
Two figures rushed out of the alley and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Qingying wanted to catch up and teach the two of them a lesson, but in the blink of an eye they disappeared. She was so angry that she stamped her feet.
"Leave Quanqing!" She called another girl. When she passed by Zhang Rongfang, she didn't even look at him. It was as if the person didn't exist at all.
The two of them were wearing long cyan skirts and short white jackets, with their long hair swaying behind them, and they quickly left the alley.
"Zhang Rongfang thanked Senior Sister Xiao." Zhang Rongfang ignored the other party's attitude. No matter what Xiao Qingying's reasons were, she helped herself.
He clasped his hands into fists and bowed deeply in the direction the two of them were leaving.