The First Cause of All Realms

The adventure of falling off a cliff is a bridge that can only be found in Huaben's novels.

Yang Yu never imagined that his old man would have such an opportunity before, and he was both happy and worried at the same time.

The old man is glad that he got the 'adventure', but the cliff seems to be very high, there is nothing on the cliff, there is no water and no food, I am afraid it will be very difficult at this time.

"I hope that the old man can turn the bad luck into good luck, and the death will be auspicious..."

After being stunned for a while, Yang Yu sighed.

Heishan City is quite far away from Qingzhou, and it takes more than a year to come and go.

Even if he wanted to find the old man, he was powerless for the time being.

Not to mention that Heishan City is a little uneasy at this time. If I leave, my mother-in-law is here alone, I am afraid it will be more dangerous.

"Just how should I explain it to my mother-in-law?"

Yang Yu rubbed his temples, turned over and jumped out of the outline, stretched out his hand and wiped it from the side of the tank, the broken knife was already pinched in his hand.

After thorough refining, he noticed the difference.

Holding the knife at this time, there is a feeling of water and milk blending in his heart, it seems that the knife is not only a knife, but a part of his arm.

"Thorough refining, does it seem to make a difference?"

Yang Yu's spirit was shocked, and he immediately looked at the small tripod in his chest.

The diligent 'charging' during this period of time made this cauldron of gluttony only a small part of it still green even after the broken knife was completely refined.

This also means that in three to five days as quickly as possible, and as slow as eight or nine days, he will be able to refine the second ingredient.

This speed is up to him.

wow~

Shaking off the water droplets on his body, Yang Yu held the knife in his hand and waved it around in the courtyard.

He holds the knife in his right hand, and his left hand becomes a palm, his eyes fall to the edge of the knife, and his body follows the knife.

Sometimes he presses the back of the blade with his hands and rolls to close, sometimes bends his elbows, and sometimes pulls it down...

After walking around for a while, Yang Yu only felt that the broken knife was like a driving arm, moving at will, indescribably smooth and comfortable.

It was as if he had been practicing for thirty or fifty years.

huh~

But it didn't take long for Yang Yu to withdraw his sword and back away, panting slightly:

"In my memory, the old man can swing the knife with all his strength 800 times... My physique is not as good as the old man?"

Yang Yu thought about it, it was true.

It's only been a year since I came to this world. I spent the first half of the year raising my body, and I didn't work too hard in the second half.

The real hard work is only these days.

In a short period of time, even if there was a medicinal bath, it would not be as good as the physique that the old man had suffered for half his life.

"My skills may not be inferior to the old man, but my strength and speed are a lot worse. If I really fight, the old man is afraid that it won't take a few knives to kill me..."

"I'm afraid the old man has also been in the medicated bath, but I don't know if the blood exchange was successful?"

Rubbing his body indiscriminately, Yang Yu muttered in his heart.

"I have to make money..."

…

"How to make money quickly?"

The sky was bright and bright, and Yang Prison was crouching at the table, writing and drawing.

Really difficult!

During the year of time travel, Yang Prison thought about making money more than once.

But they were stillborn for various reasons. Even if the memory of the past life was helpful, it couldn't resist the shackles of this world.

"Trade traders, selling salt and iron, brothels, gambling halls, smuggling, grain, land annexation, being an official..."

On paper, Yang Yu ranked the industries he thought were the most profitable, from low to high.

Compare your abilities and cross them out one by one.

The first thing to cross out is being an official.

Being an official is naturally the most lucrative profession, no one.

In the past three years, the prefect of the Qing Dynasty received 100,000 snowflakes of silver. This is not just talk.

The richest people in the city of Montenegro are not the "Chen, Wang, and Li" families who have been cultivating the city for decades, nor are they the Montenegrin army stationed outside the city.

It was the county magistrate 'Sanchi Liu'.

He has only been a county magistrate for ten years, and he is already much richer than those gentry.

Liu Wenpeng, who is three feet tall in the sky, is a famous and rich man even in the other counties.

The second is food.

People can't go without food for a day, they can eat meat, they can't eat grain, but this one has to be crossed out.

Food is the forbidden food of Sanchi Liu, and no one else can touch it.

In the same way, the annexation of land cannot be done at all.

After he was reunited, he crossed out the unconditional smuggling, brothels and gambling halls. In front of him, there were only salt, iron and traders.

"Salt and iron, businessmen..."

Circled these two options, Yang Yu bit the pen holder and pondered.

Daming can't help but privately own salt and iron, and there are not a few engaged in it, but this business can be described as complicated, and it is jointly controlled by several big gentry in the inner and outer cities and several gangs in the outer city.

The same goes for traders.

Regardless of the inner and outer cities, if you want to do business, even if you just set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings, you have to hand over 10% to the yamen, and the remaining 20% ​​goes to the gang squires.

The rest is his own.

Without a background, no matter how good the business is, it will be eaten cleanly.

What's more, he doesn't have so much time to run the business, let alone go out to buy goods.

The same is true for salt and iron. Although he has a more efficient method for refining salt and iron, where is the foundation?

Among the disciples of Old Man Wei, not only Hu Wan and the others were nourished, but the others were all suffering, haha.

"Difficult, difficult!"

Looking at the yellow paper full of writing, Yang Yu had a headache: "In this world, it's too difficult to do anything..."

After a while of meaningless venting, Yang Prison wrote four big characters on the paper.

"Rob the rich to help the poor!"

Gritting his teeth, Yang Prison finally knew why there were so many gangsters and gangs in the outer city.

Even if one crop after another died, it would still go on and on.

No way.

Because they have been annexed by the land, they have no skills, no capital, no background, no relationship...

There is no other way, I want to live, I want to live better.

Then the only way is to fight for this life!

To bully ordinary people who are just like them, but more cowardly.

Stab it!

Yang Yu tore the paper to shreds, threw it all over the room, suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart, and muttered:

"Abide by the law..."

…

After washing up for a while, I told my mother-in-law that the old man might not be dead after a roundabout way, after a lot of comfort.

Yang Yucai wrapped the broken knife and walked out the door with the last few coins he had collected from Wang Liu.

The North Street is not as prosperous as the South Street, but it is much better than the outer city. There is no shortage of taverns, casinos, teahouses, pharmacies, and brothels.

And because the rich and powerful in the city go to Nancheng more, the flow of people is more, and the business is better.

There are more vendors and more mixed up.

Squires, martial arts disciples, gangs, bastards, thieves...

Everything is there.

Walking aimlessly on the street, Yang Yu was thinking about how to make money, and suddenly felt a slight tremor in his chest.

"The Cauldron of Gluttony? Could it be that there are new 'ingredients'? It seemed that there was no such ability before..."

Yang Yu was overjoyed, and immediately swept to the stalls on both sides, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Looking back again, he saw a man squatting beside the road, whimpering in a low voice.

This man was dressed in tatters, with wounds and blood on his face. He was holding a rag bag with a miserable expression on his face.

"Big brother, what's wrong? He's seriously injured..."

Yang Yu's heart moved, and he stepped forward to ask.

"Ah~"

The middle-aged man wiped away his tears with a wry smile, pointed to the burden, and sighed about his situation.

The man's name is Han Liuzi. He lives in a city outside the city. A few days ago, his child contracted a serious illness, and he spent all his savings and was unable to save his life.

This time, I came to the inner city to change the things left by the sellers and take care of the children's funeral.

But he didn't want to be beaten up by a few **** because he didn't have the money to pay the booth fee. Not to mention that the booth was lifted, and the money was robbed to pay for the booth fee.

At the end, I almost burst into tears.

Yang Yu's heart softened and he sighed: "What else is there, let me see."

In these years, there are too many people who are suffering, and too few who are kind-hearted.

It was me, if it wasn't for the trembling of the 'Gluttony Cauldron', I'm afraid I would subconsciously ignore the crying man sitting beside the road, right?

It's not because he doesn't have good thoughts in his heart, it's really because this kind of thing is too common, and he has no choice at all.

"Thank you little brother."

Wiping away the tears, Han Liuzi opened the package. There were bottles and jars that didn't sell very well, and there were some miscellaneous books.

"This book?"

Yang Yu casually looked at it and shook his head.

These things are of little value, not to mention that several books are badly damaged, they are just old stories.

It cannot be said that it is worthless, but it is worth a few cents.

It doesn't seem to be...

Yang Yu's eyes flickered, and he looked at the leather wrapping these sundries.

Seeing this, the tremor of the gluttonous cauldron in his chest suddenly intensified.

"Brother Han, how much do you want to sell?"

Yang Yu stretched out his hand into his arms.

"I…"

Han Liuzi's face was a little red, and he lowered his head and said, "I, little brother, look at it..."

"I only have seven or eight coins on me..."

Handing over the silver, after a moment of hesitation, Yang Yu took out a silver hairpin from his arms, a silver bracelet, and stuffed it into Han Liuzi.

But he got it from Wang Liu's concubine, and he didn't dare to "sell off" the jewelry.

"Where do you want so much?"

Han Liuzi's face turned even redder, and he waved his hands again and again, feeling ashamed in his heart.

"You just accept it!"

Forcibly stuffing things into Han Liuzi's arms, and taking away the rags and sundries, Yang Yu felt a little relieved, and said with a smile:

"Brother Han, you may not believe it, but in this deal, maybe I'm taking advantage of you more than me."

"Little brother is joking."

Han Liuzi naturally didn't believe how much money would be available for these junk in his own house, so he thanked him for a while before accepting the money.

"To be honest, at that moment, I almost wanted to rob with a knife..."

Han Liuzi's expression darkened:

"This **** world doesn't allow people to live..."

Yang Prison was silent.

After a long time, he comforted: "It will definitely get better..."

"I hope."

Han Liuzi gave up hope and asked Yang Yu's name before carefully turning to the outer city.

"What kind of skin is this?"

Completely relaxed, Yang Yu was in a good mood. He took out the last few pennies and went to the teahouse to ask for a cup of tea.

When he closed his eyes slightly, he saw a new line of text appearing on the pitch-black wall of the cauldron.

【Discover ingredients】

【Ingredients: Human Skin Roll】

[Level: OK (below)]

【Quality: Excellent (Part 1)】

[Evaluation: The film is taken from the living person, the quality is acceptable, and the more precious thing is the record of "Old Mother Wants to Conquer Qi"]

[Refining can get 'Mother wants to convince me']

[Current refining progress: not refining]

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