Daling's hook column is not just for men and women to have fun, but also for various singing, miscellaneous performances and other performances.

A well-functioning hook bar can earn a very high income just by performing.

Zhang Rongfang himself has only been awake and has not had much time, so he naturally has no ability.

This is the income earned by the predecessor by writing songs.

He touched the 100-cent banknote, which was printed with the complex name of the manufacturing formula, the anti-counterfeiting mark, and the official name set by the Great Spirit Emperor: Lingyuan Tongbao Banknote.

Carefully putting away the banknotes, Zhang Rongfang folded the letter and put it in the pocket of his clothes.

The more money he saves, the better he can live in Qinghe Palace.

Recently, the price of goods under the mountain has risen again, and brown rice costs 20 wen a catty. This hundred texts.... If you take it out alone to improve your life, it's really useless.

But it doesn't cost anything to eat and live in Qinghe Palace, so a hundred Wen may be able to get a little attribute if you buy meat and eggs to supplement your body.

When the time comes, I will find a way to get the identity of a disciple of the exercises.... You can try the effect of attribute improvement skills...

As he was walking forward, Zhang Rongfang suddenly heard from a distance that on the right side of the front, on the side of the dojo outside the corridor, some voices came from afar.

“.... When did you go back? I thought that only Li Yunchang was returned. A somewhat anxious young man said. Sounds like he's in his early twenties.

"I was arranged to go down the mountain last night, as well as Chen Dashan and Zhang Shi.... There are not so many miscellaneous disciples on the mountain, so they will naturally be retired. Another woman sighed.

"If someone in the family is a Taoist member, they can be exempted from a lot of official taxes, and they can also be exempted from military service, so even if it is miscellaneous service, there are people who want to send people up. Anyway, as long as you send someone who is not close to the family, you can enjoy a lot of benefits, this kind of good thing, who doesn't want to? The female Taoist continued.

"Alas... So how do you keep people? The man asked.

"Either send money, or someone will take care of it," the woman sighed. If we are driven down the mountain, we will definitely not be able to return home, and we will be a fourth-class person..."

Zhang Rongfang didn't continue to listen, but his heart was full of joy.

Daling divided the people into ten grades according to their trades: officials, officials, monks, Taoists, doctors, workers, craftsmen, prostitutes, Confucians, and beggars.

At the same time, people are also divided into four classes according to their ethnicity: Lingren, Huthi, Beiren, and Barbarian.

Qinghe Palace is located in the south, most of the miscellaneous disciples are actually barbarians, Zhang Rongfang was originally a northerner, and after he and his sister drifted to Pingyu Road, they were also counted as barbarians.

The area of Pingyu Road here is equivalent to a large province in the previous life.

He was silent and walked calmly past the two people, the two of them didn't care about him at all, and they were still trying to figure out how to stay.

Passing past the two, Zhang Rongfang could still hear the faint voice behind him.

It is a very troublesome thing to be driven down the mountain and removed from the Taoist register.

In Daling, the industry you are engaged in is not something you can change if you want to, you have to go to the government to apply, otherwise you can only be regarded as a black worker, and the income is extremely low.

Without official certification, no matter how good your skills are, you can only get a very low amount of money.

And the fourth-class barbarians, who are restricted from many industries in Daling, cannot enter, once they are driven down the mountain, they cannot reduce taxes to go to the errand service, and perhaps once the military service of the government is drawn, the family will be ruined.

Even if it can still be held up, all kinds of tax systems will be pressed, and the fourth-class barbarians will instantly become a problem with food and clothing.

And now staying in the mountains, they can eat and stay for free, and many people can have no worries about food and clothing at home.

So no matter how tired and hard the mountain is, no one wants to go down.

Zhang Rongfang had a lot of thoughts in his heart, he was also a miscellaneous disciple, there were too many miscellaneous servants in the Qinghe Palace, and he had to start clearing some of them.

This also gave him a sense of crisis, others were dismissed and could still go farming, but he would not farm.

The income from writing songs can only be lucky, and it took more than half a year to win once, and I got a hundred Wen.... To live on this is to dream.

Besides, the song was written by the predecessor, and he couldn't write it, and Daling's song is not a modern version of the song, and there are a lot of strict rules. It's not just a vernacular.

He suddenly thought of his predecessor's sister Zhang Rongyu. Reminds me of what she had said before.

In the Great Spirit, as a fourth-class person, if you want to live with dignity.... It's really hard.

Bypass the main hall of the Qinghe Palace, and find your room in the disciple's bungalow area at the back.

Zhang Rongfang carefully put the banknote of 100 wen together with the rest of the money he had saved, and then carried it all close to his body.

There was only one wardrobe in the room, a bed, a wooden bench on which an oil lamp was placed.

Zhang Rongfang sat down against the head of the bed, feeling a little dazed.

Although he has been here for more than ten days, he still has a sense of unreality.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker, a few thousand yuan a month, unmarried, planning to save money to take out a loan to buy a house, but he went to bed at night.

As soon as his eyes were closed and opened, he came to this Qinghe Palace miscellaneous Taoist priest Zhang Rongfang.

Fortunately, his real name is also Zhang Rongfang, and there is no acceptance problem in his name.

But from an ordinary workman to a Taoist priest, the gap is a bit big.

He also worked hard to observe, study, and fuse some of the memories left by his predecessor, so that he finally settled down in Qinghe Palace without chaos.

Taoist priests are not so easy to be, especially in this era, Taoist priests of great spirits.

Not to mention anything else, there are fixed rules for the morning and evening recitation of sutras, and etiquette such as saluting when meeting people.

There are rules for food, clothing, housing and transportation, which is quite troublesome.

Although there is a reading of the sutra, if you are not familiar with it, you will have an accident. Although handymen do odd jobs, many tools and things can't be used, and they are just as troublesome.

I finally got used to the rhythm, and today another one came out to clear some of the miscellaneous servants and went down the mountain.

Zhang Rongfang's hand unconsciously rubbed on the wooden square at the head of the bed, the rough and cold wood made him feel a little quieter.

'There is no great spirit dynasty in history.... Looks like I'm in another world. ’

In the memory of the predecessor, Da Ling was just an ordinary ancient dynasty, with no immortals, no spells, no demons and monsters, and it was a dynastic environment similar to that of ancient China.

The only difference is the territory of the Great Spirit, which is unimaginably large.

Zhang Rongfang was at a loss, he didn't know what he could do and what he wanted to do in this world.

In the past ten days, he didn't have time to think about this problem, but now that he is finally free, he has this question from his heart.

'If I can't go back, what do I want to do here?' What can I do? ’

He raised his hand, moving his fingers.

His eyes went from being dazed to condensing.

Forget it, no matter what happens in the future, at least I have to make myself better for now. ’

"Now I am in a hurry, and the little food that I serve for free every day, not to mention saving attribute points, even the normal physical needs cannot be satisfied." I also have to do a lot of chores every day, and I only have a little rest time in the evenings. ’

The expression on Zhang Rongfang's face slowly changed from indifferent to firm.

'Set a small goal first, get rid of the miscellaneous disciples, eat and clothe yourself, and then talk. The current state of life is too unsafe. ’

But with an attribute ability, he believes he can make a way out.

Coming back to his senses 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 accumulated before, plus the one hundred wen that had just arrived, was a total of two taels of silver, that is, two thousand wen, which was the money that the predecessor had saved for a long time.

As a Taoist priest, even if he is a handyman, he can occasionally get a small reward from some generous guests.

Zhang Rongfang's predecessor did a good job in this regard, and he was honest, and his eyes never fluttered, so the income was okay.

With this money, he originally planned to wait for the rest time, go down the mountain to buy some good things, replenish his body, and exchange it for attribute points.

But just after listening to the conversation between the two, he planned to use it to give gifts to the Taoist of the pipeline.

In this world, the class hierarchy is extremely strict, and the fourth-class barbarians are extremely restricted, and can only do some hard work.

Zhang Rongfang knew very well that if he wanted to live a comfortable life, he could only go dark in the Taoist books.

There is still a chance to earn money in the future, but after this opportunity, it may be difficult and difficult in the future.

Leaving the disciple's bungalow, he went straight to the washing room, which is the place where he washed his clothes.

This month it's his turn to rotate.

However, before going to the washing room, Zhang Rongfang turned a corner and went to the Taoist management room first.

Zhang Chunsheng, the head of the management road, was not there, and after inquiring about Zhang Chunsheng's work and rest, he learned that he would come in the evening, and Zhang Rongfang was also relieved.

Zhang Chunsheng is famous for asking for money for his death, as long as the news is confirmed to be true, he may be able to give gifts to get the remaining quota later.

It's a pity that the money he saved is going to be gone again....

Zhang Rongfang had just left the Taoist management room and didn't go far.

Behind him, two sweeping Taoist priests, their eyes wandering, swept over his bulging chest, and both stopped moving.

The two changed their eyes, and followed Zhang Rongfang quietly with a broom.

These two people are tall and muscular, and it is fake to sweep the floor here, and they will squat to see which disciples will come to give gifts.

They all heard the news from the Qinghe Palace.

This is a decision handed down by the highest prison except for the palace master, and no one can change it.

As soon as the news spread, they went through the relationship and prepared the money, and they didn't have enough money, so they could only think of a crooked way.

Which disciples in the palace have a background and which don't, they all stepped on it well.

Now, when the two of them looked at Zhang Rongfang, it was not the disciples with backgrounds they had remembered, and they knew it in their hearts.

The two followed Zhang Rongfang closely, getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer.

The three of them quickly walked into the alleyway between the two halls.

As he walked, one of them slammed into Zhang Rongfang's back from behind.

Burst.

Zhang Rongfang was knocked and stumbled forward.

He steadied himself and turned to look behind him. But he happened to be rushed up by two Taoists, one after the other.

"Good boy, you stole my money and dare to show your face here!?" The darker-skinned Gao Daoist pointed at Zhang Rongfang and shouted.

"....." Zhang Rongfang followed the other party's line of sight, looked at his chest, and knew the other party's purpose.

The two in front of him are taller and stronger than him, and they are obviously not opponents when they face each other head-on.

This place is cramped and there are few people, and I don't have any friends who are righteous enough to come to help, so it is unlikely that I will keep my money.

So....

After a moment of silence, Zhang Rongfang raised his right hand sharply and grabbed it towards the hairpin.

"What are you doing!?" Suddenly, a crisp female voice came from behind.

Zhang Rongfang made a pause and stopped.

The two Taoist priests were about to pounce on them, but they also stopped.

The three of them followed the sound, and two young girls, one tall and one short, walked in briskly at the mouth of the alley.

One of them, a delicate girl with red hair and a bun head, was the one who had just spoken.

"Senior Sister Xiao!" Zhang Rongfang recognized the other party as Xiao Qingying, the only daughter of the master in charge of 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 and ran.

The two figures rushed out of the alley in a few moments, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xiao Qingying still wanted to catch up and teach the two of them a lesson, but there was no one in a blink of an eye, so angry that she stomped her feet hard.

"Gone, all clear!" She called another girl, and when she passed by Zhang Rongfang, she didn't even look at him. It's as if people don't exist at all.

The two of them were wearing long cyan skirts, short white coats, and a strand of long hair swaying behind them, and they quickly walked out of the alley.

"Zhang Rongfang thanked Senior Sister Xiao." Zhang Rongfang ignored the other party's attitude, no matter what Xiao Qingying's reason was, helping himself was helping himself.

He clenched his hands into fists and shook deeply in the direction the two had left.