On the way home, Ye Jian sorted out the family information after his crossing.

The people of the north city are rich and noble, occupying all the properties of the big moon city, and the people of the south city belong to the poor and mainly work for the rich people of the north city, and the separation between the north and south cities is a small river that passes through the city, and the big moon river, the name of the big moon city is also derived from this small river.

The only passage between the north and south castles is a wide stone bridge, the Otsuki Bridge.

Ye Jian's home is in Nancheng, and his father Ye Rong is the leader of the poor in Nancheng, known as Brother Rong.

"Alas, I didn't reincarnate well, I became a scumbag after crossing, and my family is still poor, what kind of life do I have?"

Ye Jian sighed as he walked back to his home.

A three-room blue brick house, with a small courtyard of dozens of square meters, is Ye Jian's home.

Ye Jian returned home and had dinner with his parents.

"Son, how are you doing at school?"

Ye Rong sandwiched a piece of meat into his son Ye Jian's bowl.

"It's okay. Ye Jian didn't raise his head, and buried his head in eating.

Ye Rong looked at his son and sighed silently, his son is stupid by nature, and he can't comprehend the way of reading and cultivating, this year is Ye Jian's last year in elementary school, and he is still only barely entering the third stage of the Huigen Realm, Ye Rong hates iron and steel, and his family saves money for Ye Jian to go to the academy to practice, originally expected his son Ye Jian to be able to make a difference in the cultivation of scholarly qi and get rid of the poor family of the Ye family, but now it seems that this dream is going to fail.

"Otherwise, when this semester is over, you can go home and learn business with me, so that you can eat in the future. ”

Ye Jian raised his head and looked at his father, "What if I can successfully graduate and enter middle school?"

"If you can really get into middle school, I will sell iron for you to continue your education. ”

Ye Rong said very excitedly, he dreamed that his son could make progress in the cultivation of calligraphy, in this world, the foundation of one's life is to cultivate calligraphy, and only those who cultivate high can become superior, become a strong man, and dominate one side.

Looking at his father's expectant eyes, Ye Jian suddenly thought, whether it was 5,000 years ago or 5,000 years later, reading was the right way!

"Dad, do you usually have some ancient books?"

Ye Jian changed the topic, the most important thing now is to find more ancient books and improve his book qi cultivation.

Ye Jian's father also practiced calligraphy when he was young, one was helpless and the family was poor, and the other was average talent, Ye Rong only graduated from elementary school, and gave up cultivation in the 8th section of Huigen Realm, and later supported his family by doing coolies for the rich in the north of the city, because he had a certain foundation for the cultivation of scholarly qi, his strength was greater than that of ordinary people, and he was righteous and just, Ye Rong became the Rong brother among the poor people in the south of the city, and everyone liked to find him for anything.

"What, do you want to read now?" Ye Rong heard that his son wanted to read, and immediately became happy, he couldn't stand forcing him to read before, but now he took the initiative to ask to read.

"Follow me. Ye Rong got up and walked to the study.

Ye Jian was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed his father to his bedroom, his father took out a wooden box from the corner, opened the wooden box, and took out a few books.

"Handbook of Juvenile Psychological Development", "Half Moon Talk", "Reader", ,,,,

Ye Jian flipped through it, and they were all second-hand manuscripts, and they were all mutilated.

Ye Jian sneered as he flipped through them, "Dad, you have collected these garbage?"

"What, garbage? Do you know how in-demand this book is? Money can't buy it. ”

Ye Jian knew that what his father said was right, the ancient books in this world were originally very rare, and they were generally remnants of special protective devices or words on stone tablets, porcelain, jade, etc., which were excerpted and copied down after sorting them out for scholars to study.

"Ouch, Dad, you still have a copy of "******" here, this is not suitable for children?"

Ye Jian laughed, Ye Rong was embarrassed by his son's laughter, and said, "These are all books for cultivation, what is not suitable for children, there is also a copy of "Golden Bottle Plum" in the subset of scripture and history, in the book qi cultivation world, it is a rare treasure." ”

These books were not even pediatrics for Ye Jian 5,000 years ago, and he was really not interested, and suddenly, Ye Jian's eyes lit up, and he saw a rectangular thing wrapped in brown paper under the wooden box.

"Dad, what kind of treasure is this, it can't be the original ancient book, right?"

Ye Rong smiled mysteriously, reached out and took it out, opened the kraft paper, and it turned out to be a kitchen knife with rust.

"Kitchen knives?" Ye Jian shouted, "You also collect kitchen knives? ”

Ye Rong smiled and said, "Take a closer look, what's so special?"

Ye Jian was very puzzled, what could be special about a kitchen knife, but seeing that his father was so mysterious, he couldn't help but take it in his hand, and after reading it, he really didn't find anything special.

Ye Jian turned the kitchen knife over again, and was stunned all of a sudden.

"Oh my God, Dad, there's an inscription?"

The kitchen knife is engraved with several big characters: Wang Mazi kitchen knife, and the following line of small characters: Beijing Lichang Wang Mazi Industry and Trade Co., Ltd.

5000 years ago, the object with the text is considered a spiritual weapon, it is very rare and precious, not to mention a kitchen knife, if the weapon before the Qing Dynasty has words, then it can be called an artifact, the first place on the list of artifacts today is Simu Wu Fangding, although there are only three words "Simu Wu", but the powerful calligraphy contained in it is unimaginable.

Although the era of this kitchen knife in front of him is relatively recent, after all, it has 18 ancient characters, and if Ye Jian can refine it, it will be a very powerful weapon.

"Dad, where did you get this baby?"

"More than ten years ago, a farmer dug this in the field, and I happened to meet it, and the farmer didn't understand, so I spent 10 gold coins to buy it for him, but unfortunately, my father I couldn't understand the meaning of the words on it, and I couldn't refine this weapon. ”

"10 gold?"

Ye Jian was stunned, this kitchen knife with eighteen ancient inscriptions, if it was put on the auction market, it would be at least more than 1,000 gold, and he sighed in his heart, "Dad, I can't see it, you are really dark." ”

"Stinky boy, what do you say about Dad?" Ye Rong smiled and tapped his son's head with his finger.

Many times, when the family encountered difficulties and lacked money, Ye Rong wanted to sell this kitchen knife, but in the end he was reluctant to sell it.

"Dad, give it to me. ”

"What are you doing with it, can you understand it?"

"I'll think about it, what if I can understand it?"

"Okay, you take it, take care of it, don't lose it. ”

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Ye Jian was ecstatic and returned to his room with Wang Mazi's kitchen knife and closed the door.

Ye Jian sat cross-legged on the ground, put the kitchen knife on his chest, stretched out his hand to grab the kitchen knife, his eyes were slightly closed, and a wisp of consciousness passed to the kitchen knife through his fingers.

"Wang Mazi kitchen knife, Beijing Lichang Wang Mazi Industry and Trade Co., Ltd.", Ye Jian whispered in his mouth, and a stream of book gas spontaneously arose, entering the sea of qi in his body.

Ye Jian concentrated all his divine consciousness on the kitchen knife, and after a few seconds, the kitchen knife on the ground began to beat, emitting a faint layer of light.

Ye Jian knew that he had activated the ancient characters of this kitchen knife 5,000 years ago through his divine sense, and stimulated the calligraphy it contained.

After a while, Ye Jian retracted his senses, the light on the kitchen knife disappeared, and when he looked at the kitchen knife again, the rust spots on it had disappeared, and the whole kitchen knife looked simple and vigorous, extremely sharp.

Ye Jian took a long breath and stood up, he wanted to try this kitchen knife that had been refined by himself, and it had most of its power.

Ye Jian walked out of the room and came to the backyard, there was a willow tree with a thick bowl mouth dozens of meters in front of him, so he concentrated his divine sense, poured the book qi into the Wang Mazi kitchen knife, and slashed at the willow tree in the distance.

I saw a cold light flashing, and then there was a 'click', and the bowl-thick willow dozens of meters away broke at the waist.

Ye Jian was so happy that he was about to jump.

Ye Jian found a piece of cowhide, spent half a day making a scabbard, put the kitchen knife in it, and hung it on his waist, although the appearance looked a little ugly, but Ye Jian was still very excited in his heart.

"Well, there's a chivalrous style. ”

Ye Jian had a martial arts plot before the crossing, and often dreamed that he was equipped with stunts and walked the rivers and lakes, but now after the crossing, he felt that he finally had the opportunity to realize the dream in his heart, and he couldn't help but be a little happy.

With this Wang Mazi kitchen knife, facing Zuo Lei's younger brother Zuo Feng, I couldn't help but feel a little more confident in my heart.