Sunrise and sunset, Chu Mu slept for nearly a day and two nights, and it was not until the early morning of the third day that Chu Mu woke up.

Of course, instead of sleeping until you wake up naturally, you are forced to wake up by the strong hunger in your belly.

There seemed to be nothing in my stomach, and the pain seemed to be worse, but the only thing I was glad that my strength had recovered a little, and it was not extremely difficult to walk.

The house left by the original owner's father is not large, and there is no cloister pavilion, just an ordinary farmhouse, plus a small courtyard in front of the door fenced by bricks and stones.

Coming out of the bedroom, he staggered to the kitchen, and a few cold steamed buns left before seemed to have become Chu Mu's lifesaver at this moment.

In his previous life and present life, it was the first time for Chu Mu to experience such a feeling of hunger, gobbling it up, and the taste of the food was almost completely ignored, only caring about the feeling of fullness after entering the abdomen.

With a few steamed buns in his stomach, the feeling of hunger finally dissipated a lot, and sitting next to the stove, Chu Mu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The taste of this hunger is really profound, just looking at this hunger, Chu Mu estimated that he slept much more than usual this sleep, otherwise he would not be hungry to this point.

"The next spiritual blessing, you must pay attention."

Chu Mu once again secretly warned himself that although the blessing of Linghui is good, he must also grasp the limit, he is too obsessed, forgets his own ability to bear, and has no self-knowledge, I am afraid that good things will also become bad things.

Thoughts flowed in his mind, Chu Mu's movements were not idle, although his body was still sore, he was still busy in this kitchen in an orderly manner.

Although he didn't learn cooking in his previous life, he was adrift, and he didn't cook by himself, and his cooking skills were not good, but it was enough to satisfy himself.

With the leftover ingredients in the kitchen, a few side dishes that looked good were placed on the table.

After another gobble-up, the food was swept away, and the hunger in the stomach completely dissipated.

At this time, the morning sun had risen, and the slightly warm sunlight tore through the morning mist and sprinkled the earth, in the courtyard, Chu Mu paced with some difficulty, eating after eating, and moving his sore body by the way.

That light curtain panel had already appeared in Chu Mu's field of vision.

[Name: Chu Mu.] 】

【Skills:

Basic Knife Technique (Beginner) 30/100】

[Aura: 5.3%]

"Fifteen points up proficiency ......"

Chu Mu thought silently, he was not too little, under the blessing of the night Linghui, the biggest help to this sword technique was not these dozen points of proficiency, but the incomplete memory that originally belonged to the original owner was completely integrated into him Chu Mu himself, and the original thick estrangement was also gone.

This is the biggest benefit under the blessing of that spiritual light.

Thoughts flowed, Chu Mu slowly paced, and finally stopped at the courtyard gate, this mansion is obviously not long old, the lacquered courtyard gate is a little mottled, and the corners of the door have even been damaged in a few places.

Through the courtyard gate, you can clearly hear the chaos outside the courtyard, accompanied by a piercing creaking sound, the courtyard gate that seems to be about to crumble slowly opens, and what meets Chu Mu's eyes is another world.

Although the house left by the original father is not too big, the location is quite good, and it is on the side of the main street in this town, and the market is bustling when the door opens.

The morning fog has not completely dissipated, and under the morning sun, the street is already bustling with people, there are street vendors who carry their hands and sell on their shoulders, there are Xiaoer standing on the side of the street and calling, and there are also dung workers who drive ox carts to collect manure from house to house......

The market life of the people at the bottom in ancient times, outside this door, was extremely clear in Chu Mu's eyes.

Although it was not the first time to see such a scene, every time, Chu Mu was a little involuntarily in a trance.

Past...... It's really just a past life, everything only exists in memories, and there is no going back!

Chu Mu felt that he should be happy, glad that he had no worries in his previous life, otherwise, Chu Mu really couldn't imagine such a scene.

After a long time, Chu Mu seemed to come back to his senses, pursed his lips, and slowly turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

The original owner is not a wealthy and noble family, and the father of the original owner is in the inspection, basically he goes out early and returns late, and sometimes he is busy with official business and even does not see anyone for half a month.

In this way, the bedroom furnishings are simple, a wooden bed, a cabinet, and nothing else.

Following the memory of the original owner, Chu Mu found a locked small wooden box from the cabinet, and after opening it, what caught Chu Mu's eyes was a pile of paper "banknotes".

It is strange to say, according to the insight of Chu Mu's previous life, this ancient social currency is not all copper, silver and other precious metals as the main currency, even if there are paper money, most of them are used as large-scale transactions, even if the Ming and Song Dynasty "Jiaozi", "treasure banknotes" and other officially issued, and generally circulated banknotes, did not completely replace the status of metal currency.

Compared with a piece of paper that can be endorsed by credibility and can be distributed indiscriminately, the people obviously believe in genuine metal money.

And now, according to the memory of the original owner, since the original owner had cognition, metal money has not existed, and paper money is all of money.

But the value of this currency is one brass, five brass, ten brass, fifty brass, a hundred brass, one silver, five silver, ten silver......

Such a division of currency value clearly shows that metal money was and must be the mainstream of currency, but I don't know which dynasty the majestic emperor crossed the era of metal money and entered the era of paper money.

From this alone, it can undoubtedly be seen that this Great Chu is by no means any ancient dynasty that he knew in his previous life.

"This banknote is beautifully made!"

Pick up a piece of banknote, the touch of the fingers is clearly transmitted to the heart, not the frosted feeling of ordinary paper, but a smooth feel.

If it was just paper, Chu Mu would not be too surprised, what Chu Mu was surprised by was the exquisite ink paintings engraved on the banknotes.

Each currency has a different ink painting, including mountains, water, cities, and palaces......

Each banknote is a painting that can be framed.

If it was in the previous life, Chu Mu would not be surprised, but now this ancient society, with the productivity of this ancient world, has produced such a fine banknote, which is really unbelievable.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't come up with a reason, Chu Mu didn't get too entangled, he was just a newcomer now, and when he was familiar with it, he would naturally know what he should know.

Picked up a few banknotes and stuffed them into his arms, and when he was about to relock the small wooden box, Chu Mu hesitated for a while, and finally picked up all the banknotes, carefully stuffed them into his arms, and carefully checked them several times.

This money is all the belongings of the original owner, even the belongings of the original owner's father, are in it.

A total of 322 silver and 68 bronze, you know, the original owner took over his father's office, and the monthly salary was only eight silver.

With such a huge amount of money placed in a wooden cabinet like this, Chu Mu was really not at ease.

If it is stolen, then he will probably have to drink the northwest wind, and the deacon of the patrol division will have to pay for the meal!

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