The night passed, and in the early morning, the kitchen was already full of smoke, the white porridge in the pot was boiling, and the pot of Chinese medicine was already boiling.

In the courtyard, Chu Mu was holding a long knife in his hand, waving one move at a time, and when his body was slightly hot, Chu Mu still decisively stopped practicing, relaxed his body a little, and walked into the kitchen.

A bowl of white porridge, a plate of pickles, and a few steamed buns made by Chu Mu himself.

Of course, there is also a large bowl of bitter medicinal soup.

After eating breakfast, Chu Mu lifted the cloth bag containing pen, ink, paper and inkstone...... Out...... School.

Chu Mu remembers correctly, so far, the age of the original owner should be seventeen years old, and he started reading at the age of seventeen, and I don't know if it is a late bloomer.

Chu Mu wasn't sure if it was, but he was really a little ashamed.

In private school, although there are many students who are about the same age as him studying, those are basically students who have studied for many years and are preparing for fame.

Those who first started reading were basically a group of children of six or seven years old, even if they were older, they were only in their early tens.

Although the original owner was skinny, a seventeen-year-old man sat in the middle of a group of children, reading the same books and knowing the same words......

The style of painting is not harmonious, and the psychology is very shameful......

One day...... It's a long ......

At dusk, amid the chirping of a group of children, Chu Mu slowly walked out of the private academy.

Stopped, looked back, and then looked at the plaque hanging on the eaves, Chu Mu already knew these two words.

Mr.'s surname is Chang, where the mansion is located, and the mansion plaque is naturally "Changfu".

"Miscalculated."

On the first day of school, I was classmates with children, and the taste was really indescribable.

Twenty silver has been thrown in, and if you regret it, the twenty silver will really be thrown into the water.

Fortunately, today I just came to this private school to see, and then after receiving the job at the inspection office, I took the time to study after the next duty, and I also avoided the embarrassment of being in the same house with children.

If not, Chu Mu really considered a different way of learning.

"Take your time."

Chu Mu sighed lightly, it is not easy to read and write from scratch.

Glancing at the light curtain panel, Chu Mu's mood was much better, focusing on reading for a day, the "Spiritual Radiance Value" had skyrocketed by nearly 20 percent, so that in a few days, the "Spiritual Radiance Value" would be able to reach the 100% limit.

"You'll have to plan it out."

Tightening the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, Chu Mu secretly thought in his heart, the "Linghui value" is not easy to obtain, and what he has learned at the moment is really a bit wasteful to use the blessing of "Linghui".

Between thoughts, Chu Mu took a step, facing the afterglow of the sunset, and slowly walked towards his house.

"Let's go! Come on! ”

"Don't bother! Slow down, and you'll have nothing to eat! ”

As soon as he walked out of the alley, a few faint shouts came into Chu Mu's ears, and he subconsciously looked up, only to see that at the end of the street, several inspectors rode high-headed horses to open the way, and the surrounding patrols were escorted, and dozens of people in different clothes were surrounded in the middle, and the scolding sound seemed to be issued by the surrounding inspections.

Such a scene almost instantly summoned the memory in Chu Mu's mind, Chu Mu's face changed slightly, and he silently stepped aside, watching the mighty team go in front of him.

Chu Mu is naturally no stranger to such a scene, strictly speaking, the original owner is not unfamiliar.

Conscription and conscription were an indispensable part of the operation of ancient dynasties.

The current scene is obviously another levy and conscription in Qinghe County.

And in this Nanshan Town, it is even more ordinary, the mine is state-owned, and all the miners are conscripted by the county, and they are rotated every six months, which is not too ordinary.

In my memory, the original owner's father also died due to forced labor.

It seems that the county levied a thousand conscripts in Qinghe County to repair the river, and the father of the original owner was a member of the escort conscription.

It was an ordinary tolerance, but who would have thought that it would be like this.

Not only the father of the original owner, but also a thousand conscripts, as well as those who followed the escort of the conscripts, are all gone.

The news from the county is that there was a sudden flood, with tens of thousands of casualties, and none of the conscripts in Qinghe County survived because the project site was located in the lower reaches of the river.

Of course, this is just a notice from the county, and no one knows what it is, just like no one knows why they are only responsible for the inspection of escorting conscripts, and why they will run to the construction site in one go.

After all, the inspection of Qinghe County is only responsible for escorting the inspection to the county, and the next thing, according to the usual practice, has nothing to do with Qinghe County, only when the end of the conscription, the county will notify the county, and the county will send the inspection to pick up the conscription back.

Thing...... Obviously unusual......

Chu Mu glanced at the departing conscription team, and shook his head secretly, more than a thousand lives, and all of them are young and strong, each of them, in this era, can be said to be the pillar of a family.

More than 1,000 lives are lost so silently, which is obviously not a trivial matter for this Qinghe County.

For the death of the inspection, the county government has a large amount of pension, as well as the comfort of his son for his father's duties.

But what about the 1,000 conscripts?

Can you have proper compensation and comfort?

Judging from the memories of the original owner about the county government, it is obviously unlikely.

At the moment, on the cusp of such a storm, he was even conscripted......

After thinking for a moment, Chu Mu shook his head and forcibly suppressed the thoughts that emanated, for now, these people from another world really have little to do with him, and there is no need to ask for trouble at all.

"It's just that it won't be too calm next......"

Chu Mu looked around at the still noisy market, pursed his lips, took a silent step, and walked slowly in the direction of his home.

"Brother Mu'er!"

After walking a few steps, the sound in his ears made Chu Mu stop again, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a young man with a green face and a patrol armor trotting towards him.

As usual, after seeing the face clearly, the dusty memories in my mind also emerged.

"Xu Yuan?"

Chu Mu spoke out with some uncertainty.

"Brother Mu'er, what are you doing here?"

Compared with Chu Mu's unnaturalness, the young man was obviously much more natural, trotting to Chu Mu's side in a few steps, and looking at the schoolbag in Chu Mu's hand quite familiarly.

"It's all pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, what's so beautiful."

Chu Mu smiled, and memory and reality finally merged.

Xu Yuan, like the original body, is also a hard-working person.

It was also the early death of his mother, his father's patrol duty, and then his father was also killed in the duty of escort and forced labor.

The relationship between his father and the father of the original owner is irreversible, the two families are close, and they are even transferred to this Nanshan Town, and the two families also come together, so the original owner and this Xu Yuan are naturally quite familiar friends.