MTL - My Attributes Cultivation Life-Chapter 2 Seiwa Imperial Palace

  Chapter 2 Qinghe Gongxia

   Daling's Goulan is not just for men and women to have fun, but more of a variety of singing, drama and other performances.

  A well-functioning hook bar can earn extremely high income from performances alone.

   Zhang Rongfang didn't have much time until he was sober, so naturally he didn't have the ability.

   This is the income that the predecessor earned by writing music.

   He touched the one-hundred-wen banknote, which was printed with the complicated manufacturer's name, anti-counterfeiting marks, and the official name set by Emperor Daling: Lingyuan Tongxing Treasure Banknote.

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

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

  Recently, prices at the foot of the mountain have risen again, and brown rice costs 20 cents a pound. If these 100 articles are taken out to improve life alone, it is really useless.

   But it doesn't cost money to eat and live in the Qinghe Palace, so one hundred wen to buy meat and eggs to replenish the body may also get some attributes.

   When the time comes, try to find a way to get the status of a practitioner

   was walking forward when Zhang Rongfang suddenly heard a few voices coming from a distance on the right side of the front, outside the corridor outside the dojo.

   "When did you go back? I thought only Li Yunchang was returned." A worried young man said. Sounds like she's in her early twenties.

   "The people who were arranged to go down the mountain last night, along with Chen Dashan and Zhang Shitou. They didn't need so many handymen disciples on the mountain, so naturally they retire." Another female Taoist sighed.

"If someone in the family becomes a Taoist, they can be exempted from a lot of official taxes and military service. Therefore, even if it is a handyman, there are people who want to send someone up. Anyway, as long as you send someone who doesn't care about your family, you will be able to enjoy the experience. Less benefits, such a good thing, who wouldn't?" The Taoist woman continued.

   "Well, how did you keep people?" the Taoist man asked.

   "Either you send money, or someone will take care of you," the Taoist woman sighed. "If this person is driven down the mountain, he will definitely not be able to return home. We are the fourth class again."

   Zhang Rongfang did not continue to listen, but his heart was stunned.

  The Great Spirit divides the people into ten grades according to their professions: officials, officials, monks, Taoists, doctors, craftsmen, craftsmen, prostitutes, Confucians, and beggars.

   At the same time, people are divided into four categories according to their nationalities: Lingren, Huxi, Beiren, and barbarians.

   The Qinghe Palace is located in the south, and most of the handyman disciples are actually barbarians. Zhang Rongfang was originally considered a northerner, but when he and his sister drifted to Pingyu Road, they were also considered barbarians.

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

   He silently walked past the two people in peace. The two didn't care about him at all, and were still trying to figure out how to stay.

   Crossing the two, Zhang Rongfang could still hear the faint voices behind him.

   Being driven down the mountain and getting rid of Taoist membership is a very troublesome thing.

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

  There is no official certification, no matter how good your skills are, you can only get very low money.

   And the fourth-class barbarians are restricted to many industries in Daling. Once they are driven down the mountain, they will not be able to reduce their taxes and go to errands. Maybe one time the government errands are recruited for military service, they will be ruined.

   Even if they can still hold on, all kinds of tax systems are suppressed, and even the food and clothing of the fourth-class barbarians will become a problem in an instant.

   Now staying on the mountain, I can get free food and lodging, and many people can live without worry at home.

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

   Zhang Rongfang had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He is also a handyman disciple. There are too many handyman in the Qinghe Palace.

   This gave him a sense of crisis. Others could still farm after being cleared out, but he wouldn't be able to farm.

  The income from writing music can only be done by chance. I only won it once in more than half a year. If I want to live on this one hundred dollars, it is a dream.

   Besides, the song was written by the predecessor, and he didn’t know how to write it. Daling’s song is not a modern version of the song, and there are many strict rules. It's not just sing-along.

   He suddenly thought of his predecessor, Zhang Rongyu. Think of what she said before.

   In Daling, as a fourth-class person, it is really difficult to live with dignity.

  Bypassing the main hall of Qinghe Palace, find your own room in the disciple's bungalow area behind.

   Zhang Rongfang carefully placed the one hundred-wen bills with the rest of the money he had saved, and then carried them all on his body.

   There is only a wardrobe, a bed, a wooden bench, and an oil lamp on the wooden bench.

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

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

   In his last life, he was just an ordinary office worker, with a few thousand dollars a month, he was never married, he planned to save money and take out a loan to buy a house, but he fell asleep at night.

   As soon as he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, people came to Zhang Rongfang, a Taoist priest in the Qinghe Palace.

  Fortunately, his real name is also Zhang Rongfang, so there is no problem of accepting his name.

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

   He also worked hard to observe, study, and merged some of the memories left by his predecessor, and finally settled down in the Qinghe Palace without any trouble.

  The Taoist priest is not so easy to be, especially in this day and age, the Taoist priest of Daling.

   Not to mention other things, the homework of chanting the scriptures in the morning and evening, and the etiquettes such as meeting people and salutes, there are fixed details and rules.

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

   Although there is a lead in chanting sutras, accidents can happen if you are not familiar with them. Although the handyman is doing chores, many tools and things cannot be used, which is just as troublesome.

   I finally got used to the rhythm, and today another clerk appeared to clear some of the handymen and went down the mountain.

  Zhang Rongfang unconsciously rubbed his hand on the wooden side of the bed. The rough and cold wood made him feel a little quieter.

  ‘There is no great spirit in history that seems to me that I have entered another world. ’

  In the memory of the predecessor, Daling was just an ordinary ancient dynasty, with no immortals, no magic, no demons and ghosts, just a dynasty environment similar to ancient China.

   is just the only difference, 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 to do in this world.

   In the past ten days, he didn't have time to think about this issue. Now that he finally got some free time, he came up with this question again from his heart.

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

   He raised his hand and moved his fingers.

   His eyes went from blank to solid.

  ‘Forget it, no matter what happens in the future, at least now I have to take care of myself first. ’

  ‘Now I’m in a precarious situation. The meals that are provided for free every day, not to mention the accumulation of attribute points, even the normal physical needs cannot be met. There is also a lot of chores to do every day, and only a little rest in the evening. ’

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

  ‘First set a small goal, get rid of the handyman disciple, eat and wear warmly and then talk about it. The current state of life is too unsafe. ’

   But with attribute abilities, he believed that he would definitely be able to dash out of the way.

   came back to his senses and stood 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 100 wen that I just got, the total is 22 taels of silver, that is, 2,000 wen, which is the money that my predecessor saved for a long time.

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

   Zhang Rongfang's predecessor did a good job in this regard. He was also old and solid, and his eyes never wandered, so the income was okay.

  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 priest.

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

   Zhang Rongfang is very clear that if he wants to live a comfortable life, he can only go to the dark on Taoism.

   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 to wash clothes.

   It's his turn this month.

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

   The management director Zhang Chunsheng was not there. After inquiring about Zhang Chunsheng's work and rest, and knowing that he would come at night, Zhang Rongfang also felt relieved.

  Zhang Chunsheng is famous for asking for money. As long as the news is true, he may be able to give gifts to get a reserved spot.

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

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

  Behind him, two Taoist priests sweeping the floor, with erratic eyes, swept across his bulging chest, and stopped.

  The two exchanged glances, and followed Zhang Rongfang calmly with their brooms in hand.

   These two are tall and muscular. Sweeping the floor here is fake. They are squatting to see which disciples will come to give gifts.

  Qing and the news from the palace, they have all heard.

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

   As soon as the news spreads, they go on a relationship-by-relationship basis, and prepare money for money, and if they don't have enough money, naturally they can only think of a crooked way.

  Which disciples in the palace have backgrounds, and which ones don't, they have stepped on it well.

   Now, when the two saw that Zhang Rongfang was not the disciples with backgrounds they remembered, they knew in their hearts.

  The two followed Zhang Rongfang, getting closer and closer.

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

   While walking, one of them bumped into Zhang Rongfang's back from behind.

  Poof.

   Zhang Rongfang was hit and staggered forward.

   He steadied his body and turned to look behind him. But it happened that two Taoists rushed up and wrapped him one after the other.

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

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

   The two of them are taller and stronger than him, confronting each other head-on, obviously not opponents.

  This place is cramped and there are few people, and I don’t have any friends who are loyal enough to come to help. It is unlikely that I will save my money.

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   After being silent for a while, Zhang Rongfang suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed it towards the hairpin.

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

   Zhang Rongfang paused for a while.

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

   The three of them followed the voice, and two young girls, one tall and one short, walked in quickly at the entrance of the alley.

   One of the red-haired and bun-headed girls is the one who just spoke.

   "Senior Sister Xiao!" Zhang Rongfang recognized the other party as the only daughter of the master teacher who was in charge of the handyman disciples - Xiao Qingying.

   "You two!" Xiao Qingying ignored Zhang Rongfang, but fixed her eyes on the two tall and strong Taoist priests.

   Before they finished speaking, the two of them saw that the situation was not good, so they turned around and ran away.

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

   Xiao Qingying wanted to catch up and teach the two of them a lesson, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, and she stomped her feet in anger.

   "Let's go to Quanqing!" She called another girl, but 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 blue dresses and short white coats, with a strand of long hair swaying behind them, and they quickly left the alley.

   "Zhang Rongfang has thanked Senior Sister Xiao." Zhang Rongfang ignored the attitude of the other party, no matter what Xiao Qingying's reasons were, if she helped herself, she helped herself.

  He clasped his fists with both hands and bowed deeply in the direction where the two left.

   (end of this chapter)