Gourd of Douluo

The soul skills taught by the old man had an extremely exaggerated effect on Wang Xiaofeng, which made his ability to receive information increase exponentially.

Before, it would take a lot of time and effort to read all the books in this book pavilion.

The original plan was to roughly read a quarter of the books before the end of the college exchange activities.

But now, in just one week, Wang Xiaofeng has flipped through all the books on the first floor and entered them all into the great library of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The amount of books on the second and third floors combined is less than one-tenth of the first floor.

There is no need to rush for the remaining ancient books. He suddenly has a lot of free time to arrange freely, and Wang Xiaofeng began to make new plans.

First, he needs to pick up the physical training that has been left behind.

"You said you want to find a place to exercise?"

Dai Mubai put down the stone lock in his hand and slammed it heavily on the ground, and the whole training ground seemed to shake with it.

Dai Mubai picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat off his face. He pointed to the empty training ground and said, "Don't bother. Just work out with me. It's boring for me to work out alone."

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the fitness equipment placed next to him. In addition to the huge stone lock, there were also logs, iron armor sandbags and other weight-bearing equipment.

He casually lifted a half-person-high, 1,000-jin stone lock and weighed it. Then he put it down, picked up the iron armor again, and shook his head. This one was lighter.

"Is there anything heavier?"

"Heavier?" Dai Mubai looked at the 500-jin stone lock beside his feet and said helplessly, "The stone lock you just picked up is already the heaviest thing here."

"If you need something heavier, you have to ask a craftsman to tailor it for you, but you have to wait for a while."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded, "Is that so? Then please help me make an appointment with a forging master. Do you have a soul master who has mastered gravity soul skills?"

Dai Mubai patted his head and smiled, "I almost forgot that the devil training method of practicing in Teacher Zhao's gravity field was proposed by you. Using gravity to make up for insufficient weight is really a good way."

"This is easy."

Dai Mubai ordered the guards standing guard outside.

About half an hour later, two middle-aged men in snow-white uniforms came in and bowed to Dai Mubai.

After hearing Wang Xiaofeng's request, the younger middle-aged man nodded and said, "If I don't fight and only use my soul skills on you, I can last for half an hour without any problem."

Another middle-aged man said, "If I just limit the space around your body, I can last for an hour."

"Then I can last for two hours!"

"I can last for three hours!"

The two looked at each other, and there was a faint shock of excitement between their eyebrows.

Wang Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you two."

"You're welcome, sir."

In this way, the daily plan became: finish breakfast at 6:30 in the morning, then read books in the library for two hours, rest for ten to twenty minutes to restore your spirit, and arrive at the training ground on time at nine o'clock to exercise for three hours until lunch time.

Only two hours of deep sleep at night can restore the energy consumed in the morning, and the extra two hours can be used for meditation and practice.

And the free time in the afternoon can be arranged freely.

"After more than two months, Nitia should be back home." Wang Xiaofeng walked out of the palace and walked towards the Zhou family.

But before reaching the Duke of Zhou's Mansion, I saw a crowd of people in the distance, making a lot of noise.

Next to the two heavy stone lions were two large tables and two armchairs. Many adults and children were divided into two teams and lined up in a long line. Judging from their clothes, most of them were from poor families.

Two people who looked like students registered one by one on the table. Those who had completed the registration followed the instructions and entered the mansion through the small door next to it. There was a tall sign in the middle: Registration Office.

Wang Xiaofeng walked to the noodle stall opposite and skillfully ordered a bowl of hot braised noodles, "Uncle, what are they doing?"

Before, Wang Xiaofeng used a different face, but now he used his original face, so the noodle stall owner didn't recognize him and thought he was here for the first time.

For the sake of the two copper soul coins, the noodle stall owner opened up: "Little brother, you've asked the right person. This is about selecting servants."

"The Zhou family's servants are treated very well. Even the lowest-level servants have a monthly salary of three silver soul coins, and there are red envelopes and lucky money during festivals. The number of applicants is endless. If it weren't for the age limit for this recruitment, I would have tried my luck as long as it was a child under 10 years old."

As one of the few wealthy families in Xingluo City, even if the Zhougong Mansion had to sign a contract to sell its servants when selecting servants, it was a good opportunity for poor families to make a living, at least they didn't have to endure hunger and cold.

"Of course, this is not the main reason." The noodle stall owner looked around, then pointed to the queue not far away and whispered carefully: "Little brother, do you see the people in line?" Wang Xiaofeng observed carefully for a moment, "Some of them seem..." The noodle stall owner quickly covered his mouth, fearing that others would hear, "Yes, those people are deliberately pretending to be poor." Wang Xiaofeng asked puzzledly: "Why?" The noodle stall owner chuckled, "You don't know the inside story, I heard that the eldest daughter of the Zhou family is in her twenties and is about to choose a husband, and these people are all going for this."

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"Think about it, the eldest lady of the Zhou family's grandfather is Mr. Zhou, who is a titled Douluo. As long as you marry the young lady of the Zhou family, even if you are a wife, it will be a good opportunity to rise to the top in one step."

"Besides, Miss Zhou is a beauty that is rare to see in a hundred years. I have seen her once from a distance, tsk tsk, that figure, that appearance."

The noodle stall owner tried hard to collect the words in his poor brain, but he really couldn't think of how to describe it. In the end, he could only pretend to be busy and turned around to clean up the stall.

Looking for a son-in-law? I don’t know if this is what Nitya meant. If this is the worst case scenario...

Family and love have been a dilemma in life since ancient times.

Wang Xiaofeng lowered his eyes.

The guests sitting aside eating noodles suddenly felt a strong loneliness that seemed to surround themselves. It was a loneliness and exhaustion that went deep into their bones.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel that life is quite boring.

"benefactor?"

A timid voice came from behind, the strange emotions were swept away, and the surroundings returned to normal. The noodle customer touched his wet face in a strange way, not knowing why he suddenly cried.

Wang Xiaofeng turned around and saw that it was a thin girl. A head appeared behind her. It was a boy with a yellow face and thin muscles.

"It's really you, benefactor, you may not remember, I am..."

"No, I remember you." Wang Xiaofeng knelt down and touched their heads, "Liu Xiaodie and Liu Xiaocao, right."

This girl was also a miserable person. Her parents and brother were all killed by the beasts, and only she and her younger brother, who was less than five years old, escaped by hiding in a small cellar space.

Wang Xiaofeng remembers all those who sacrificed their lives in the beast wave or struggled to survive.

Although Liu Xiaodie was a little thin back then, she had a slender figure, slender eyebrows, and a delicate face. She was a perfect beauty. Unlike now, she is just a thin and dirty little beggar.

And Liu Xiaocao seemed to be even more silent. It seemed that he had suffered a lot in the past year.

"Boss, two more bowls of noodles."

"Guest, here." Looking at the dirty clothes, hands and feet, the noodle stall owner looked embarrassed.

A bright silver light fell on the table.

The noodle stall owner calmly took it into his arms and said, "Okay, two bowls of braised pork noodles, please wait a moment."

After a while, two steaming bowls of noodles were served.

The two little ones looked at him blankly, and Wang Xiaofeng smiled: "You're welcome, go ahead and eat."

Liu Xiaocao held up the chopsticks unfamiliarly and couldn't wait to stuff noodles into his mouth.

Liu Xiaodie picked the only two pieces of braised pork and put them into her brother's bowl, then carefully tasted the rare delicacy.

After they had almost eaten, Wang Xiaofeng held their dark little hands and used his soul power to help them groom their bodies. "I remember, didn't you go home with the army? How could you come to Xingluo City again?"

Liu Xiaodie endured the tingling feeling in her body and said word by word: "Home is gone."

How could an underage girl with a younger brother who was less than six years old be able to keep the family property? After the army left, the family's land was occupied by bullies.

Then he wandered all the way, calling himself home all over the world.

Liu Xiaodie didn't mention many details, but Wang Xiaofeng could also understand the hardships involved.

"So you are also here to take your brother to participate in the family selection?"

"Well, the people with this mark are very rich." Liu Xiaodie pointed to the Zhou family's emblem and said.

"The uncles and aunts wearing that mark come with more people than they bring with them. Every time they come, they all go to line up together, but usually the line only lasts for a short period and all the food is gone.

"So every time, everyone actually has to queue up and get to the front to have a chance to get the food. Those who can't get it will just be hungry."

So, is the so-called charity just a show after another?

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