Martial Arts Simulator in the Immortal World

The southeast continent, the Kyushu Empire, Baiye Town.

Jiang Ran walked into an inn under the heavy snow like goose feathers, carrying the firewood behind him, and stepping on the heavy snow.

It has been sixteen years since I crossed into this world from a college student who had just graduated.

There is no illustrious background, and there is no golden finger against the sky in the novel.

It's just a hard-working person who was raised by his aunt after his parents were killed or injured when he was a child.

Jiang Ran was at the door of the inn and stomped his feet.

After stepping on the snow on his body, he walked into the inn.

Compared to the cold wind outside the door, the inside of the inn is much warmer.

It's noon, and when it's time for dinner, the inn is full of people.

Xiao Er's shouts kept ringing in the hall of the inn.

This is a world very similar to the ancient times of the previous life, without the bustle of a big city.

There are not as many opportunities as in the novel, and it is very difficult to even live here.

I thought that with my modern wisdom, I could live very well in this world.

But Jiang Ran still underestimated the cruelty of reality.

It was a time of great poverty, and many residents struggled to eat.

Even the current job of Jiang Ran, the inn handyman, is hard to grab.

Jiang Ran's hard work every month can only be enough to survive.

For those of them at the bottom, it is not easy to survive.

"Stinky boy, why are you still stunned?".

"Don't hurry up and go to the back firewood room to chop all the firewood, if you delay the progress, be careful that the master deducts your wages!"

Just because of the warmth in the inn, Jiang Ran was a little distracted for a moment.

An obese middle-aged man with a mustache walked towards Jiang Ran with a belly that seemed to be eight months pregnant.

That vicious appearance, if you look at it differently, I'm afraid you would have been scared and don't look away.

But Jiang Ran just glanced at it, said hello, and walked towards the inn with firewood on his back.

This middle-aged man's name is Zhang Fu, and he is the shopkeeper of the inn, a very snobbish guy who likes to deduct wages.

Jiang Ran didn't want to offend him, so he just deducted a day's salary in exchange for talking back.

From the inn lobby, I walked to the backyard.

Alternating between hot and cold, Jiang Ran couldn't help but exhale.

He

sighed at his hands, which were already a little cracked, and looked at the firewood room on the side.

It is said to be a firewood house, but it is just made of some broken wooden planks.

But it's also warmer than the snow outside.

Entering the firewood room, Jiang Ran first took off his heavy cotton clothes and kept puffing into his palms.

I started to move on the spot, so that my palms and body were as warm as possible.

Immediately lifted the firewood knife on the side, and fell down very skillfully.

"Bang!".

The firewood knife struck the firewood, and half of it was not half in an instant.

With Jiang Ran's force, he split the firewood in front of him.

Because the winter in Baiye Town lasts longer than the other three seasons.

Therefore, a lot of firewood will be needed every winter, otherwise it will be impossible to maintain the temperature of the guest house.

After a while, about a stick of incense passed.

The soreness and numbness in Jiang Ran's arm had already made him stop waving the firewood knife.

"Whew..."

Jiang Ran exhaled a cloud of turbid air from his mouth and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

Looking at the pile of firewood that had been piled up on the side, about the same height as himself.

I picked up the bamboo basket on the side and began to put firewood in the bamboo basket.

Jiang Ran's daily work is very simple, first go to the firewood village to get the dry firewood ordered every day.

Then use the bamboo basket to carry it back over and over again, because the trailer is difficult to walk in the snow, so it is necessary to rely on Jiang Ran to carry it back step by step.

After all the dry firewood is carried back, Jiang Ran will start chopping wood.

It is not until the end of the chopping wood that they will be arranged to wash the dishes in the back kitchen.

That's what the innkeeper does.

The most tiring work gets the lowest wage, and this is the environment of the inn handyman.

But it's also like many people don't even have a job, and they can only snuggle up somewhere for the winter, relying on a small amount of food to get by.

And in the inn, although the salary is small, there are at least two meals.

It's acceptable.

"Whew..."

Filled with a basket full of firewood, he walked out of the firewood room.

The cold wind outside also made Jiang Ran shiver.

But after all, he had just chopped firewood for so long, and his body was not cold, so he walked quickly towards the kitchen in the snow.

It was busy until about the end of the day, which was about two o'clock.

The shopkeeper informed everyone that the meal was open, and there was no meat oil for a meal, and five or six people gathered around a table.

Three vegetarian dishes and a stack of dried radishes, just like that, coped with a lunch.

After eating, the workers in the inn began to rest.

Jiang Ran also walked out through the back door of the inn, came to the street, and bought two white-flour steamed buns.

He held it in his arms, regardless of the hot steamed buns that had just come out of the oven.

I trotted all the way towards the location of South Street.

It seems that he is afraid that the steamed bun in his arms will cool down.

Walk through the streets, into the alleys, and endure all kinds of bad smells coming from all around.

The

smell of sweat, the smell of livestock, and even the smell of feces and urine mixed together.

Jiang Ran couldn't help frowning and quickened his pace.

In this ancient society, the standard of living was not as good as that of modern society, and the people who lived in South Street could be said to be poor.

The whole town, and the main road with some rich residential areas, will be normal.

Passing through the alley, rows of wooden houses stand around the street.

But it's basically a one-story square, and some houses are even thatched.

It is only with some planks that the important position is supported so that it does not cause a collapse.

Jiang Ran stopped outside a wooden house, pushed open the fence made of bamboo boards, and knocked on the wooden door inside after entering.

Immediately there was a sound of footsteps inside the wooden door.

Through the small hole in the wooden door, there was a large, watery eye.

After glancing at Jiang Ran, he immediately pulled out the deadbolt of the wooden door and opened the wooden door.

A little girl is about thirteen years old and has big smart eyes.

The little face has been frozen red because of this winter, and the cotton clothes on his body are also covered with patches.

This girl's name is Ye Yu, and she is the daughter of Jiang Ran's aunt.

The year before last, Jiang Ran's aunt died of illness due to overwork, leaving their brother and sister to rely on each other.

"Brother, you're back. "

"There are still leftover steamed buns at home yesterday, but I don't have to come back at noon. "

"I use hot water, soak in steamed buns, and eat it. "

Ye Yu pouted and looked at the two steamed buns that Jiang Ran took out of his arms.

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