My Attributes Cultivation Life

Chapter 2 Qinghe Palace Part 2

Daling's goulan is not just for men and women to have fun, but also for various singing, drama and other performances.

A well-functioning Goulan can earn a lot of money just by performing.

Zhang Rongfang has only been awake for a while, so he naturally doesn't have this ability.

This is the income earned by the predecessor by writing songs.

He touched the one-hundred-wen banknote, which was printed with a complicated manufacturing name, anti-counterfeiting marks, and the official name set by Emperor Daling: Lingyuan Tongxing Baonote.

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

The more money he saved, the easier it was for him to live in Qinghe Palace.

Recently, the price of goods at the foot of the mountain has risen again, and brown rice costs 20 cents a catty. If these one hundred coins are used alone to improve life, it is really useless.

But room and board in the Qinghe Palace are free, so one hundred Wen can be used to buy meat and eggs to supplement the body, and maybe you can get some attributes.

At that time, try to find a way to get the identity of a practicing disciple. You can try the effect of attribute improvement skills in a fair manner

As he was walking forward, Zhang Rongfang suddenly heard some voices coming from a distance on the right side of the front, at the side of the dojo outside the corridor.

".When did you go back? I thought only Li Yunchang was sent back." A young man with some anxiety said. Sounds like he's in his early twenties.

"The ones who were arranged to go down the mountain last night were Chen Dashan and Zhang Shitou. We don't need so many disciples on the mountain, so they were naturally dismissed." Another female Taoist sighed.

"Someone in the family becomes a Taoist citizen, which can exempt a lot of official taxes and military service, so even if they are handymen, some people want to send them up. Anyway, as long as you send someone who is not important to your family, you can enjoy a lot of benefits. Less benefits, such a good thing, who would not like it?" the female Taoist continued.

"Well, how do you keep people?" the male Taoist asked.

"Either send money, or someone has to take care of it," the female Taoist sighed. "If this person is driven down the mountain, he will definitely not be able to return home, and we are the fourth class."

Zhang Rongfang didn't continue listening, but his heart trembled.

Daling divides the people into ten grades according to their occupations: officials, officials, monks, Taoists, doctors, workers, craftsmen, prostitutes, Confucians, and beggars.

At the same time, people are divided into four classes according to their ethnicity: Ling people, Hu Xi people, Bei people, and barbarians.

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

The area of ​​Pingyu Road here is equivalent to a large province in the previous life.

He kept silent, and calmly walked past the two people. They didn't care about him at all, and they were still trying to figure out how to stay.

Beyond the two of them, Zhang Rongfang could still hear faint voices behind him.

It is a very troublesome thing to be driven down the mountain and removed from Taoism.

In Daling, you can’t change the industry you want. You have to go to the government to apply, otherwise you can only be regarded as an illegal worker with extremely low income.

Without government certification, no matter how good your skills are, you can only get extremely low money.

And the fourth-class barbarians are restricted from many industries in Daling. Once they are driven down the mountain, they cannot reduce their taxes to serve as servants.

Even if they can still hold on, when various tax systems come up, the fourth-class barbarians will have problems with food and clothing in an instant.

But now staying on the mountain, I can get free board and lodging, and many people can live comfortably at home.

So no matter how tired and bitter the mountain is, no one wants to go down the mountain.

Zhang Rongfang had many thoughts in his mind. He is also a disciple of handymen. There are too many handymen in the Qinghe Palace, so he has to start clearing some of them.

This gave him a sense of crisis. Others could still farm after being dismissed, but he didn't know how to farm.

The income from composing music can only be done by luck, and I won once in more than half a year. If you want to live on this if you get a hundred coins, it is a dream.

Besides, the song was written by the predecessor, and he can't write it. Daling's song is not a modern version, and there are many strict rules. It is not enough to sing casually in vernacular.

He suddenly thought of his predecessor's sister Zhang Rongyu. Think of what she said before.

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

Go around the main hall of Qinghe Palace, and find your own room in the disciple bungalow area behind.

Zhang Rongfang carefully put the one-hundred-wen banknotes together with the rest of the money he saved, and then carried them all close to his body.

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

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

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

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker, a few thousand dollars a month, unmarried, planning to save money for a loan to buy a house, but ended up sleeping at night.

As soon as the eyes were closed and opened, people came to Zhang Rongfang, a Taoist priest who was a handyman in the Qinghe Palace.

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

But from an ordinary worker to a Taoist priest, there is a big gap between them.

He also worked hard to observe, study, and integrate part of the memory left over from his predecessor, so he finally settled down in Qinghe Palace without any trouble.

It is not so easy to be a Taoist priest, especially in this day and age, a Taoist priest with a great spirit.

Among other things, there are fixed rules for the homework of chanting scriptures in the morning and evening, and etiquette such as saluting when meeting people.

There are rules for basic necessities of life, food, housing and transportation, which is quite troublesome.

Although chanting can be read, if you are not familiar with it, you will have trouble. Although handymen do chores, many tools and things are incompetent, which is just as troublesome.

After finally adapting to the rhythm, today another handyman who cleared some of them came down the mountain.

Zhang Rongfang unconsciously rubbed his hands on the wooden side of the bed, the rough and cold wood made him feel a little calmer.

‘There is no great soul in history that looks like I’m in another world. '

In the memory of his predecessor, Daling was just an ordinary ancient dynasty, without cultivating immortals, magic, and ghosts. It was a dynastic environment similar to ancient China.

The only difference is that the Great Spirit's territory is unimaginably large.

Zhang Rongfang was at a loss, he didn't know what he could do and what he wanted to do in this world.

In the past ten days, he had no time to think about this question, but now that he finally had some free time, this question came to him again from his heart.

'If I can't go back, here, what am I going to do? what can I do? '

He raised his hand and moved his fingers.

His eyes changed from dazed to gradually solidified.

‘Forget it, no matter what happens in the future, at least now I have to live a better life for myself. '

‘Now I’m precarious, the daily free meals, not to mention accumulating attribute points, even my normal physical needs can’t be met. I have to do a lot of chores every day, and I only have a little rest at night. '

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

‘Set a small goal first, get rid of the handyman disciples, eat enough and wear warm clothes. The current living conditions are too unsafe. '

But with attribute abilities, he believed that he would be able to make a way out.

After recovering, Zhang Rongfang stood up, checked the banknotes on his body, and prepared to go out.

He still has to do today's chores.

The money I saved before, plus the one hundred wen I just got, is a total of two taels of silver, which is two thousand wen.

As a Taoist priest, even as a handyman, he could occasionally get a small reward from some generous guests.

Zhang Rongfang's predecessor did a good job in this area, he was honest and dull, his eyes never wandered, so the income was not bad.

For 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 after listening to the conversation between those two people just now, he planned to use it as a gift to the Daoist priest from the Tao family.

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

Zhang Rongfang knows very well that if he wants to live a more comfortable life, he can only go to the dark in Taoism.

There is still a chance to earn money in the future, but after Dao Ji passes this opportunity, it may be very difficult in the future.

Leaving his disciple's one-story house, he went straight to the washing room, where he washed clothes.

It's his turn this month.

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

Zhang Chunsheng, the administrator, was not there. After inquiring about Zhang Chunsheng's schedule, Zhang Rongfang felt relieved when he learned that he would come at night.

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

It's a pity that the little money he saved is about to disappear.

Zhang Rongfang had just left the Daoist administration room and hadn't walked very far.

Behind him, two sweeping Taoist priests, with erratic eyes, glanced at his bulging chest, and stopped moving.

The two exchanged glances, followed Zhang Rongfang calmly with the broom in hand.

These two are tall and muscular. It is fake to sweep the floor here, but it is true to stay here to see which disciples will come to give gifts.

They have all heard the news from Qinghe Palace.

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

As soon as the news spread, those who rely on connections rely on connections, those who prepare money prepare money, and those who don't have enough money can only think of crooked ways.

Which disciples in the palace have backgrounds and which ones don't, they all have a better understanding.

Now, when they saw that Zhang Rongfang was not one of the background disciples they remembered, they knew in their hearts.

The two followed Zhang Rongfang closely, getting closer and closer.

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

As they were walking, one of them bumped into Zhang Rongfang's back from behind.

puff.

Zhang Rongfang was hit and staggered forward.

He stabilized his body and turned to look behind him. But just in time, two Taoists rushed up and surrounded him one after the other.

"Good boy, you stole my money and you dare to show your face here!?" the darker-skinned Taoist Gao pointed at Zhang Rongfang and shouted.

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

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

This place is cramped and there are few people, and I don't have any friends who are loyal enough to help, so it is unlikely that I can keep my little money.

so.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Rongfang suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the hairpin.

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

Zhang Rongfang paused and stopped.

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

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

One of the delicate girls with red hair and bun head was the one who just spoke.

"Senior Sister Xiao!" Zhang Rongfang recognized her as Xiao Qingying, the only daughter of the master who was in charge of the handyman disciple.

"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 people saw that the situation was not good, so they turned around and ran away.

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

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

"Leave 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 were wearing blue long skirts and white jackets, with a strand of long hair swaying behind them, and they quickly left the alley.

"Zhang Rongfang thanked Senior Sister Xiao." Zhang Rongfang ignored the other party's attitude, no matter what the reason was for Xiao Qingying, if she helped herself, she helped herself.

He cupped his fists and bowed deeply in the direction the two left.