On the way home, Ye Jian sorted out his family information after time travel.
Dayue City is divided into South City and North City.
The people in North City are from wealthy families and occupy all the industries in Dayue City.
The people in South City are poor and work mainly for the rich people in North City.
The separation between the north and south cities is a small river that passes through the city, the Dayue River.
The name of Dayue City comes from this small river.
The only passage between the north and south cities is a wide stone bridge, Otsuki Bridge.
Ye Jian's home is in Nancheng, and his father Ye Rong is a leader among the poor in Nancheng, known as Brother Rong.
"Oh, I didn't do well in reincarnation.
After time travel, I became a scumbag, and my family is still poor.
What kind of fate do I have?"
Ye Jian sighed as he walked back to his home.
A blue brick house with three rooms and a small courtyard of dozens of square meters is Ye Jian's home.
Ye Jian returned home and had dinner with his parents.
"Son, how are you doing at school recently?"
Ye Rong put a piece of meat into his son Ye Jian's bowl.
"It's not bad."
Ye Jian didn't even raise his head and buried himself in his meal.
Ye Rong looked at his son and sighed silently.
His son was dull by nature and could not understand the way of reading and cultivation.
This year was Ye Jian's last year in elementary school, and he still barely entered the third stage of the Wisdom Gen Realm.
Ye Rong hates that iron cannot become steel, so his family saves money to support Ye Jian to go to the academy to practice.
He originally hoped that his son can make a difference in the field of calligraphy and get rid of the poor family background of the Ye family.
Now it seems that this dream is about to come true. .
"How about, after this semester is over, you can go home and do something with me, so that you can make a living in the future."
Ye Jian raised his head and looked at his father: "What if I can graduate successfully and enter middle school?"
"If you can really enter middle school, I will sell you everything to support your continued education."
Ye Rong said very excitedly that he hoped that his son would make progress in the cultivation of calligraphy.
In this world, the foundation of one's life is to cultivate calligraphy.
Only those with high cultivation can become masters and strong men. , one party dominates.
Looking at his father's expectant eyes, Ye Jian suddenly thought, whether it is five thousand years ago or five thousand years later, reading is the right way.
"Dad, do you usually collect some ancient books?"
Ye Jian changed the topic.
The most important thing now is to find more ancient books to improve his bookishness.
When Ye Jian's father was young, he also practiced book skills.
Firstly, he had no choice but to come from a poor family, and secondly, his talent was average.
Ye Rong only graduated from elementary school and gave up practicing at the eighth level of Huigen realm.
Ye Rong supported his family by working as a coolie for the rich in the north of the city.
Because he had a certain foundation in literary practice, was stronger than ordinary people, and was upright and fair, Ye Rong became the Rong brother among the poor in the south of the city.
Everyone liked everything.
Find him to show off.
"Why, I want to read a book now"
When Ye Rong heard that his son wanted to read a book, he immediately became happy.
In the past, he couldn't stand even if he was forced to read, but now he actively asks to read.
"Follow me."
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Ye Rong stood up and walked to the study.
Ye Jian was overjoyed and quickly followed his father to his bedroom.
Ye Rong took out a wooden box from the corner, opened it, and took out a few books.
Ye Jian took a look at it and said, "I'm a good boy.
This is all rubbish.
I keep it as a treasure."
Handbook of Juvenile Psychological Development, Ban Yue Tan, Reader,,,,,, Ye Jian looked through them and found that they were all second-hand manuscripts, and they were all incomplete.
Ye Jian sneered as he flipped through the pages: "Dad, you just collected these rubbish books."
"What, rubbish.
You know how popular this book is.
You can't buy it without money."
Ye Jian knew that his father was right.
Ancient books in this world were originally very rare.
They were usually ancient characters that remained on stone tablets, porcelain, jades, etc., which were sorted and excerpted for the practitioners of calligraphy to study.
"Oh, Dad, you still have a copy of the Eighteen Touches here.
This is not suitable for children."
Ye Jian laughed loudly, and Ye Rong was embarrassed by his son's laughter.
He said: "These are all books for cultivation.
Is there anything inappropriate for children?
There is also a book called "Jin Ping Mei" in the Classics and History Collection.
In the world of calligraphy cultivation, it is a rare treasure.
Woolen cloth."
For Ye Jian five thousand years ago, these books were not even considered pediatrics, and they really did not interest him.
Suddenly, Ye Jian's eyes lit up and he saw a rectangular thing wrapped in brown paper under the wooden box.
"Dad, what kind of treasure is this?
It can't be the original ancient book, right?"
Ye Rong smiled mysteriously, stretched out his hand, opened the brown paper, and found a rusty kitchen knife.
"Chop Knife" Ye Jian shouted, "You also collect kitchen knives.
Your hobby is really special."
Ye Rong smiled and said, "Take a closer look and see what's special about it."
Ye Jian was very confused as to what could be so special about a kitchen knife, but seeing how mysterious his father was, he couldn't help but take it in his hand and look at it.
He really didn't find anything special about it.
Ye Jian turned the kitchen knife over again and was stunned.
"Oh my God, Dad, there is an inscription."
The kitchen knife is engraved with several large characters: "Wang Mazi Kitchen Knife", and a line of small characters below: "Beijing Yuechang Wang Mazi Industry and Trade Co., Ltd."
The things left over from five thousand years ago, the artifacts with writing on them are considered spiritual artifacts, and they are very rare and precious.
If the weapons before the Qing Dynasty had characters, they could be called artifacts.
The number one on the artifact list today is the Simu Wu Fang Ding.
Although there are only three words "Si Mu Wu", it contains powerful scripts.
Angry, just unimaginable.
Although the kitchen knife in front of him is relatively recent, it contains eighteen ancient characters after all.
If Ye Jian can refine it, it will be a very powerful weapon.
"Dad, where did you get this baby?"
"More than ten years ago, a farmer dug this in the field.
I happened to meet him.
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The farmer didn't understand it, so I bought it for him for ten gold coins.
It's a pity that my father can't understand it.
What does the ancient text above mean?
I have been unable to refine this weapon."
"Ten gold" Ye Jian was shocked.
If this kitchen knife with eighteen ancient Chinese characters were put on the auction market, it would be worth at least one thousand gold.
Ye Jian sighed: "Dad, I can't tell you, you are really dark."
"You brat, what are you talking about dad?"
Ye Rong smiled and tapped his son's head with his finger.
Many times, when the family encountered difficulties and was short of money, Ye Rong wanted to sell this kitchen knife, but in the end he was not willing to sell it.
"Dad, give it to me."
"What are you doing with it?
Do you understand?"
"I'll think about it, if I can understand it."
"Okay, take it, keep it carefully and don't lose it." ,,,,,,, Ye Jian happily took the Wang Mazi kitchen knife, returned to his room, and closed the door.
Ye Jian sat cross-legged on the ground, put the kitchen knife on his chest, stretched out his hand to grab the kitchen knife, closed his eyes slightly, and a ray of consciousness was transmitted to the kitchen knife through his fingers.
"Wang Mazi Kitchen Knife, Beijing Yuechang Wang Mazi Industry and Trade Co., Ltd."
Ye Jian whispered in his mouth, and a bookish aura arose spontaneously and entered the sea of qi in his body.
Ye Jian focused all his consciousness on the kitchen knife.
After a few seconds, the kitchen knife on the ground began to beat and emit a faint light.
Ye Jian knew that through his spiritual consciousness, he had activated the ancient characters on the kitchen knife and inspired the bookish spirit contained in it.
After a moment, Ye Jian withdrew his consciousness, and the light on the kitchen knife disappeared.
Looking at this kitchen knife again, all the rust spots on it have disappeared.
The whole kitchen knife looks simple, vigorous and extremely sharp.
Ye Jian took a long breath and stood up.
He wanted to test how powerful the kitchen knife he had refined was.
Ye Jian walked out of the room and went to the backyard.
There was a willow tree as thick as a bowl dozens of meters in front of him.
Ye Jian concentrated his consciousness, poured his book energy into the Wang Mazi kitchen knife, and suddenly swung the knife at the willow tree in the distance.
I saw a flash of cold light, and then with a click, the thick-mouthed willow tree dozens of meters away was broken at waist level.
Ye Jian jumped up with joy.
Ye Jian found a piece of cowhide, spent half a day making a scabbard, put the kitchen knife in it, and hung it on his waist.
Although it looked a bit ugly on the outside, Ye Jian was still very excited inside.
"Well, he certainly has the spirit of a chivalrous man."
Before Ye Jian traveled through time, he had a martial arts plot.
He often dreamed of traveling around the world with special skills.
Now after traveling through time, he felt that he finally had a chance to realize his dream, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy.
With this Wang Mazi kitchen knife, Ye Jian couldn't help but feel a little more confident when facing Zuo Lei's younger brother Zuo Feng
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