The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1 A Broken Knife
In the 404th year of the Ming Dynasty, the seventh year of the Qianyuan Dynasty.

Qingzhou, Shunde Mansion, Heishan City.

The end of summer is approaching autumn, although the weather is still hot, it has a bit of autumn.

Rumble!
The ear-shattering thunder approached from far away, trampled on the dark clouds, and approached from far away from the dark sky.

The fine raindrops are connected into a line, from top to bottom, and fall through the sky.

From the mountains in the distance, the fields nearby, and finally, it fell into the Black Mountain City surrounded by gray and white walls, spreading all over the land.

wow~
The cold autumn rain slipped from the eaves and slapped on the few bluestone slabs on the street, smashing to pieces.

"It's raining again……"

Yang Ju raised his head slightly, looking at the gloomy sky, not in a good mood.

He was wearing a gray linen shirt with patches and holes, and stepped on a pair of straw sandals. Looking at the pouring rain, his body felt a little chilly.

Don't go out on a rainy day.

This is the common sense of life spread among the residents of the outer city, and he has verified it himself, but...

"Alas... mother-in-law, I'm off to work!"

Sighing, Yang Jue casually took off the bamboo hat on the wall and put it on, before going out.

"Slow down, kid."

The gray-haired old woman came out of the house, held his hand distressedly, stuffed an egg into his hand, and told him to be careful on the road.

"Mother-in-law..."

Knowing that he couldn't refuse, Yang Ju could only stuff the egg in its shell into his mouth, babbled something, and left the door.

It is inevitable that there is sourness in my heart. I was really not a wealthy family in my previous life, but I never gave way because of an egg.

During the year he was adopted, he didn't think about doing something to improve his life, but finally gave up.

In this world, it is too difficult to do something.

"Yuck~"

In the rain, a stench covered the earthy smell, and it got into his nose violently, making his eyelids twitch wildly.

In the year since he came to this world, the most unbearable thing for Yang prison is not the lack of electricity, internet, and mobile phones.
It's the people here who don't pay attention to hygiene.

People who defecate indiscriminately can be found everywhere. It is fine in normal times, but when it rains, it is simply a disaster.

The heavy rain washes everything, and can easily wash out some human and animal excrement in dark corners.

That scene was simply terrifying!
Of course he doesn't have a cleanliness obsession, but who can resist this?

"Must move, move!"

Yang Jue gritted his teeth, lifted his feet carefully, and tried to walk as high as possible.

There are not very few people in Heishan City in the rain. Some people are wiping their bodies in the rain, some are washing farm tools, and of course, some are washing the dung buckets.

Without squinting, Yang Ju walked timidly through alleys, streets, and squares before stopping.

The inner city has arrived.

The low but newly repaired city wall separates the inner and outer cities.

Compared with the outer city, the inner city is a little tidier, and the drainage and other facilities are much better. When he arrived here, his speed was much faster.

After a while, you can see the stone lions in the yamen from a distance.

The yamen is very old, and many places are in disrepair and crumbling, and many places even have weeds.

If it weren't for the pair of stone lions, Yang Ju could hardly have recognized it as a Yamen when he first came.

Of course the yamen has money, and there is no shortage of money for maintenance, but who would use the money that can be put in their own pockets to repair the yamen?

Officials don't repair government offices, but it's not just Heishan City that does this.

"The prison came early."

Someone behind him said hello.

Yang Qiu turned his head, and under the same coir raincoat and bamboo hat, was the same immature face.

His name is Zhu Shisan, and like Yang Yu, he is a government servant.

"Well, I'm afraid it will rain more and more."

Yang Jue casually said a word.

"Oh, I really envy you. You only need to guard the warehouse, we may have to patrol the streets..."

Zhu Shisan looked sad and envious.

"Ha ha."

Yang Ju forced a smile.

They are government servants, not officials. They can be regarded as a kind of corvee service, which is no different from labor service or military service. It is a real hard job.

In the first 100 years, not only did they have no wages, but they also had to provide their own dry food.

But with such a job, if the old man who adopted him wasn't a jailer, he wouldn't be able to do it at all.

Without him, although the yamen servant is a hard job, it is possible to become a regular worker.

"According to the days, a new batch of prisoners will be delivered soon, I hope there will be no murderers..."

Zhu Shisan was a little excited, but also a little worried.

Black Mountain City is a prison city.

Most of the prisoners in Shunde Mansion will be sent here, and after autumn, they will either be executed on the spot, or they will be escorted to Qingzhou Prefecture together with prisoners from other prefectures.

In previous years, there were quite a few murderers who robbed prisons.

Accompanied by danger, but also their hope of turning positive...

"Hopefully."

Yang Jue sighed with a blank face.

From a law student who was about to enter the university campus to a refugee, and now a temporary worker in the government office, he was devastated.

But he doesn't have nothing to rely on.

The 'cauldron' that seemed to bring him to this world was still stuck on his stomach like a birthmark.

Unfortunately, it is temporarily unavailable.

The two chatted for a while, where there was another case, someone died in someone's family, more people got sick recently, the business of Liansheng School is not good, etc.

Maybe it was Zhu Shisan who was talking, but Yang Qiu listened quietly.

Not long after, the officials at Dianmao arrived, met each other, and went to work on their own.

The warehouse in the yamen was very idle, and after shifts were handed over, Yang Qiu finished his day's work in just one hour.

The writing and language in the past life and the present life are naturally different, but mathematics is universal. Of course, the work in the yamen warehouse is not a problem for him who has just prepared for the college entrance examination.

After finishing the work, he took out a tightly wrapped small cloth bag from the corner.

Spread it out, there is a book and some small stones inside.

'Hope to be worthy of the stones I ate...'

Picking up a stone, Yang Jue sighed inwardly, and quickly swallowed it with a wooden face.

It wasn't until he felt a flash of almost imperceptible heat flow in his body that he felt a slight shock.

Poor culture and rich martial arts, poor people want to practice martial arts, what should I do?
Eat rocks!
As we all know, a small stone contains a lot of inorganic salts, which is a good tonic for a poor man like him.

As long as the stones are eaten well and fast, you can become a winner in life. A martial arts master is not a dream...

This is of course impossible. Eating too many stones will only cause your stomach to sag.

Yang Qiu has no habit of self-torture, the reason why he eats stones as snacks is all because of the cauldron.

The opening of this cauldron requires energy, and the source of this energy is actually limited to 'soil' and 'stone'...

In order to open this cauldron, he has eaten stones for a year...

With the stone, he opened the book on the case,
In this era when most people have not gone beyond the boundary of Baili, reading is the only way for him to understand the world besides the storyteller in the tavern.

During the year, he also borrowed a few books, and had a preliminary understanding of this era.

Unfortunately, it was not any dynasty he was familiar with.

"Daming 404, Qianyuan [-]th year, Qingzhou, Shunde Mansion... It's really a completely strange world!"

With a long sigh, Yang Qian put away his book and prepared to end his morning work.

At this time, a sudden noise came from outside the warehouse, accompanied by a sound of inhalation and exclamation.

"Are you dead again?"

Yang Ju just closed the book and didn't care.

"Ugh……"

Wearing a coir raincoat, the wet Zhu Shisan had already rushed into the warehouse, complaining about the puddles in the yamen, but his expression was a little evasive.

"Who died?"

Yang Ju put away the book and stood up.

"Little Prison, you...you have to mourn. Your old man..."

Zhu Shisan lowered his voice, his face showing that he couldn't bear it.

"What sorrow? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Yu felt a 'thump' in his heart, and stood up, a little flustered for no reason.

He remembered the old jailer who escorted the prisoner to Qingzhou after only meeting him a few times.

He has no father or mother in this life, and was born as a refugee. If he hadn't met the old man, he might have died outside.

"Your old man has an accident. I saw someone from your clan coming to the Yamen before, and I'm afraid I got the news of the old man's death...

No, not right.It should, it should be the news of the disappearance..."

Zhu Shisan spoke in a low voice, a little afraid to look into Yang Qiu's eyes.

Missing is tantamount to death, and everyone in the yamen knows that.

The reason why he was reported as missing was because he had to be compensated after death.

Missing,

unnecessary……

"how come……"

Yang Jue's throat surged, and his heart felt a little blocked.

I just came to this world in a daze, if it wasn't for this old man to take me in, I am afraid that I would have died already after being reduced to a beggar?

"Humph!"

Outside the warehouse, there was a cold shout, a middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower stepped into the warehouse, and cast a cold glance at Zhu Shisan:

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will pull out your tongue!"

"Wang catcher!"

Zhu Shisan was silent like a cicada, his legs were a little weak from fright.

"Hold it, this is Lao Yang's knife!"

The middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower raised his hand, and a broken knife with a rusty smell was already in Yang Yu's hand.

"This knife..."

After receiving the knife, Yang Jue's body trembled.

"Old Yang, he is really missing."

He said something coldly, and seeing the trembling look of the young man holding the knife, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

For such a family, the loss of the mainstay is a catastrophe.

For a while, he couldn't say anything, he could only say "I'm the one for the pension!", turned around and left.

"Wang Catcher, walk slowly."

Zhu Shisan heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Yang Juan again worriedly, turned his head and left.

"This knife..."

Yang Jue didn't seem to care about the attitude and departure of the two of them, and muttered to himself in a daze.

He held the broken knife in one hand, but covered his chest with the other.

heat!
burn!
piping hot!

(End of this chapter)