The first cause of all realms

Chapter 11 Everything is a progress bar?
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Separated by a wall, some things in the inner and outer cities are really different, such as houses.

The same set of small four-in-one with a courtyard only needs 18 taels of silver in the outer city, but 63 taels in the inner city. After a long time, it still costs 61 taels!
With the salary he earns as a handyman in the yamen, without food or drink, it will take 42 years to afford it!

Even a well-established jailer like Mr. Yang would have to spend six years to afford such a small four-in-one room without eating or drinking.

"The feet and teeth of the car and boat shop should be killed if they are innocent... The old man's pension is almost spent."

Gritting his teeth and coming out, Yang Jue was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

The money bag sent by Wang Butou contained 20 taels of Wenyin and a silver bill of 50 taels.

This greatly exceeded the pensions of the yamen in previous years. Yang Jian reckoned that if 'San Chi Liu' hadn't discovered his conscience, it would have been Wang Catcher's words.

The money was quite a lot, but it was still not spent. After buying a house, more than half of it went away.

"Guest officer, go slowly, someone will send the deed to you tomorrow."

The dentist laughed.

"I have to find a way to make some money..."

Putting away the bills, Yang prison thought in his mind.

"The old man's pension is only less than ten taels left, and the money I collected from Wang Liu is almost in the early ten taels..."

"Don't say that I can't move a penny of the old man's pension, even if I use it, the 20 taels added up are enough for twenty medicine baths..."

"I heard from old man Wei that Hu Wan was doing well, and he bought at least 300 copies of medicinal materials. It's really terrible..."

"I don't know how tyrannical 'Exchanging Blood' is, but I already know how rich it is..."

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Thinking silently in his heart, Yang Ju turned around and walked towards the pharmacy, preparing to prepare a batch of medicinal materials for a try.

According to what old man Wei said, the exchange of blood is not something that can be done overnight, it is a hard work and there is no shortcut.

It can be as fast as one or two years, and as slow as three to five years. It can only be accumulated a little bit, and there is a possibility of failure to exchange blood.

What's more, if it fails once, it will be useless for a hundred days, and if it fails three times, not only will there be no hope of changing blood, but it will also damage the body's meridians...

"Why have all the prices increased?"

Yang Jue had a heartache on his face.

A trace of impatience flashed across the face of the pharmacy shopkeeper wearing a felt hat behind the counter, and he still suppressed his temper and said:
"It's not a matter of the outer city, and I don't know where the evil wind came from. In just this month, more than [-] people have died. There are more people taking medicine. Can't the price be raised?"

"Twenty or so have died? Why are there so many?"

A customer who bought medicine exclaimed: "This, this can't be a plague?"

In this era when wind and cold can kill people, it is normal for a few people to die, but it is a bit too horrifying to die of more than 20 people in just one month.

"Then who knows?"

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy weighed the herbs, and casually said, "If you think it's too expensive, wait a few days. In a few days, the caravan delivering the herbs will come back from Shunde Mansion..."

"Illness can wait?"

The guest stared, and quickly took out the money to buy the medicinal materials he needed.

'Got to move soon...'

Yang Ju's heart sank.

He remembers that his mother-in-law talked about you at noon, the alley where he lived, but there were also two brothers who were seriously ill.

If this is really a plague...

Feeling tense, Yang Jian didn't want to bargain any more, so he took out the ten taels of silver he looted from Wang Liu, and directly bought the medicinal materials that would be enough for seven or eight days.

Hastily left the gate of the pharmacy and rushed home.

As the sun set and the sky gradually dimmed, Yang Jue's pace was not slow, and he managed to return to the outer city just in time for the inner city to close.

"Little Prison? How did you buy so many herbs? Is anyone in the family sick?"

After turning a few streets, Yang Qiu was about to go home when he heard someone calling him.

Turning around, a few yamen servants were coming out of a side alley carrying a straw mat, and the one holding a small straw mat behind him was Zhu Shisan.

"You guys go first, I'll have a word with Xiao Prison."

Saying this to his companion, Zhu Shisan moved over in a small step, and at the same time the stench came over his face, making Yang Qiu unable to take a step back.

"This is?"

Looking at the corner of the swaddling baby exposed on the straw mat, Yang Jue's expression turned ugly.

"Sigh. This family has been dead for a few days, and when the neighbors find out, the corpses will stink..."

Zhu Shisan's face was a little sad:
"This child has been starving to death for several days..."

In the middle of the conversation, Zhu Shisan couldn't continue, and Yang Qian was also silent.

"correct."

After a while, Zhu Shisan seemed to think of something, and said: "Yesterday, I heard people say that 'San Chi Liu' was reprimanded by Wang Butou. It seems that it was because of your old man's pension..."

"...Wang Catcher brought it this morning..."

Yang Ju paused before answering.

"That's good."

Zhu Shisan looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he approached and lowered his voice: "Little prison, listen to me, take the pension and go to the inner city to buy a vacant house, it doesn't matter if it's more expensive..."

Yang Qiu's heart moved: "Do you know something?"

Although he and Zhu Shisan were both government servants, they did different jobs. Because of his good arithmetic, he entered the warehouse.

Zhu Shisan patrolled the streets every day, doing dirty work such as 'cleaning up corpses', 'cleaning the county office' and 'moving supplies'.

The news is also much better than him.

"It's too much, it's hard to say."

Zhu Shisan hesitated for a moment, saw no one around, and said, "I'll just tell you, don't tell others."

Without waiting for Yang Yu to nod his head, he said again:
"The disease in the outer city is strange, I'm afraid it's the plague, you, you just hurry up..."

"Zhu Shisan!"

A shout from a distance interrupted Zhu Shisan's words.

He hastily responded, bid farewell to Yang Qiu, and followed with his straw mat in his arms.

"plague."

Yang Yu sighed.

With the sanitation of the outer city, the plague is not impossible. Whether it is true or not, he is not sure, but it is true that the outer city cannot be stayed.

Thinking about it, Yang Qian didn't go home, but turned back, went out to the gate of the inner city, took out two coins, and asked the gate guard on duty to wait for a while.

Afterwards, he hurried home without packing anything, and hurried back to the inner city with Granny Yang on his back, and arrived at the small courtyard he had just bought and had not yet received the deed.

There are four districts in the inner city, east, west, north, south, the south is the most prosperous, and the north is relatively depressed. He bought, of course, the northern district.

Although it is not as good as the Nancheng District, it is much, much better than the Outer City.

Seeing Yang Jue prying open the door with a broken knife, Granny Yang became a little worried: "Little Prison, this, is it okay for others to see this?"

"Come early and feel at ease. We also bought the house on the left and right. How can others control the door of our own house?"

Yang Yu didn't care.

The courtyard is not big.There are two south rooms, two north rooms, and one wing room, with a small courtyard, which is not big, with only two water tanks and one old tree.

Hastily tidied up and settled the mother-in-law down.

Yang Ju didn't rest, he set up a pot to boil water, and started to boil the medicinal materials. After two hours, he poured the boiled medicinal liquid directly into the big vat.

He poured the prepared hot water in again, tested the temperature of the water, then took off his naked body and jumped in with only his underwear on.

"Exchanging blood..."

Yang Juan calmed down and began to adjust his breathing according to the method taught by Wei He.

"According to old man Wei, the biggest difficulty in changing blood is to let go of your mind and not think about it. Hu Wan changed blood, just this level, wasting at least dozens of pots of medicinal liquid..."

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People's minds are messy, and they don't stop for a moment even in dreams. If you have to practice for a long time, otherwise you can't control it at all.

In the warm and even scalding liquid medicine, Yang Jue thought in his heart, but read a sentence silently.

"Refining!"

hum~
In the next moment, he came to the cauldron of gluttony again.

"I don't know if it's feasible..."

As soon as a thought came to Yang Yu's mind, he saw on the dark tripod wall, except for the progress bar of 'refining and breaking the knife'.

Another glimmer.

[Blood exchange progress: (0/100)]

"That's okay too?!"

(End of this chapter)