The first cause of all realms

Chapter 3 The World of Cannibalism

Dawn breaks.

A round of red sun rises from the east, patrols the four directions, illuminates the world, and sweeps away the haze caused by the continuous heavy rain.

"Refining will consume my physical strength, and it will not stop when my physical strength is exhausted, but to achieve a certain goal. Preliminary speculation, it is 10 progress each time.

But it may be that the isolated evidence cannot be cited, and it needs to be tested and verified. "

"Blind slashing will not increase the progress, it is useless. 10 progress may be equivalent to the old man practicing swords for three years?"

"In reality, practicing the knife will also increase the progress, but the effect is far inferior to the 'refinement' of the Gluttony Cauldron... and the body of the broken knife has not disappeared."

"The cauldron of gluttony will fade, and maybe it will change back to its original color when the progress is full. So, how to solve the problem of eating dirt?"

"What does the Cauldron of Gluttony need? Is it earth and stones, or the metal substances contained in it? If it's the latter..."

"How to find other ingredients?"

……

Under the slightly dazzling sunlight, Yang Jue wrote at his desk, sorting out his gains and guesses, summarizing his gains and losses.

This is the habit of his previous life.

"call!"

He conveniently stuffed a stone into his stomach, feeling the familiar warm current disperse, and Yang Qian let out a long breath.

After sorting it out overnight, he had a preliminary understanding of the functions and taboos of the cauldron of gluttony.

There are many problems, and the usefulness is also great.

Randomly crushing the graffiti paper and throwing it in the corner, Yang Qian stood up and held the broken knife hanging on the wall in his hand.

Immediately, a familiar touch came to my heart, and what came with it was the skill of using a knife that was deeply imprinted in my mind.

Yes, it's just skill, not even knife skills.

"Missing is tantamount to death. I'm afraid the old man will be in danger..."

The sun fell on the blade, reflecting Yang Jue's slightly sad face.

It's dangerous outside the city.

Not only the wild beasts that appear from time to time and the refugees and beggars fleeing famine, but also the bandits and thieves.

Qingzhou is located on the border of Ming Dynasty. Compared with other states, it is much more chaotic.

An old prison guard who is very old, even if he is not dead, is there still something?

boom!
Bang bang bang!
At this time, a hasty knock on the door followed by a sharp voice broke the calm in the courtyard:
"Second aunt, open the door, open the door. It's me, Yunhua!"

"Hey, here we come."

When Yang Jue frowned, Grandma Yang stepped forward and opened the door with her clothes on.

When the door opened, a woman had entered.

She was about thirty years old, she was wearing low-quality blush, and said hello in a sharp voice. Behind her were a few simple and honest middle-aged men.

"these people……"

Yang Yu frowned.

These people seemed to be relatives of his family, but they didn't seem to have moved around for many years.

It's time to come...

"Why are you all here?"

After tossing and turning all night, Granny Yang's expression was not very good.

"Auntie, the clan also knows about the second uncle. We came here this time to make arrangements for his funeral."

The woman sighed: "Second Uncle didn't enjoy any blessings in his life, and after he dies, he will have a good time, what do you think?"

"Afterwards, afterward."

Granny Yang's face turned pale, and she shook her body: "Your second uncle is just missing, he will, he will come back, he will come back."

At the end, her voice also lowered.

"Second aunt!"

The woman stepped forward and took Granny Yang's hand: "You still don't know what the yamen does? How can Sanchi Liu be willing to give the second uncle a pension?"

"Yes, Second Aunt. It's been a while, but it can't be delayed any longer."

The men also agreed.

"This……"

Granny Yang was at a loss and felt helpless.

"Second Aunt, why are you still hesitating? You nod your head, the next thing, the nephew and daughter-in-law will definitely handle it properly, don't worry about it!"

Seeing that Granny Yang seemed to be persuaded, the woman's tone became a little more gentle, but her sharp voice made the listeners extremely uncomfortable.

"Not only must this matter be done! It must also be done in a big way!"

At this time, someone else joined in.

"That is, that is!"

The middle-aged woman nodded first, then became vigilant, glanced around, and saw a pale-faced young man leaning against the door, staring at herself indifferently.

Looking coldly at the few 'relatives' in the courtyard, Yang Qiu felt a fire beating in his heart.

In his two lifetimes, he was more than just a country boy. How could he not know what the purpose of these people was?
Eat absolutely nothing!
He once heard that when a man in a family dies, people from the same family will come to the door, and all valuables in the family will be searched away, and the pots and pans will not be removed.

He would even come to the door every day under the pretext of going out for a funeral, forcing the family to set up a floating banquet, and to keep it up, inviting everyone to come and eat, and eat up the whole family!

Until the real estate and land were all handed over, the woman was forced to leave, and even hanged herself!

According to legend, Liu Rushi, a famous prostitute of a generation, was forced to hang herself by her family because she was forced to die. But even so, she was still deprived of her family wealth after her death!

Yang Ju never imagined that one day he would encounter such a thing.

"This is the prison, right?"

The woman's face froze, and she quickly forced a smile: "I haven't seen you for a year, and I'm already an adult."

"Little prison."

Granny Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly broke free from the woman's hand, and took a few steps back.

"Mother-in-law."

Yang Jian glanced at the few people in the courtyard, then looked at the old woman, and said softly: "Choose a suitable day, and take care of the old man's funeral."

"Can……"

Granny Yang hesitated to speak, but she could only nod her head when she saw Yang Jue's eyes were firm.

"Xiao Prison is so right!"

The woman thought that there would be twists and turns in this matter, but now she saw that it seemed to be a success, she immediately beamed with joy:

"Which day is there to pick? Today is the best day!"

"Not today!"

Yang Ju shook his head, seeing the woman's uneasy expression, he said: "If it's not enough, I have to wait for the yamen's relief."

After a pause, he added:
"This matter, Wang Butou agreed to me."

"Captain Wang?"

The woman was stunned, her eyes rolled, and she hesitated: "But the yamen wants to procrastinate, so what if it takes a year or so?"

'I really can't wait. '

Yang Jue's eyes turned cold, and he gritted his teeth before suppressing the anger: "In three days, the pension will come down, and even if there is no one, the old man's funeral will still have to be done."

"That……"

The woman hesitated for a moment, and when she saw that the men had no objections, she nodded in agreement.

"Ugh."

After sending a few people away, Granny Yang let out a long sigh and became more and more haggard: "Little Prison, what should I do..."

After living most of her life, how could she not know the purpose of these people?
But what can you do if you know?
The family's fields and even the houses are all registered in the clan, even if they sue the officials, they can't win.

"Grandma, give me the land deed and house deed."

After closing the door heavily, Yang Yu's temper still persisted.

For a moment, he wished he could draw a knife and kill these people.

But after killing these few people, there are others, and if he is arrested, the mother-in-law really has no hope.

"You want to sell these fields? It won't work. These land deeds and house deeds are registered in the clan, and no one will take them..."

The old woman shook her head again and again.

Yang Ju gritted his teeth, but smiled:

"Sell it to them, of course they don't want it. But, what if you give it to them?!"

(End of this chapter)