Longevity starts with learning

The meal was a great success for both the host and the guest. After the meal, the two of them were not idle. One took the broom, the other took the rag. Together, they finished the cleaning that Chu Mu had not finished.

The whole house was not only brand new, but also much cleaner. It was not until the curfew that Xu Yuan had to leave.

The courtyard also regained its former tranquility.

It was late at night and quiet. It was time for sleep, but Chu Mu was not idle.

Reading and practicing martial arts seemed to occupy all of Chu Mu's energy.

Reading is just for literacy and to better integrate into this era.

And practicing martial arts is the real sustenance for Chu Mu.

Although those sword techniques have the existence of "Spiritual Brilliance Value", Chu Mu does not know whether these sword techniques can practice anything.

But at the moment, these sword techniques are undoubtedly the only existence that Chu Mu can pin his hopes on.

After all, no external force can compare to one's own strength, not to mention that he currently has no external force to rely on...

The rather heavy blade once again bloomed in this house. Without the "spiritual light blessing", it was less wanton and sharp, and more clumsy. Only the divine light in his eyes was as serious and focused as ever.

This time, Chu Mu practiced for a little longer. He practiced the sword techniques back and forth for more than ten times. When his aching body felt weak again, Chu Mu barely stopped.

After martial arts, it is natural to be literary.

After a day of hard study in the school, although it is not said that he has gained a lot, he has learned a lot of words. If he does not review it and falls asleep like this, it is estimated that he will not be sure how much he can remember when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

The candlelight flickered in the bedroom, and the figure bowing his head on the desk stretched out long under the candlelight. It was not until late at night that the candlelight was extinguished.

A night... peaceful, in the early morning, Chu Mu woke up naturally.

It was still cold in the morning, but the number of people on the street did not decrease much. People at the bottom of society were trying to make a living, so they had no right to complain about the weather.

In the room, Chu Mu also got up early and changed into the armor of the Inspection Office.

It was called armor, but it was just a thick green cotton jacket, but the cotton jacket had obviously been specially treated and felt hard to the touch. There were also some iron pieces inlaid in the inner jacket, so the defense should be pretty good.

The only advantage of wearing this armor seemed to be that the armor was bloated, which made his thin body look a little stronger.

The figure reflected in the bronze mirror, the young man holding a knife, seemed to have a bit more heroic meaning.

After staring at it for a moment, Chu Mu smiled inexplicably, shook his head, and walked out the door.

According to what Xu Yuan said yesterday, the day shift of the Inspection Office would roll in at the beginning of the morning, which was around seven o'clock in the previous life. After rolling in, everyone would do their job.

It was still early, so Chu Mu was not in a hurry. He ate a bowl of steaming meat noodles from a street vendor, filled his empty stomach, and felt much more comfortable.

The inspection office was located in the south of the town near the mine, not far from Chu Mu's home. Chu Mu's house was located in the center of the town, not far from any place in the town.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chu Mu arrived outside the inspection office.

Compared with the grand and majestic county inspection office in the original owner's memory, this inspection office was obviously much worse.

The three-character plaque of the inspection office was hung, and there was no one guarding the door. After entering the door, there was a large open space. Swords, spears, swords and halberds were displayed under the eaves on one side of the open space, and stone pillars of different sizes were piled in the corner.

In the original owner's memory, this martial arts training ground was almost a decoration, and they only gathered here at the time of roll call every day.

What I saw in front of me was similar to the scene in the original owner's memory, with no difference.

"Chu Mu!"

Just as Chu Mu was observing the inspection station, a shouting voice interrupted Chu Mu's thoughts.

"Sergeant."

Chu Mu turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a mustache. Chu Mu quickly clasped his fists and said.

The man who came was the sergeant who helped Chu Mu to confirm the inspection duties a few days ago. His name was Wu Shuo, and he was also the boss of the boss of the original father in the inspection station.

According to the organization of the inspection station, the most basic organization is the team, above the team, there is the squad, and above the squad, there is the hundred households. Wu Shuo in front of him is in charge of a squad in this inspection station. His status is not low.

"Have you finished dealing with the family affairs?"

Chu Mu quickly responded: "Sergeant, I have finished dealing with them. I am here to work today."

"If you don't come, I will have to send someone to urge you. Now our inspection office is very short of people."

"Come on, go with me to register first, and I will arrange things for you later."

Wu Shuo waved his hand, and his expression was obviously a little worried as he took a step.

Chu Mu's heart skipped a beat. At this time, it was not easy to say anything. He tried his best to maintain the original owner's eccentric personality and followed Wu Shuo silently, step by step.

The inspection office was not big. After the martial arts field, there was the main hall, and then there were several rooms on the left and right. After that, there was the backyard, which was also the place where the former hundred households of the inspection office lived. Obviously, it was not something that ordinary inspectors could enter.

As Wu Shuo wandered around, registered at the chief clerk of the side hall, and returned to the main hall, it was almost the beginning of the morning, and there were already many inspectors in the office.

"Okay, stop chatting, everyone from the third squad, come here!"

Wu Shuo walked to the front of the hall and shouted, and the inspectors who had gathered in groups of three or two on the martial arts field gathered in front of the hall.

After the inspectors gathered, Wu Shuo looked around and finally looked at a bearded strong man at the head of the line:

"Li Gang, this guy is called Chu Mu. He just registered today and will follow your team first."

"Okay."

The strong man looked at Chu Mu with big eyes like copper bells. After looking him up and down, he looked at Wu Shuo and responded in a muffled voice.

Seeing this, Chu Mu hurriedly walked down the steps in front of the hall and walked quickly to the row where the strong man with beards stood.

The patrol inspectors of various teams stood quietly, with different expressions. Some were careless, and some were expressionless. Of course, more were like Chu Mu, facing a new environment and a new life.

Qinghe County recruited nearly a hundred patrol inspectors to escort more than a thousand corvée laborers, but they disappeared quietly.

The county government provided financial compensation and job comfort to the families of the patrol inspectors who died in the line. These days, the patrol inspection offices are not short of new faces. The Nanshan patrol inspection office is large in scale, and there are too many new faces.

These new faces, like Chu Mu, have the same identity.

Even though he has lived two lives, Chu Mu could not hide his uneasiness at this moment.

It took him nearly ten days to adapt to the small house when he first arrived. Now, it has become a safe haven in his heart.

And now, he has stepped out of that safe haven and entered an almost completely unfamiliar environment...

What about the future?

As the sun rose, Chu Mu pursed his lips, his thoughts flying...

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