technical type

Ji Mo doesn't quite understand if this has something to do with it. Even though he has experienced several worlds, he is still a little unfamiliar with the system's functions. There is no manual to guide him, and the system's intelligence is not high. Not everyone can quickly grasp it. of various implicit rules.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be too anxious, there is always time for him to explore slowly.If one world does not work, there will be another world.

To this day, he still wants to go home, but that desire is no longer strong. What is stronger is that he wants to do something, so that the things he made can be passed down through the ages, so as not to waste this rare opportunity , to waste this time.

Not for the purpose of the system, but for your own resentment, will all your efforts be in vain?

Even if he is a passer-by, he hopes to leave his own trace.

The darkest time period before dawn has passed, and outside the window, the light of the morning sun is slightly revealed, and that line of crimson seems to rise suddenly, gradually occupying half of the sky.

Ji Mo stood in front of the window, looking at the sky that alternated between light and dark. After hearing the movement outside, he asked his servants to report the funeral to the butler. On this day, no matter what, Cao Mu had to be settled first.

The butler had expected this a long time ago. I don’t know if it was Ji Mo’s illusion. He felt that the butler’s attitude towards him was also a little colder. He used to study piano making and dealt with the butler a few times. At that time, this person always had a smiling face Greeting, approachable, now... Maybe this kind of occasion should be more solemn.

After all, Cao Mu enjoys the "teacher" level treatment. The coffin was given a good one. Ji Mo put the person in place himself, and the housekeeper also asked his servants to help. Things are buried with him, such as records of some violin-making skills, the most important thing is the alloy piano.

The housekeeper knew that Ji Mo’s experiments had to be recorded. For these things, in order to be serious, Ji Mo would show him the experimental records every time he had any results, and briefly explain them.

"I didn't expect this alloy piano to be successful before. Let them try it casually, and finally got those silk threads. There are no more. The experiment is confidential, and I keep it in my mind. You can ask, what are those craftsmen?" I don’t even know, if this is done, it’s a unique job, how can I dare to say it casually, wouldn’t that be my job?”

Ji Mo pretended to be complacent and showed off, looking at the butler with some guard, as if he was afraid that the other party would deliberately snatch this technology.

The butler was relieved when he heard that, and asked twice again to confirm that the alloy wire was only so much, but because the formula was successful, Ji Mo didn't tell anyone, even Cao Mu, and didn't record it on paper.

Such an answer is really in line with the selfish nature. The butler feels that if it is him, it must be the same. Those craftsmen who spin silk may really not know anything.

He has seen the experimental records made by Ji Mo a few times, they are too thin, and he feels dizzy looking at such thin things, let alone those craftsmen who do not know a few big characters, the possibility of making them repeat it is therefore negligible.

It's fine if it's impossible, it's impossible... The housekeeper took a look at Ji Mo, a small person, and labeled him as a "selfish villain" in his heart, handed over the matter here to the servants, and left by himself.

Ji Mo continued to pack Cao Mu’s things after seeing him leave. He put all his belongings that could be put in there, but he didn’t have any belongings. He distributed them to the servants in the yard and asked them to take care Place Cao Mu.

"Even if you don't give these, we will do well. Master Cao is very kind."

Cao Mu was never harsh on people during his lifetime, he used part of the rewards from his superiors, and the rest was either rewarded to his servants for joy, or given as rewards one after another in the future. No one does not think he is good.

Ji Mo thanked them for their kindness, and reminded him a little: "This is to ask you to help me stay here for a few more days. My master is alone in his family, and he can't even gather a filial son or grandson. It's too deserted."

He also gave out his own money. The money is enough to invite a few mourning teams to come to the water and land dojo for a few days and nights, let alone let a few servants stay there for a few more days. If you want to smile, everyone will agree.

Ji Mo went to inform the craftsmen who were experimenting with making pianos together, and only said that he hoped that they would all come to see Cao Mu for a ride, and he couldn't stop thinking about what ceremony to do. He was about to go to the funeral today, so he was in a hurry, but in the In the view of the master, it is the embodiment of knowing the etiquette. There has never been a master who has organized a funeral for his servants.

The craftsmen who made the alloy wire were not in the same system as Ji Mo’s, so it would be difficult to notify them. He was also afraid that it would be a bit contradictory to notify him after he said something like that. Words are useless, and people cannot be saved.

I hope they are stupid, sometimes, the stupid ones can live a long time.

This piece of peach blossom garden belongs to the prince's property, a craftsman obviously cannot be buried nearby, lest the scenery be spoiled.

Ji Mo asked his servants to carry the coffin to a distance, followed by several craftsmen, and someone praised Ji Mo for his thoughtfulness, but Ji Mo only nodded and did not speak.

After walking all the way like this, it took half a day to find a place to bury him.

The whole group was exhausted. They saw that there were no houses nearby, and they didn't know how Ji Mo found this place. A craftsman was beating his legs and was about to go back. Ji Mo stopped them and said to them: "I asked After that, they beat my master to death on purpose. I won’t go back to the palace. It’s a living contract, but in fact, the palace is powerful. If someone is really dead, will the government pursue it? I’m going to leave now, you go Feel free to leave."

Ji Mo said, chose a direction, and left.

A craftsman shouted from behind: "Don't be impulsive, if you are caught by the government..."

Ji Mo waved his hands without looking back, what are they grabbing, wouldn't it be death if he went back?He has already led them out. As for whether they can seize the chance of survival, that's up to them. After all, he can't control that much.

He didn't bring anything with him, no tool for making a piano, no piano, Ji Mo walked on the road, but he seemed to be stepping on the beat, stepping on the rhythm, looking at the deserted silence in the wilderness, left and right, where is the road? ?

If it weren't for the funeral, they probably wouldn't be able to get out at all, but they did... The severe pain in his stomach made Ji Mo's footsteps heavy, and he staggered forward, one step, two steps... the pain was so painful His head was dizzy, his eyes went black, and he fell to the ground.

It should have been thought a long time ago, the palace let them come out, didn't they hope that it would be cleaner to see them die outside?

The meal in the morning must have been poisoned. I don’t know what kind of poison it is. I saw the scene of the setting sun in the movie, the red sun was falling, and the cloud was falling like fire, and the dark red in the darkness was like blood, blurring the boundary between black and white.

"It hurts so much, why am I still alive?"

Just after Ji Mo felt that the touch of his body was moving away, he finally died, jumped out of the shackles of his body, and stood above his corpse in the form of a soul body in the current timeline for the first time, looking at the face on the ground The bruised corpse, tsk tsk, is really ugly!

I didn't expect that it would be like this to die before the time stipulated by the system. Is the soul out of the body?

He can feel all parts of his "body", but he can't touch anything, not even his own body. It's getting close to dusk, and at the time of the devil, he doesn't have much time. Let's look at the scenery again.

"There's another one!"

"Got far enough!"

Two servants came over to collect the corpse, and the one who ran ahead fumbled Ji Mo's body, but found nothing of value. He let out a "bah", scolded "poor ghost", and violently dragged his feet backwards. , dragged Ji Mo’s body back, and threw it into the pile of corpses. Ji Mo’s soul body followed the corpse, as if following his own exam work during the exam. After taking a look at the corpses, they were all people who followed the funeral. Not one less, all here.

Several servants were adding firewood to it, and one of them was still counting, as if he already had a list in his mind, and he was sure that none of them were missing, so he calmed down and lit the fire.

The sun had already set, and the fire started to burn, replacing the faint afterglow. Thick black smoke rose up, and the smell might not be very pleasant. Some of the servants showed disgust and took a few steps back, away from the fire. The pile was a little farther away, and some were flipping it in the fire with long sticks, while others were throwing firewood into it, muttering, "Let's have a good birth in the next life."

Others complained and wondered: "What did they steal? We didn't find anything except money!"

"Maybe I didn't take it out. I don't care about so much. Take the money back and let the housekeeper see it. It's all yours. What's wrong with it-hey, I'm hungry. I'll go back to eat meat at night. I'll let the mother-in-law bought it!"

The sound of a sudden response sounds joyful and relaxed.

Is it an excuse to steal something?Ji Mo didn't know whether these people were smart or stupid, and would believe such an excuse, but do they have the right not to believe it?

Well, it has nothing to do with me.

The corpse was burning in the fire. Ji Mo couldn't smell the grease, but he could see the curled up corpse. It was a phenomenon caused by high temperature and contraction. To the ancients, it should be classified as a ghost, but these servants looked like ghosts. Calm down, it seems that he should have done a lot of similar finishing work, and he has known this phenomenon for a long time.

They didn't put the firewood under it, but pressed it on the corpse. I don't know if it was for the purpose of "suppression".

Before the fire was finished, Ji Mo's time was up. Before the countdown counted down to zero, he took a last look at the world. The scene of the flames burning seemed to have bgm sounding, making him seem to see the scene of the Qiseqin being burned again , and the quiet face of that little lolita, burning everything on fire, it is the final annihilation, it is the unspeakable grief and anger that was born.