technical type

The paper girl is completely broken.

Ji Mo also broke away from that state, and his perspective seemed to be raised again—higher than the sky, at a loss. When the real thing appeared in his sight again, he found that it was actually in his own room. , he was still sitting at the table, and in front of him was the finished female paper figurine.

"So, I'm not dead? Was that just... a rehearsal?"

Anyway, he is also a modern person who has accepted the information explosion. Ji Mo quickly figured out what happened just now.

Not to mention, regaining this kind of physical feeling again, seeing his body parts, Ji Mo felt quite kind, and even the calluses on his hands were not so ugly anymore.

[Main task: Paper Maker. 】

[Current progress: the first stage of the exam—passed (grade: pass). 】

[Whether to carry out the second stage of study? (It is recommended to improve the test scores of the first stage first, and enter the second stage of study with excellent results.)】

"Re-learn? No, no, no, no need, really no need!"

Thinking of the 20 years of study and repeated hard work, Ji Mo shook his head again and again, his whole body was full of resistance, even though he wanted to do his best during the exam before, but if he really did it all over again, it would probably be..." I want to go home, really!"

With the thought of "No" in my mind, the question on the virtual screen disappeared, and a new question appeared——

[Do you want to start learning the next skill? (You can keep the progress of the current task.)]

"Ah? Still want to learn? What to learn?"

After thinking about it subconsciously, Ji Mo was about to ask if there was an option to go home, when the question disappeared and a new line of text appeared.

[I will leave the current world in a day, please handle your personal belongings properly, and it is forbidden to bring them with you.Heirs can be selected to inherit the current learning achievements.Due to low grades, the inheritance will be automatically downgraded, and works of the same level as the current work cannot be inherited. 】

After the text is a bright red countdown, the number at the end is almost invisible, and it is changing rapidly.

"One day, this time is too short!"

Ji Mo thought this way, but he didn't get up in a hurry, and read this paragraph of text again. This is the longest text since the system was established, and the content on it is quite rich, which reminded him a lot.

The first sentence is quite simple, that is, it is not allowed to leave with any items, and it is probably to leave by death. In this way, nothing can be taken away except the soul.

The second sentence is also easy to understand, it can be counted as part of dealing with personal items, and the learning results are also very personal.

The third sentence is a bit of a slap in the face, what is low grades?Ji Mo blushed, passing the grade is also a pass!Isn't it one more long live?Although, although, although he has never had such a low test score before, this...

He thought of the time options of "50 years" and "100 years". Could it be that the longer the time, the better, er, no, but the longer the works are kept, the better.

"50 years" is a pass, what is "100 years", seventy or eighty, good?

This is a test from low scores to high scores. If he chooses "100 years" from the beginning, will he fail directly?No second chance?Very possible!Thinking about it this way, he is trying to get a high score while ensuring a pass. The same piece of work takes the second exam and fails so it is still a passing grade. Well, it makes sense, probably like this.

"1000 years" should mean 1000 points, but how many meanings can you choose after [-] years?Could it be that it is not a percentage system?Or is the latter counted as extra points?

The operation of the system is not humanized at all, and sometimes it goes away as soon as his brain is quick, just like just now, he clearly hasn't decided what skill he wants to continue learning, and he wants to go home, but the first thought is too curious Yes, it was confirmed directly, this is really——I cheated myself.

"I don't know if there is a home item."

Ji Mo was a little worried.

"Ji Mo, it's time to eat."

Third Sister Ji shouted outside, now she lives with Yang Xiao and his wife in the next yard, and will come over on time every day to deliver meals.

"Oh, here we come."

Ji Mo responded, he didn't care about cleaning the house, got up and went out, closed the door with his backhand, not in a hurry to eat, first told Ji Sanjie that he had met Yang Xiao, and asked him to come over for something.

Third Sister Ji didn't ask what was the specific matter, she just regarded it as a business matter.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiao came over, and Ji Mo told him about the inheritance. It was a little too late to accept the apprentice now. There was only Yang Xiao by his side, so he could be seen and heard. The process of making paper people is actually not complicated. This is easy to learn but hard to master. Yang Xiao is so smart, he should have understood it all these years.

"In the future, if you continue to make paper making, you can continue. If you don't want to do it, don't do it. This book is a summary of my studies over the years. If you want to start the paper making business, you can do it by following the book. , I also added some sketches above..."

How many paper figurines were drawn by the soul painters back then, plus the basic concept of contrasting lines, it would not be too ugly, not to mention the artistry, at least it can be seen clearly.

"Uncle, what are you going to do?"

Yang Xiao felt that something was wrong, and asked, why does it seem like an account of the funeral?

"Don't ask in a hurry, listen to me first, and then write it down."

Ji Mo didn't let him ask to interrupt his thoughts, and continued: "I just wrote this book, and I don't have time to write more. If you have time, read more. If you don't want to do this, just write Send this book to the master master in the monastery as a souvenir. I met him once, and I have been taken care of by him, and I have nothing to repay him. I only hope that people will not use this paper-making skill. ..."

As he talked, he began to recall the past unconsciously. He came to this world ignorantly, and worshiped the master in a daze. Uncle Li is a good master. He is really good to himself, and the Ji family is also very good. They are really for themselves They are planning their own life, and the poor family is like this, but unexpectedly after that farewell, they will never see each other again.

"Life is lucky, and I can still meet the third sister. I still remember the small slope in Kaoshan Village, and all the things in that yard, but I can never go back. When I die, I don't want to bury it. Instead of rotting in the soil , Mo Ruo just burn it clean, and sprinkle the ashes at will, in the coming year, maybe we can grow a few more weeds and bloom wild flowers..."

"How did uncle say such unlucky words, how old is uncle, and he has no disease or disaster, how could he-"

It is rare for Yang Xiao to argue, he is now tall and healthy, and he is no longer the little firewood stick he was when he was picked up back home. The shadows drawn by standing at the door are like black clouds, quite deterrent, When it is loud, it is more like a thunderous roar.

Hearing the commotion here, Ji Sanjie hurried over, pushed her son first, and glared at him: "Why are you talking to your uncle?"

Yang Xiao's eye circles turned red from holding back, but he refused to admit his mistake, so he simply turned his head away from looking at people.

"It's nothing, what I said made the child uncomfortable."

Ji Mo didn't want to alarm Third Sister Ji, but since the person came over and the conversation has come to this point, it doesn't seem too good not to explain.

"Just now, I had a dream. I know my life expectancy, and it will be tomorrow. I didn't want to tell you about the afterlife so early. If so, I will tell you sooner."

Ji Mo looked at Third Sister Ji, smiled and said, "Sister San, I have always troubled you a lot these years. In the future, this yard will be handed over to Third Sister. Don't blame me for not loving Yang Xiao. He is young and strong, and he has a personality. Xiaoyuaner, what happens in the future depends on you. Third sister keeps this yard in her hands. Even if her children and grandchildren are unworthy in the future, there will always be a place to settle down. I know that the people in Yangjiazhuang are all good, so I won’t bully third sister again. , if there is something wrong, go to the temple to ask the master for help, become a monk, and be merciful. Over the years, there is always some kind of incense, and the Bodhisattva is also willing to save the suffering..."

"Si'er, what are you talking about? What's the matter with you? Don't scare the third sister. The third sister is timid and can't bear it..." Ji Sanjie hasn't been called Ji Mo by her nickname for a long time. I haven't come out of the past situation, but I laughed when I heard this sound: "I remembered the scene when my third sister beat me when I was young. At that time, I never thought that there would be today..."

Memories are few and nothing to mention, but now that I think about it, even the beating at that time was intimate. With a faint smile on his face, Ji Mo continued to tell Yang Xiao: "There is only one paper girl on my table. , is my last work, and it is also a posthumous work, you remember to sell it to the Li family for a high price—"

Thinking of what happened 50 years later and 100 years later during the exam, although I don’t know much, I also know something about the future. It will return to the dust in less than a hundred years, if you have the heart, you can use the paper doll to make a good relationship, retire at the right time, and earn some money for the family, don’t let yourself fall into it.”

Ji Mo didn't know if his words were leaking secrets, but since he knew it, he didn't even say a few words, it seemed that he didn't even have a place to show off. , He didn't continue anymore, it's fate to remember it, it's okay if he can't remember it, it may not be a good thing for the poor to become rich.

After saying this, the meal was already cold, Ji Sanjie started cooking here again, Ji Mo ate seriously, he still didn't know where his next meal would be, and wanted to say something, but felt like Enough is enough, and finally I told Yang Xiao and Ji Sanjie to remember to visit the graves of Uncle Li and Master Wang.

"If you can, then pass on this craft, if not, that's fine."

Ji Mo took Yang Xiao to clean up everything in the house, and would talk to him about any useful ones. After working hard all night, it was almost dawn when Ji Mo lay on the bed and fell asleep.

After falling asleep, I never woke up again.