technical type

[Please select the time, 2000 years, 3000 years, 4000 years, 5000 years...]

"2000."

How many years can a guqin be preserved?If the conditions are good, a thousand years is not difficult, but if you want to go further, I'm afraid it depends on the materials.

Ji Mo chooses the best materials as much as possible when making it, but even so, because the names of various animals and plants have changed in another world, he does not have much money to prepare better wood, so this Zhang Guqin's material is not perfect.

Therefore, the dark situation in front of me is not too surprising in general.

After 1000 years, but not 2000 years, just looking at the interval of 1000 years in the middle, you know that the probability of not being able to survive is still very high.

"Forget it, that's okay."

Ji Mo sighed like this, but there was nothing he could do. Following the pull of that soul, he returned to his body after a return journey.

[Main task: Musician. 】

[Current progress: the second stage of the exam - passed (grade: good). 】

[Whether to carry out the third stage of study? 】

"no."

It seems that people can predict what a high-level musician is like, and he has a heart to play. Ji Mo is not going to continue to go down, at least not now.

[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. 】

The light in the room was a little dim, especially when I saw the vastness of the world a second ago, but this second, I returned to this small room and felt dim.

Ji Mo stood up and moved his legs and feet. Even though the time didn't seem to pass in reality, he felt that time had passed for a long time, and his body would feel stiff for a long time, and he needed to move a little bit.

After fully exercising his legs and feet, he pushed open the door, and Ji Mo walked outside. There was still money in his pocket, and it was time for a good meal.

"Out?"

"Go shopping!"

Neighbors, there are old people who like to sit at the door with the door open, like an old dog guarding the door, and finally contribute to their own family, or use this method to join the excitement of the world.

I have lived here for a long time, and I have some old neighbors. Ji Mo nodded and responded to their questions, and did not shy away from his purpose, saying that he would go out for a good meal, and gossip with everyone , Among the laughter is the fireworks of the market.

I've lived in this town for a long time, and I'm familiar with many places. You can't go wrong if you walk with your eyes closed. There are several streets and shops, some of which have been open for decades. Only Ji Mo knows how many In ten years, there are still some new shops, the ones in one or two years, which look different.

The combination of new, old and old has become the characteristic of this street. Even the cover of the restaurant has a hint of newness in the old, which can be recognized by old customers and not disgusted by new customers.

The unique smell of wood is intertwined with the smell of food, as well as the aroma from some powder shops, and the dim sum that just came out of the pot from an unknown dim sum shop, exuding an indescribable smell, mixed together , has become the unique popularity of this street.

Ji Mo seldom spent more money on these food before, it was unnecessary and meaningless, what food is not to eat?

For Ji Mo, who has been a monk, appetite is really not the most necessary thing.

But when conditions permit, when you are in a good mood, going out for a meal is not only a reward for yourself, but also a sublimation of your emotions.

Money, what's the use of staying?

There is a saying that the most fearful thing is that people die and the money is not spent.

So, spend your money hard.

It's rare for Ji Mo to go to a restaurant that looks very upscale. He has been here for so many years, and he has known the reputation of this restaurant for so many years, but this is the first time he has come in.

The boy looked suspicious, thinking that Ji Mo didn't look like someone who could afford to eat here. When Ji Mo entered the door, he took out the money and put it on the table, in exchange for the boy's enthusiastic smile. Then he reported the name of the dish, and that fluent tongue also made Ji Mo smile.

"Pick up a few delicious ones, and the rest will be your reward."

Broken silver in ancient times, how can there be such a small thing, you have to use big scissors to open it, it is also a test of eyesight and hand strength, the silver is spent, it is common to find copper coins, Ji Mo is rare and rich One hand, I don't care about those few copper coins.

The guys in this kind of restaurant are very tactful when watching people order dishes, and they don’t save too much tip for themselves, so in this regard, you can rest assured that they can arrange the dishes, just to save you worry.

"Okay, do you always have any taboos? Can you bite big meat?"

The little guy was even more attentive after receiving the money.

"It's all right, just watch it."

Eat more and eat less, eat a meaning.

Ji Mo didn't intend to be extravagant and wasteful, but at his current age and teeth, it is impossible for him to eat as well as before.

"okay!"

The young man responded, sang the name of the dish and left.

Ji Mo smiled when he heard it, and it was quite smooth.

Soon, several dishes came up. The combination of meat and vegetables was reasonable, and there was no shortage of rice and soup.

Ji Mo picked up the chopsticks, asked for some hot water to rinse them off, and then began to eat, eating slowly, savoring the taste of the food, killing time, no accidents, this is what happened in this The last meal in the world.

Thinking about it, it seems that I really missed a lot before, because I didn't write down any special dishes. Although I don't expect to make money selling recipes, but...

After a meal, Ji Mo wiped his mouth and went to the coffin shop.

This kind of shop is usually not facing the street, and they are all in the alley. You have to turn a corner to see his house's signboard. Ji Mo turned in and said that he wanted a coffin, and he wanted it today.

"Where did it come in such a hurry, I only have these ready-made here, take a look, what size do you want?"

There are requirements for the length and thickness of the coffin, and the owner of the coffin shop pointed out a few coffins for Ji Mo to choose.

"The simplest thing is fine."

Ji Mo never cared too much about the funeral. If he could, he would choose cremation. Unfortunately, cremation is too much a test of ancient funeral customs. If he deliberately asked for it, it would seem like a problem for the living, so Ji Mo also chose. Do as the Romans do, just bury any land anywhere, anyway, no one will charge fees such as mausoleum management fees.

The risk is probably that, maybe some good land is reclaimed later, and it is dug out directly, or you meet that conscience-stricken tomb robber, and let the old bones be exposed to the sun and so on.

Generally speaking, death is just a skin, and there is nothing to care about.

"The simplest?"

When the boss heard this, he frowned subconsciously. Generally, the coffins were selected well, and the coffins were simple, as if there was some hatred.

"For personal use, no money, no need to waste it."

Ji Mo is very assertive. In ancient times, death is as important as life, but he knows that what he dies is only flesh and bones, and has nothing to do with the soul, so he doesn't care about this aspect.

Seeing what he said, the boss disagreed very much: "You should pay more attention to your own affairs."

In ancient times, old people had the custom of preparing coffins in advance. He was not surprised that Ji Mo bought a coffin for himself, but he bought it so carelessly that it would inevitably make people complain.

"Why bother? When you die, you die. You don't need the things you had when you were alive. When I go to the burial, I don't even need to be buried with you."

The apprentice was not around, and there were no other close people around him. Ji Mo didn't know who to say goodbye to on this last day. The boss was willing to say a few more words to him, and he didn't leave in a hurry meaning, followed by a few small talk.

In the first world, he learned the art of paper-making. Speaking of it, it is related to the coffin shop. He also knew about this aspect in order to sell it in the market. Now speaking of it, he seems to be a colleague.

"My brother also does this business?"

The boss was very surprised. Most people are a little bit taboo about this knowledge, as long as the location of the coffin shop is not facing the busy street.

The ancients were also contradictory. On the one hand, death is like life, and they are unwilling to treat the dead badly, but on the other hand, they really avoid these things. When they see paper money falling on the ground, they have to go around two steps to avoid stepping on their feet. I don't want to see these things here.

No, it doesn't necessarily mean that you don't want to see it. If it is a small coffin made of gold, it is still very marketable if it has the meaning of "promotion and wealth".

"I learned to tie paper before."

Ji Mo smiled humbly. Seeing that the boss was interested, his hands were itchy. He also borrowed the boss's materials to show off his paper-making skills. Among other things, he made a paper figurine frame in twos and threes. , It looks very good, not to mention the choice of paper, it is also very interesting.

He still remembered not to apply the names he had learned in the previous world, so when he said some things, he inevitably had a somewhat secretive look.

The boss didn't care, and chatted with him for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Ji Mo left.

An appointment was made for the coffin, and it will be delivered to Ji Mo's home tomorrow by the clerk in the shop.

After leaving the shop, Ji Mo didn't rush home. He went shopping again, touched the money in his pocket, bought a pancake, ate it while walking, and walked around the streets and alleys of the town. Look at the last scenery, and then return home.

The room is cold.

Ji Mo didn't feel lonely, but he also sighed lightly when faced with this kind of coldness.

The next day, the guy who brought the coffin couldn't knock on the door, which disturbed the neighbors on both sides. They climbed over the wall and went in, only to find that Ji Mo had already gone.

"It was fine yesterday..."

"If a person is about to die, if you feel it!"

"Why is it so sudden, his apprentice is not here, what should I do?"

"The coffin is all set, let's bury it first."

After discussing with the neighbors, they buried Ji Mo and sent him underground.