The adventure of falling off a cliff is a scene that can only be found in story-telling novels.

Yang Yu had never thought before that his old man would actually have such an opportunity, and he felt happy and worried at the same time.

It is certainly gratifying that the old man has had an "adventure", but the cliff seems to be very high and there is nothing else on the cliff. There is no water or food. I am afraid that it will be very difficult at this time.

"I hope the old man can turn bad luck into good fortune and bring good luck when he is in trouble..."

After being stunned for a while, Yang Prison sighed.

Heishan City is quite far away from Qingzhou. It takes more than a year to go back and forth. The roads on the road are changeable and mountainous.

Even if he wanted to find the old man, he was unable to do so for the time being.

Not to mention that Black Mountain City is very unstable at this time. If I leave, my mother-in-law will be here alone, which will be even more dangerous.

"How should I explain it to my mother-in-law?"

Yang Yu rubbed his temples, turned over and jumped out of the outline, stretched out his hand from the side of the vat, and found the broken knife in his hand.

After thorough refining, he noticed a difference.

Holding the knife at this time, a feeling of harmony came to his heart, as if the knife was not only a knife, but became a part of his arm.

"Completely refining it, does it seem to really make a difference?"

Yang Yu's spirit was shaken, and he immediately looked at the small tripod on his chest.

Due to the diligent 'charging' during this period, even after the Broken Sword was completely refined, only a small part of the Cauldron of Gluttony was still cyan.

This also means that he can refine the second ingredient in as fast as three to five days, or as slowly as eight or nine days.

The speed depends on him.

Wow~

Shaking off the water drops on his body, Yang Yu held the knife in his hand and waved it around in the courtyard.

He holds the knife in his right hand, and his left hand forms a palm. His eyes are on the edge of the knife, and his body moves with the knife. As the knife skills change, he sometimes holds the knife on the shelf to assist the knife's power.

Sometimes the hand presses the back of the knife and rolls it left and right, sometimes it bends the elbow and holds it horizontally, sometimes it tilts it up and pulls it down...

After wandering around for a while, Yang Yu felt that the broken knife was like a driving arm, moving according to his heart, with indescribable smoothness and comfort.

It's as if I have really been practicing for thirty or fifty years.

Phew~

But not long after, Yang Yu put away his knife and retreated, panting slightly:

"In my memory, the old man could swing his sword eight hundred times with all his strength... Is my physique not as good as the old man?"

Yang Yu thought about it, it was really true.

I have only been in this world for a year. I spent the first half of the year trying to maintain my health, but I didn't work hard in the second half of the year.

These are the only ones who are truly diligent.

In a short period of time, even with a medicinal bath, it is not as good as the old man's physique that he has worked hard for for less than half his life.

"My skills may not be inferior to the old man's, but my strength and speed are far behind. If we were to fight, the old man would probably be able to kill me with just a few blows..."

"I'm afraid the old man also took a medicinal bath, but I don't know if the blood transfusion was successful?"

Wiping his body haphazardly, Yang Yu muttered in his heart.

"We have to make money..."

…

“How to make money quickly?”

The sky was dim and bright, and Yang Yu was crouching at the table, writing and drawing.

So hard!

During the year he traveled through time, Yang Prison thought about making money more than once.

But they were all stillborn due to various reasons. Even though the memory of the past life can help, it cannot withstand the constraints of this world.

"Trading business, selling salt and iron, brothels, gambling houses, smuggling, food, land annexation, serving as an official..."

On paper, Yang Yu ranked the businesses he considered the most profitable from low to high.

Compare your abilities and cross them off one by one.

The first thing to cross out is being an official.

Being an official is naturally the most profitable profession, bar none.

In three years, the prefect of Qing Dynasty received one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver. This is not just talk.

The richest people in Heishan City are not the three families of Chen, Wang, and Li who have been cultivating the city for decades, nor are they the Heishan Army stationed outside the city.

It was the county magistrate ‘San Chi Liu’.

He has only been a county magistrate for ten years and is already much richer than those gentry.

Liu Wenpeng, who is three feet high in the sky, is a well-known wealthy man even in other counties.

Secondly, it is food.

People cannot go without food for a day. They can abstain from eating meat, but they cannot abstain from eating grains, but this should still be crossed out.

Food is a forbidden treasure for three feet, no one else can touch it.

For the same reason, land annexation is simply out of the question.

After returning home, he crossed out the unconditional smuggling, brothels, and gambling houses, and the only things in front of him were salt, iron, and merchants.

"Salt and iron, merchant..."

After circling these two choices, Yang Yu bit his pen holder and pondered.

The Ming Dynasty could not help but privately sell salt and iron, and there were quite a few people engaged in it. However, this business was complex and was jointly controlled by several large rural gentry in the inner and outer cities and several gangs in the outer cities.

The same goes for businessmen.

Regardless of whether you want to do business in the inner or outer city, even if you just set up a stall to sell calligraphy and painting, you must hand over 10% to the Yamen, and the remaining 20% ​​goes to the gang squires.

What's left is yours.

Without background, no matter how good the business is, it will be eaten away.

What's more, he doesn't have that much time to run the business, let alone go out to purchase goods.

The same goes for salt and iron. Although he has a more efficient method for refining salt and iron, where is the foundation?

Among Old Man Wei's disciples, not only Hu Wan and a few others are nourished by life, but the others are all suffering haha.

"It's difficult, it's difficult!"

Looking at the yellow paper full of writing, Yang Yu had a headache: "In this world, it is too difficult to do anything..."

After a period of meaningless venting, Yang Yu wrote four big characters on the paper.

“Robbing the rich and giving to the poor!”

Gritting his teeth, Yang Yu finally understood why there were so many gangsters and gangs in the outer city.

Even if they die one after another, they still keep going.

No way.

Because their land was annexed, they have no skills, no capital, no background, and no connections...

There is no other way, I want to survive, I want to live a better life.

Then you have to fight for your life!

To bully ordinary people who are just like them, but more cowardly.

Stab!

Yang Yu tore the paper into pieces and threw it all over the room. He suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart and murmured:

"Abide by the law..."

…

After washing up, I told my mother-in-law in a roundabout way that the old man might not be dead, and after some consolation.

Yang Yucai wrapped his broken knife and went out with the last few coins he had collected from Wang Liu.

North Street is not as prosperous as South Street, but it is much better than the outer city. There is no shortage of pubs, gambling houses, teahouses, drug stores, and brothels.

And because the rich and powerful people in the city often go to Nancheng, there will be more people and better business.

There are more vendors and a more mixed crowd.

Squire, martial arts disciple, gang, gangster, thief...

Everything.

Walking aimlessly on the street, Yang Yu was thinking about how to make money, and suddenly felt a slight shock in his chest.
To be continued...