Omnipresent God of War

2020-11-11

Chapter 47 Changes

The sky just brightened.

Wei He rolled over and sat up from the bed.

He looked tired, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his temples were also jumping with blood vessels.

“I haven’t had a dream for a long time. Didn’t expect to dream of the past.”

He recalled many things in his previous life, and now he always feels that there is a layer of blurry glass. , such as flower within the mist moon reflected in the water, can’t see clearly.

On the contrary, it is the scenes of life in this life, as if it is a videotape, vivid in my eyes and can be recalled at any time.

He didn’t know if this was due to the strong qi and blood, and the details he could remember, or some other reason.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He quickly drew water from the water tank and scrubbed his body with cold water. Then change clothes.

Wei Ying is already cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Now at Wei He’s strong request, the two have fixed their daily breakfast life.

You know, the average family doesn’t have much money to eat breakfast. In this world, if most people can eat enough, it’s not bad.

Two meals a day are more common, let alone three.

Fortunately, Wei He now has some prey from time to time when he hunts. This mountain forest is also strange. Even though there are many droughts, the mountain forest is still half-dead. The yellow-green grass and woods are still standing.

There are also animal prey scattered and hidden inside from time to time.

Wei He doesn’t know the reason, but it is precisely because of this that he can occasionally get some prey, so he is too lazy to think about it.

“Today, it is said to be a sermon by You Mingxian Daoist Priest. Many people are going to see it. I want to go to Little He too, can I?” Looking at Wei He has some expectations.

“Last time that kind of sermon? The one with a lot of people?” Wei He asked, lowering his head and grabbing a piece of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.

“Well, but. There were a lot of people last time. Now, there may not be many.” Wei Ying replied with some emotion.

“Can you understand? I don’t understand what Daoist said.” Wei He asked.

“I don’t know, but there is something to eat.” Wei Ying answered with wide eyes.

“.Then don’t join in the fun for something like that. Our family doesn’t lack it now.” Wei He refused.

“Okay. Also.”

After the two of them had breakfast, Wei Ying talked about something when he was cleaning the dishes.

“By the way, Little He, I heard from Master Zheng yesterday that someone seems to have done a strange thing in the Red Stone area recently.”

“A strange thing?”

“Well, it is said that the man pressed a large piece of iron ore on a pile of jerky and said that as long as someone can lift the stone, he can take the meat by himself.” Wei Ying used She said in a chatty tone, as if she still felt interesting.

Wei He was stunned.

“Then what?”

“Then, many people tried to go up and couldn’t move.

The last person named Xu Ran, Stepping up and raising both hands, he lifted up the piece of iron that no one could do about it, and took the meat away.”

Wei Ying praised, and added: ” The person who put the meat invited Xu Ran to be a guest at home and had a big meal. Then the next day, he came and started putting stones to press the meat. This time it was heavier than before, as long as anyone can lift it, he can take the meat. Little He Would you like to try it?”

In Wei Ying’s mind, his younger brother practiced martial arts step by step, and he was someone who was very difficult to deal with very difficult to deal with anyway. It should be no problem to lift a stone, right?

Wei He does feel different.

He is different from ordinary people, and his vision is different. As soon as he heard this, he understood.

This is someone making a name for themselves!

What is the purpose of fame? Nothing but attention-grabbing.

Whose attention?

Seven Families Union, Hong Family Stronghold. And the attention of more ordinary persons.

Only with fame can you have the opportunity to rise to the top, and there are many followers. Only have the opportunity to show their talents and be invited and valued by superiors.

This method is called self-recommendation.

Of course, there is also a possibility, that is, the method used by Great Influence to screen folk talents.

But Great Influence got its hands on it, It shouldn’t be so rough.

Wei He suddenly had the urge to practice martial arts every day, then go home and hunt and kill people. Few other entertainment.

Now hearing what the second sister said, he suddenly wanted to see how the second sister normally spends time.

Although there is the Turning Mountain Fist Courtyard nearby to help take care of it. However, it is better to carefully investigate possible hidden dangers.

Thinking of this, he got up and quickly went back to his room, carefully put on his equipment, and then asked his second sister Wei Ying about her usual route.

I finally opened the door and walked away.

Out of the house, he did not go in the direction of Turning Mountain Fist Courtyard, but went to the town market in the opposite direction.

The market in the Stone Bridge area is only open for one hour in the morning. If you don’t go early, things will be sold out soon.

Wei He walked along the street, all the way to the market.

You can see it all the way along the way. The closer you get to the market, the more you can see a lot of men and women in different clothes, carrying all kinds of things, moving towards the market in a hurry. rush.

Some of these people are in ragged clothes, while others are clean and tidy, but the common denominator is that they are not dressed in extravagance.

The best is just a little tidy and a little patched.

Wei He’s neat and tidy sturdy clothing made him stand out in the crowd.

But he didn’t care. Along the way, he never noticed that so many living people could come out of these quiet houses that always looked dilapidated by the roadside.

At first he almost thought there was no one in the outer city.

But the thin and malnourished people who came out now made him feel the unique desolation of this era.

Soon, across a small gray bungalow, there are some stone tablets standing in front of them, with the word “two” written in black on the tablet.

The stone tablet is connected one by one, blocking the large open space behind.

There is only a small entrance, reserved for people to enter and exit.

At the entrance, there is a group of brawny men wearing black clothed guarding, holding short blades in their hands, which is quite intimidating.

“Get in line, enter one by one, don’t crowd!” There were shouts and shouts.

Wei He approached, stood outside the stone tablet, watched the crowd enter little by little, and then started trading in front of the vegetable and meat stalls in the open space.

“Who are these black clothed people?” he asked, grabbing a thin young man.

The man glanced at Wei He and wanted to get angry, but seeing his imposing manner, he had to suppress his anger and whispered.

“He is a hero of Tongcheng Gang. You don’t need money when you go in. When you come out, no matter what you buy, you have to pay them 1/10. This is the rule in this market.”

“One tenth?” Wei He understood.

Release the man, he did not go in, but turned and moved towards the next place.

Every day, Wei Ying first comes here to buy vegetables, then goes to the oil shop to get oil, and occasionally goes to the cloth shop for a walk, and finally goes home to filter the water, cook, wash and clean.

Wei He walked along the street, left the vegetable market, and soon arrived at the oil shop.

There are only two oil shops, and there are many people queuing at the door. The shop only has a small door less than one meter, which can only allow one person to enter and exit.

The clothes and essence, qi, and soul of those who buy oil here are much better than those at the vegetable market just now.

People also have far fewer patches on their clothes.

Wei He turned around, and wherever he went, people bowed their heads and dared not look at him.

In fact, he was 1.85 meters tall, with muscles all over his body, and he killed many people and prey. At first glance, he was not a good person.

So other people don’t even dare to look at him a few more times.

Wei He turned around and moved towards the cloth shop.

Leaving the short street where the oil shop is located, the houses on both sides of the road are slowly cleaned up.

Apparently it’s always cleaned.

Occasionally, some burnt incense heads can be seen on the roadside, stuck in the soil.

Some of the doors also have pictures of new door gods and blessings posted on them, and some even posted couplets written by themselves.

From the oil shop to the cloth shop, the street is not long, but there are still many shops.

This time is when the market is open, and various shops are opening their doors one after another.

This is the first time Wei He has seen such a lively appearance. He usually practiced skin grinding hard in the Turning Mountain Fist Courtyard at this time. Where can I see such a lively scene.

The last time I saw this lively scene was before I practiced martial arts.

Under the novelty of the moment, Wei He looked around, looking at the shops that were still open.

Although I didn’t count them carefully, there were only a dozen or so stores open, but they seemed to be sparse.

But there are so many people coming.

When there are many people, it seems to be lively. From jewelry to bamboo weaving, to chairs to medicine ingredients, to agricultural tools, etc., everything is available.

Wei He just turned around and found that the shops here are all selling some sundries.

It seems to be something that is collected from various people at low prices.

There are traces of life that can be seen on many things.

He moved around and turned around.

There are also stalls next to the shop, which seem to be selling things from their own homes.

There are stalls one by one, covered with large straw mats, with pots and pans, chairs, stools, pillows, quilts, combs, hairpins and so on.

Wei He walked to a booth, stood still, squatted down, reached out and gently picked up a small wine glass.

The wine glass is made of white porcelain and looks very clean, and there is a picture of Hong Mei on the outside.

“A set of twelve wine glasses, take away a pound of miscellaneous grain noodles.” The stall owner said weakly.

Wei He put down his wine glass and glanced at the stall.

Soon, he focused his attention on a mess of books.

The booklet seems to have been devoured by mice or something, which is very disrespectful.

He picked up a copy and flipped through it. It was full of rules and materials for recruiting martial arts champions.

“These books are my father’s collection. There are fifteen books in a pile. Although they are missing, how about your ten catties of multigrain noodles?” .

These books are his most valuable items in this stall. If it wasn’t for that, he simply didn’t want to sell it.

But now the wife and children at home are still waiting for the rice to be put in the pot, and then they are hiding and twisting, I am afraid that and the others will starve to death, these things belong to others as well.

Wei He flipped through the book. Although there is no martial arts teaching in this book, it mentioned some relevant knowledge.

He also bargained with him and exchanged the four small pieces of jerky he carried for such a bag of books.

The four small pieces of jerky are the rations he takes with him for a day to supplement nutrition. Not a staple. Just under half a kilo.

After all, the world is tough, and he has to save some food. But that’s what made the stall owner quite satisfied.

Take these hard jerky back, cut them a little at a time with a knife and mix them into the porridge, which can last a lot of time.

Eating whole grains alone is not enough to satisfy hunger.

(end of this chapter)