A new day has arrived.

Dian Wei had a good sleep, got up early, and started a new day step by step.

when!

when!

The golden dice stopped on the ground, and the result was 3 o'clock.

"Start accumulating strength..."

"Charge 0.01%, 0.02%..."

Dian Wei stretched himself, mounted his donkey, and headed to Cangtong Town as usual. He first went to a breakfast stall to have breakfast.

After a while, more people came to have breakfast.

"Last night, there was a fire in Yongningfang, burning half the street."

"Yes, I heard that two gangs were fighting over territory."

"Yes, one is the Black Tiger Gang, and the other is the Iron Hand Gang. The fight was quite fierce, and it seems like some people died."

"I heard six died..."

There was a lot of discussion, and Dian Wei frowned when he heard it. He already knew a lot about Cangtong Town.

There is actually no government office in this town.

Yes, this is a lawless place.

In the town, the four great leaders, Wang, Song, Zheng, and Lu, were extremely powerful, like four mountains pressing down on the heads of the people, but they did not directly rule Cangtong Town.

Disciples trained by the four major masters use their personal strength to recruit people to establish gangs, divide territories, and collect protection fees.

Whoever has a larger territory will have greater power.

As a result, turf grabbing has become a daily routine for major gangs.

Interestingly, the four major coaches never interfere in the fights between gangs. The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, and whoever is more capable becomes the boss.

At first glance, there are many gangs in Cangtong Town, which seems to be a mess.

But the fact is that several larger gangs have stable power among themselves and will not start wars at will. The lives of most people will not be greatly affected.

The upper-level forces are basically solidified.

Those who dare to fight are basically those small gangs, or newly formed gangs. It is just a common thing for them to fight to the death for the protection money of a street or a stall.

This was not the first time that Dian Wei heard about gang fighting. It had nothing to do with him. He was not from the town and would not be involved.

Living in the countryside, there are not so many troubles.

Of course, you can’t get a share of the most fertile land near Cangtong Town.

Like the Erdao Village where Dianwei is located, the soil in the valley is relatively poor, so the crops grown will naturally not grow very well, and the harvest will be less than half of that in fertile soil.

Moreover, when living in remote areas, safety is also a major issue.

After breakfast, Dian Wei went directly to Zheng Mansion.

While he was warming up, a maid sister ran over and called out: "That Dian Wei, Mr. Zheng asked you to come over."

Dian Wei was startled.

Old Man Zheng is usually very lazy. Except for giving guidance to a few apprentices with high levels of cultivation, he usually doesn't pay attention to other people.

For apprentices like Dian Wei who were still in the stage of practicing basic skills, Old Man Zheng handed it over to Sun Shan to teach him. He didn't bother to take a second look.

Dian Wei was very suspicious.

For no reason, why is Old Man Zheng looking for me?

Dian Wei couldn't help but think of another thing. The Earth God asked him to bring a message to Zheng Mao, but he hasn't said it until now.

There is a reason for not saying it.

Because he can see the "Yin Shen", which is not something ordinary people can do, that is to say, he may be an alien.

This, if exposed, may lead to unimaginable consequences.

What if someone treats him as a guinea pig and studies it?

In short, Dian Wei doesn't want people to know that he can see the underworld, so pretending to be ordinary is the safest way to survive.

"Sister, what does Mr. Zheng want from me?" Dian Wei asked quickly.

"How do I know? You can ask yourself." The maid turned away. She didn't know whether she didn't want to say anything or she really didn't know.

Dian Wei wiped his sweat, straightened his coarse linen clothes, and then came to the main room.

Looking around, I found that Old Man Zheng was receiving guests.

The guest is a middle-aged man, wearing a simple Confucian robe, elegant and elegant, he seems to be a scholar.

Dian Wei stepped forward and saluted: "Mr. Zheng, this disciple is here."

Old Man Zheng turned his head to look at him and said with a smile: "Dianwei, are you literate and how are you writing?"

Ask me about calligraphy?

Dian Wei was a little confused. All the people in this world used ancient Chinese. It would be good if he could barely recognize it. How could he write it?

He replied: "It's just so so, I can't write many words yet."

After hearing this, Old Man Zheng turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man. The latter smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. If you don't know how to write, you can practice. I can teach him."

Mr. Zheng nodded and said to Dianwei: "This is my friend, his surname is Qin Mingming, and he is known as Mr. Qin. He is short of a book boy. I want to arrange for you to go there. You can make money, how about it?"

Dian Wei didn't want to be a book boy for others, so he continued: "I am dedicated to practicing martial arts, and living in the countryside may not be convenient."

"Don't worry, it won't delay your martial arts practice."

Mr. Qin smiled warmly and said, "You come to my house at midnight every day and take care of your dinner. If you want to stay overnight, you can also provide food and accommodation. In addition, how about I give you another two taels of silver every month?"

When Dian Wei heard that the conditions were quite good, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What exactly do you do?"

Mr. Qin: "My hands are not very convenient, so I need someone to help me write letters, copy documents, etc."

Dian Wei glanced at Mr. Qin's hand, and when he saw it, he actually couldn't find where Mr. Qin's hand was.

Taking a closer look, Dian Wei was shocked.

Mr. Qin's two long sleeves were empty, and his arms were actually missing!

Dian Wei quickly understood and nodded: "Disciple is willing."

"Very good, you can come over tonight." Mr. Qin looked quite satisfied and left his address.

Dian Wei wrote it down and then returned to the yard to practice.

"Junior Brother Dianwei, who is that guest and why did you be asked to come over?" Sun Shan and several other people came over and asked with curiosity on their faces.

Dian Wei said it.

There was no mention of two taels of silver, nor of food, food or accommodation.

But unexpectedly, no one knew Mr. Qin, and no one had even heard of him.

"I can also write, why didn't Mr. Zheng come to me?" A young man said sourly when he heard this.

"Maybe it's because you are ugly." Sun Shan ridiculed, making everyone burst into laughter.

Everyone quickly lost interest in this matter and practiced martial arts separately.

It’s time to apply.

Dian Wei followed the address to a large courtyard and looked up at the gate.

The word "Qin Mansion" is particularly eye-catching.

Dian Wei knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

The concierge was a strong man with a large black mole on his left cheek and one eye that was pale and lifeless, as if he was blind.

Dian Wei reported his family status.

"So you are sir's book boy, please come in." A smile appeared on the concierge's face and he let Dian Wei in.

Dian Wei walked in and took a quick look, only to realize that the Qin Mansion was very large, with bluestone floors, numerous pavilions, corridors, waterside pavilions, and carved beams and painted buildings. It looked like a mansion.

"No worse than Zheng Mansion."

Dian Wei guessed that Mr. Qin's status was extraordinary, and being a friend of Old Man Zheng was not an easy task in itself.
Chapter completed!