The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 1: 1 broken knife

In 404 of the Ming Dynasty, the seventh year of the Qianyuan period.

Qingzhou, Shunde House, Heishan City.

The end of summer is approaching autumn, and although the weather is still hot, it is already somewhat autumnal.

Boom!

The deafening thunder sounded from far to near, trampling on dark clouds, and from the dark horizon to near.

The fine raindrops are connected into a line, from top to bottom, and fall through the air.

From the mountains in the distance, the fields nearby, and finally, the black mountain city surrounded by the gray and white city walls, scattered all over the earth.

wow la la~

The cold spring rain fell from the eaves, slapped on the few bluestone slabs on the street, and shattered the bones.

"It's raining again…"

Yang Yu raised his head slightly, looking at the gloomy sky, not in a good mood.

He was wearing a gray linen shirt with patches and holes, and stepping on a pair of straw sandals. Looking at the pouring rain, he felt a little cold.

On rainy days, don't go out.

This is the common sense of life spread among the residents of the outer city. He has verified it himself, but...

"Ah...Mother-in-law, I'm off to work!"

With a sigh, Yang Yu took off the bamboo hat on the wall and put it on, and was about to go out.

"Son, slow down."

The gray-haired old woman walked out of the house, held his hand distressedly, shoved an egg into his hand, and told him to be careful on the road.

"Mother-in-law..."

Yang Yu knew that he could not quit, so he could only put the egg in his mouth, said something vague, and went out.

It is inevitable that there will be sourness in my heart. I was really not a wealthy family in my previous life, but I have never pushed back and forth because of an egg.

During the year he was adopted, it wasn't that he didn't think about doing something to improve his life, and finally gave up.

In this world, what you want to do is too difficult.

"Yuck~"

In the rain, a stench covered the earthy smell, and entered his nose arrogantly, making his eyelids twitch wildly.

In the six months since he came to this world, what Yang Prison couldn't bear the most was not the lack of electricity, internet, and mobile phones.

It's the people here who don't talk about hygiene.

Defecation is everywhere. It's fine in normal times, but when it rains, it's a disaster.

The heavy rain cleans everything, and can easily wash out the excrement of some people and animals in dark corners.

That scene is simply terrifying!

Of course he doesn't have a fetish for cleanliness, but who can stand it?

"You must move, move!"

Yang Yu gritted his teeth, raised his feet carefully, and tried to walk as high as possible.

There are not many people in Heishan City in the rain. Some people wipe their bodies in the rain, some people wash farm implements, and of course, some people wash manure buckets.

Yang Yu didn't look sideways, he walked timidly through alleys, streets, and squares before he stopped.

The inner city has arrived.

A low but newly renovated city wall separates the inner and outer cities.

Compared with the outer city, the inner city is slightly cleaner, and the facilities such as drainage are also much better. When he got here, his speed was much faster.

After a while, you can see the stone lion of the Yamen from a distance.

The yamen is very old, many places are in disrepair and crumbling, and many places even have weeds.

If it wasn't for the pair of stone lions, when Yang Prison first came here, he hardly recognized that it was a yamen.

Of course, the yamen has money, and there is no shortage of money for maintenance, but who will take out the money to repair the yamen when it can be thrown into his pocket?

Officials don't repair yams, but it's not just Heishancheng that does this.

"Little prison came very early."

Someone greeted him behind him.

Yang Yu turned around, and under the same cloak and hat was the same immature face.

His name is Zhu Shisan, and like Yang Prison, he is a yamen.

"Well, I'm afraid the rain will get heavier and heavier."

Yang Yu said something casually.

"Oh, I really envy you. Just guard the warehouse. We, I'm afraid we will have to patrol the streets..."

Zhu Shisan's face was sad and envious.

"Ha ha."

Yang Prison forced a smile.

They are yamen servants, not officials. It can be said that they are a type of corvée service. They are no different from hard labor and military service. They are real hard work.

A few hundred years ago, not only did they have no wages, but they had to provide their own dry food.

But with this kind of work, if the old man who adopted him was a jailer, he wouldn't be able to get it at all.

Without him, although the yamen is a drudgery, it is possible for him to become a regular.

"Count the days, a new batch of prisoners will be delivered soon, I hope there won't be any murderers..."

Zhu Shisan was a little excited, but also a little worried.

Heishan City is a prison city.

Most of the prisoners in Shunde Mansion will be sent here. After autumn, they will either be executed on the spot, or they will be sent to Qingzhou Prefecture together with prisoners from other houses.

In previous years, there were many murderers who robbed prisons.

Along with danger, it is also their hope of turning right...

"I hope."

Yang Yu sighed blankly.

From a law student who was about to set foot on a university campus, to a refugee, and now a temporary yamen worker, he collapsed.

But he is not without any support.

The 'Ding' that was suspected to have brought him to this world was still sticking to his stomach like a birthmark.

Unfortunately, it is temporarily unavailable.

The two of them chatted a few times. There was another case, someone died, and more people got sick recently. Liansheng's teaching business is not good, and so on.

Mostly Zhu Shisan said, Yang Yu listened quietly.

Not long after, the officials at Dianmao arrived, and after a face-to-face meeting, they went to work on their own.

The yamen's warehouse was very quiet, and after the shift was handed over, Yang Prison completed a day's work in just one hour.

Naturally, the languages of the past and present are different, but mathematics is universal. This guy in the yamen warehouse is of course not a problem for him who is just preparing for the college entrance examination.

After finishing the work, he took out a tightly wrapped small cloth bag from the corner.

Spread out, there is a book and some small stones inside.

'I hope it's worthy of the stones I eat...'

Picking up a stone, Yang Yu sighed in his heart and quickly swallowed it with a blank face.

It wasn't until he felt an almost imperceptible heat flow in his body that he felt a slight shock.

Poor people are rich in martial arts, but people are poor and want to practice martial arts. What should I do?

Eat stones!

As we all know, a small stone contains a lot of inorganic salts, which is an excellent tonic for a poor man.

As long as you eat stones well and fast, you can become a winner in life, a martial arts master is not a dream...

Of course this is impossible. Eating too many stones will only cause the stomach to sag.

Yang Prison has no habit of self-abuse, and the reason why he eats stones as a snack is all because of the cauldron.

The opening of this cauldron requires energy, and the source of this energy is actually limited to 'soil' and 'stone'...

In order to open this cauldron, he has been eating stones for a year...

On the stone, he opened the book on the case,

In this era when most people have never left the world, reading is the only way he can understand the world apart from tavern storytellers.

In the past year, he also borrowed several books and gained a preliminary understanding of this era.

Unfortunately, it wasn't any dynasty he knew well.

"In the 404th year of the Ming Dynasty, the seventh year of the Qianyuan reign, Qingzhou, Shunde House... It's really a completely unfamiliar world!"

With a long sigh, Yang Prison put away the book and prepared to finish the morning's work.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud noise from outside the warehouse, followed by a sound of inhalation and exclamation.

"Are you dead again?"

Yang Yu just closed the book and didn't care.

"Ugh…"

Zhu Shisan, who was clad in robes and soaked all over, had already rushed into the warehouse, complaining about the water in the yamen, but his expression was a little dodgy.

"Who died?"

Yang Prison put away the book and stood up.

"Xiaoyu, you...you have to mourn. Your old man..."

Zhu Shisan lowered his voice and revealed that he couldn't bear it.

"What condolences? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Yu's heart squeaked, and he stood up, flustered for no reason.

I remembered the old jailer who escorted the prisoners to Qingzhou after only one meeting.

He had no father or mother in this life. Fortunately, he was adopted by Grandma Yang. After all, that old man who had never been masked could be regarded as his 'adopted father'?

"Your old man has an accident. I saw someone from your clan come to the yamen before, and I'm afraid that he also got the news of the old man's death...

No, not right. It should be the news of the disappearance..."

Zhu Shisan said in a low voice, a little afraid to look into Yang Yu's eyes.

Missing is equal to death, everyone in the yamen knows that.

The reason why he reported missing is because he needs to be comforted when he dies.

Missing,

unnecessary…

"how come…"

Yang Yu's throat was surging, and his heart was a little blocked.

When I first came to this world, I was in a daze. If this old man hadn't taken in him, I'm afraid that he who became a beggar would have already died, right?

"Humph!"

Outside the warehouse, there was a cold shout, and a middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower stepped into the warehouse and glanced at Zhu Shisan coldly:

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will pull out your tongue!"

"The king catches the head!"

Zhu Shisan was as silent as a cicada, his legs softened a little with fright.

"Take it, this is Lao Yang's knife!"

The middle-aged man who looked like an iron tower raised his hand, and a broken knife with a smell of rust had already reached Yang Yu's hand.

"This knife..."

Taking the knife, Yang Yu's body trembled.

"Lao Yang, he really disappeared."

He said something cold and hard, and he couldn't help sighing when he saw the young man shaking with the knife.

For such a family to lose the pillar, it can be said to be a disaster.

For a while, he couldn't say anything, he could only say, "It's me!", turned around and left.

"Wang Zhaotou walk slowly."