My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 10 Recipe
Chen Mu sat on a bamboo stool beside the well.

Soak a towel in cool well water and apply it to your arms as an ice pack.

My arms were sore and achy from training too intensely the first time.

He dared not continue practicing. The medical level in this ancient world was not high; if he really ruined himself through practice, it would not be easy to cure him.

The icy well water stung his skin, and Chen Mu shivered, his mind involuntarily turning to the Wang family.

When I visited yesterday, I was still marveling at the Wang family's wealth and vast fortune.

Unexpectedly, his direct blood relatives vanished overnight.

Who knows where these ruthless bandits came from to wipe out the entire Wang family so silently?

"He must be someone like Constable Lu, someone who can move swiftly and freely."

If someone with my small arms and legs were to get hit, I probably wouldn't even know how I died.

"I must find a way to learn martial arts." Chen Mu made up his mind: "Make money first. With money, everything will be easier."

"It's a pity that money isn't easy to earn." Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.

After a month and a half of seclusion, I finally mastered a second-level drawing skill.

I thought I could turn my life around. But on the very first day, I was targeted by the illustrator Yan.

I just want to earn some money honestly, why is it so difficult?

That artist Yan is despicable; he actually wanted to have my hands crippled.

Although the Wang family massacre caused some trouble for Miaohuafang.

But it's hard to say how effective it will be.

"This is the best we can do," Chen Mu sighed.

He was just a poor scholar with no relatives or friends, so how could he dare to go against a local tyrant like Painter Yan?

"I can't go to Anlefang now," Chen Mu thought with frustration.

We need to think of another way to make money.

……

The county government office of Qingshan County.

Painter Yan walked out of the county government office with a livid face.

I feel bad about the hundred taels of silver I just lost.

I don't know what got into the county magistrate. How could an old man like me, who can't even kill a chicken, possibly wipe out the entire Wang family?

"How long can this greedy and insatiable person be so rampant!" Painter Yan said angrily.

"Keep your voice down, Mr. Yan!" A middle-aged man next to him immediately whispered, "This is the entrance to the government office."

"If he dares to do it, why would he be afraid of what I say!"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid they'll seize on this as leverage and try to extort money from us again."

Yan, the painter, immediately turned red with embarrassment.

These greedy yamen runners are really capable of doing such things.

The painter Yan snorted coldly and strode away with his head down.

The middle-aged man could only shake his head and smile bitterly as he followed.

"The Wang family, such a large clan, was massacred overnight. Such a huge case has far-reaching implications. We can consider it a loss to avoid further trouble if we can sever ties with this case," the middle-aged man comforted him.

Only then did the painter Yan nod, accepting his bad luck.

I don't know how a family annihilation case got involved with these artists.

Techniques for removing paint? Who knows!

The more Yan the painter thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

If he finds out who's behind this, he'll make them pay!

The two chatted for a while about the Wang family massacre, speculating about which ruthless bandit was responsible. They wondered how, with so many guards protecting the Wang family, they could have been so easily defeated.

The city lights are just coming on. If it were before, the painter Yan would definitely have gone to Anlefang to have some fun.

I lost a hundred taels of silver today, and my heart is bleeding. I pinched the remaining loose silver in my sleeve; I had no desire to have fun.

After parting ways with the middle-aged man, the painter Yan strolled home in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Just as he turned into a street corner, a burlap sack fell from the sky and immediately covered him.

Before he could even open his mouth to beg for mercy or cry for help...

Uh...

A sound like a wooden stick cutting through the air came from behind.

bang bang bang...

ooh ooh...

Before he could even struggle, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Dongshi, the vegetable market.

"Zheng Tu, give me ten catties of pork belly and a piece of cured ham," Chen Mu said, standing in front of a butcher shop.

"Scholar, you've struck it rich, haven't you?" Zheng Tu's fat face jiggled as he cut meat and said with a grin.

"I can't compare to you, Zheng Tu. I just made a small profit, enough to barely afford meat," Chen Mu said with a smile, in a rather cheerful mood.

His arms ached, making it impossible for him to continue practicing the Flying Locust Stone technique. With nothing to do, he wandered around the vicinity of the government office, hoping to see if the painters from the Wonderful Painting Workshop had truly been arrested.

Then we saw the figure of painter Yan.

Chen Mu felt that it was better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester, so he thought of following the other person and having a private talk with them.

I finally managed to reach level two in drawing ability, I can't let it go to waste.

If we have a good chat, we might even make a fortune together.

After all, it's perfectly normal to join a fight if you can't win.

But no one knows who threw a tattered sack at the street corner, and there were a few scattered pieces of thick firewood on the ground.

Watching Yan the painter's retreating figure, Chen Mu felt that he should give his old friend a surprise when they met.

So he picked up the sack, grabbed the stick, and silently walked forward...

……

In the days that followed, the atmosphere in Qingshan County became noticeably tense.

The lazy yamen runners spent their days patrolling and visiting people on the streets.

A large number of thugs were thrown into jail in order to obtain a clue about the massacre of the Wang family.

Clearly, County Magistrate Du was getting anxious.

At times like these, Chen Mu dared not wander outside and had no choice but to stay indoors.

He ate meat every day and practiced flying locust stones diligently.

With the silver coins given as a return gift by the painter Yan, even eating meat every day would be enough to sustain their energy needs.

As your proficiency with Flying Locust Stone increases.

Chen Mu noticed that not only was his throwing accuracy improving, but the force was also gradually increasing.

The most obvious change is that you can see clear muscle lines on his arms!
He used to be skinny, but now he's gained muscle!
"Improving proficiency isn't just about improving skills!" Chen Mu said with a delighted expression, rubbing his hard forearm muscles.

With a thought, the gray wall appeared.

Writing: 1043/10000/Second order;

Drawing: 157/10000/Second order;

Throw: 3229/10000/Tier 1;
"This is only the first stage. If we reach the second stage, where a qualitative change occurs..."

Chen Mu's heart immediately burned with excitement.

I underestimated the gray walls!
The visible increase in his power made him addicted to practicing martial arts every day, unable to stop.

Until someone knocked on his door.

"Officer Lu?!" Chen Mu's scalp tingled. Why are they targeting me again?

They're not really going to make me a scapegoat, are they?

"The county government has found clues about the thieves and wants you to draw their portraits," Officer Lu explained with a smile.

Chen Mu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around, closed and locked the door, and followed Constable Lu toward the county government office.

"Officer Lu, how did the county government find the thief?" Chen Mu asked curiously.

Officer Lu gave Chen Mu a strange look: "I must thank you for the reminder, Young Master Chen."

"The Magic Painting Workshop provided the formula for a potion to remove the paint. This allowed us to locate the pharmacies in the city, which led us to the thugs."

At the time, he thought Chen Mu was using the government to retaliate against Miaohuafang.

Surprisingly, Miaohuafang actually provided a crucial clue.

Officer Lu felt a little guilty, realizing he had wronged an innocent person.

Chen Mu was stunned.

Does Miao Hua Fang really have a recipe?!

I just wanted to annoy them!

How did it become a crucial clue?!
He immediately thought of another crucial question.

Since the recipe provided by Miaohuafang is effective, it means that the recipe is genuine.

So, is the other party's recipe the same as your own?
With his proficiency in gray walls, he can even steal other people's recipes?!

(End of this chapter)