Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 74 Lottery: Double Yolks!

Xu Hancheng wore a pleased expression on his face, but secretly sneered in his heart.

Which bureau chief isn't a shrewd and shrewd person?

Sang Liuji was used to being arrogant and domineering. He knew Sang Liuji too well. He could tell from just a glance that this kid was not honest and who knows what he was up to.

"Alright, I have faith in you. Go ahead and get things done as soon as possible so you can report back quickly. The things the commander-in-chief ordered can't be delayed."

"Alright, then I'll head over first, Director!" Sang Liuji left with a beaming smile. Cao Weida, Cao Weida, just wait until I get on Ono-tai-kun's good side, you'll be dealt with!
Cao Wei became his superior, and he had long been unhappy about it. He was petty and resentful, and whenever he got the chance, he would definitely make things difficult for him!
What he didn't see was Xu Hancheng's mocking smile behind him.

Time flies, and a month and a half has passed since the first murder that earned him fishing points.

Cao Weida has been living a very regular life these days.

In the morning, I would clock in, and after that, I would wander around. If any of my 'friends' needed help, I would ask them for assistance, and from time to time, I would help Nao Taniguchi with some supplies.

It seems that he has unlocked his full potential. Ever since he helped Nao Tani sell supplies for the first time, he has been unstoppable. He would secretly contact Cao Weida from time to time to ask him to help sell supplies.

Each shipment is small, and mostly consists of food items such as rice, millet, flour, and canned goods, with a smaller portion being secondhand Hanyang rifles and Type 38 rifles.

Although the amount was small, Cao Wei Da accepted it all without hesitation.

If Zheng Chaoyang wants it, he will give it to Zheng Chaoyang first; if not, he will put it on the black market to sell.

There's still a lot of demand for guns, so there's no worry about them selling.

When the night was dark and the wind was high, I would go and kill those two wicked Japanese devils, traitors, and collaborators.

As the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet." The more Japanese soldiers were killed, the more cunning they became. In addition to the patrols on the surface, they also hid sentries everywhere.

On one occasion, Cao Weida was almost discovered, but luckily he discovered it in advance. Instead of going to find the previously set target, he simply eliminated the sentry and completed his task for the day.

Of course, there are no good results every day. Sometimes I can't get away, and sometimes I can't find the opportunity, so I waste a lot of opportunities to slack off.

But there's nothing we can do about it. No matter how tempting the snacks are, they're not as important as your own life.

[System: The Slacking-Off System.]

[Host: Cao Weida.]

[Slacking off spot: 505.]

[Slacking Points Function: Lottery (50 Lazy Points can be redeemed once, and a guaranteed reward is given after ten consecutive draws.)]

[Current Abilities: Top-tier criminal investigation skills, top-tier physique, and the ability to "skim the surface" (a Chinese idiom meaning to move swiftly and superficially).]

[Supplies:]

"System, draw a prize!"

Seeing the opportunity to do another ten-pull, Cao Weida rubbed his hands excitedly. It used to take him three months to collect enough for a ten-pull, but now with this extra income, he only needed a month and a half. How could he not be happy?

[Thank you for the lucky draw, 50 boxes of penicillin, thank you for the lucky draw, thank you for the lucky draw, 50 silver dollars, 1 jin of Da Hong Pao tea from the mother tree, thank you for the lucky draw.]

"Wow, the original Da Hong Pao tea?!" Cao Weida's eyes lit up. This tea is extremely famous in modern times; the phrase "priceless and unavailable" doesn't even begin to describe how precious Da Hong Pao is.

To put it simply, no matter how much money you have, it's impossible to buy a genuine Da Hong Pao tea from the original mother tree!
Only when you reach a certain level can you be lucky enough to receive a small amount each year.

Later, starting in 2006, the national team stopped harvesting Da Hong Pao tea from the mother trees and kept them for cultivation. In 2007, the last 20 grams of Da Hong Pao tea from the mother trees were collected by the National Museum of China.

To put it simply, if these Da Hong Pao robes were placed in modern times, they would be incredibly high-class.

That's no longer just tea; it's a symbol of status!

Unfortunately, the original Da Hong Pao tea tree is not well-known today, mainly concentrated in Wuyishan and the surrounding areas, and has not become as famous throughout the country as it has in later generations.

Despite this, it did not diminish Cao Wei's high regard for him!
"This pound of Da Hong Pao tea alone is enough to be passed down as a family heirloom!"

Cao Weida carefully placed the Da Hong Pao robe at the very back of the space, his face beaming with joy. He had made a huge profit this time!
With the Da Hong Pao tea as a shining example, everything else, except for the grand prize of fifty penicillin, seemed rather ordinary.

"Today has been a good start, now it's time for the guaranteed big prize!"

"Mommy, Mommy, please~~ May the Jade Emperor bless me, may the Three Pure Ones bless me, Amitabha Buddha~~ Give me a martial arts skill! Activate it for me!"

[A stroke of genius: When you want to do something and need to use your hands, your hand speed becomes unbelievably fast.]

A strange energy appeared out of thin air from his limbs and bones, and then quickly gathered in his hands. Cao Weida felt a tingling sensation, as if he had touched a vibrating rod.

This feeling came and went quickly; in the blink of an eye, the energy vanished just as fast.

"?????"

Cao Weida blinked and stretched his hands. He suddenly had a feeling that if he had an iron rod in his hand right now, he could turn it into a needle.
My lips twitched suddenly. To be honest, although it seems pretty awesome, what use is this thing to me?

Although I feel like it would be pretty exciting to have sex with someone, I already have two wives, and I'm way past the stage of lifting weights!

"Damn it, I'd rather have a fighting ability or a marksmanship ability." Cao Weida was on the verge of tears. Compared to the skills he had been rewarded with before, what he wanted most was a fighting or marksmanship skill, which was exactly what he lacked.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he killed so many Japanese soldiers; he just snapped their necks with a snap of his fingers, seemingly very decisively.
However, such behavior is actually very dangerous. If there are more than two people involved, or if the other party discovers the situation beforehand, then he will have no choice but to run away.

After all, even with top-notch physical attributes, without good skills, one cannot fully utilize the advantages of their body.

If he has fighting or shooting skills, his survivability will be greatly improved.

Just when he was feeling disappointed, a lottery prize suddenly popped up.

[Northern Boxing Master: You have mastered all the Northern boxing styles and integrated them seamlessly; you are ready to establish your own school!]

"What's going on? There's another one?" Cao Weida was a little confused. The next second, he felt a surge of martial arts knowledge pressing into his mind, making him dizzy and disoriented.

After a long while, the swelling finally subsided, and Cao Weida shook his head to come back to his senses.

After examining the extra memories, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Wow~~ Goodness, this is a real prize!" Cao Weida's eyes lit up.

Chinese martial arts are diverse and varied, but broadly speaking, they can be divided into two main types: Southern style and Northern style.

The emergence of a style of boxing is inevitably limited by its environment. Southern boxing and northern boxing differ significantly due to geographical reasons.

The south is characterized by hills and waterways, so ancient warfare mainly involved infantry and short weapons. The martial arts that emerged from this region were more suited to daily self-defense and street fighting, with a style that leaned towards agility and dexterity.

Because the north has many plains, ancient warfare mainly relied on cavalry and long weapons. The martial arts style that emerged there was influenced by the battlefield culture of large-scale, powerful and direct attacks, emphasizing strength and explosiveness, and pursuing a fatal blow.

The martial arts that Cao Wei Da learned were the powerful and comprehensive Northern style of boxing.

These include: Shaolin Five Elements Fist, Shaolin Vajra Fist, Tai Chi, Xingyi Fist, Bagua Fist, Bajiquan, Piguazhang, Fanziquan, etc.

After mastering these martial arts, Cao Weida felt that he could now use various martial arts moves with ease, without being bound by any particular form.

"Seriously, how did I end up with two skills all at once?" Cao Weida looked at the lottery record.

"1.2.3.4.58.910!"

Seeing the exact number of lottery draw records, Cao Weida suddenly realized, "Oh, so it was a double draw! I knew it!"

The lottery system guarantees good items with a 10-pull pity system, but that doesn't mean you can't get good items with regular draws, just that the probability is lower.

"Looks like I'll have to pray to these gods again next time I draw a prize!" Cao Weida's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

Having acquired the skill, he couldn't resist showing it off. Cao Weida aimed at a pavilion pillar in the courtyard and unleashed his martial arts moves.

A Bajiquan "top elbow" strike was launched outwards without any prior preparation.
'Hoo'

The elbow joint created a whirlwind, and before it even touched the pillar, the arm instantly changed its move, transforming into a Tai Chi-style parrying punch that lashed out instantly.

Before the hammer could even land, the move changed again, and a half-step Bengquan (a type of punch) from Xingyi Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts) was instantly unleashed.

Clang~~~
"Cough cough... ptooey ptooey ptooey~~"

Cao Wei Da crawled out of the collapsed pavilion in a disheveled state, but he couldn't stop smiling!

"Hmph hmph hmph~~ Roar roar roar~~ I am invincible!! Hahaha~~"

Looking at his 'masterpiece', Cao Weida put his hands on his hips and burst into laughter.

That pillar was at least ten centimeters thick, but he broke it in half with a single punch. If that had hit a person, wouldn't that punch have sent them flying five meters away?

"What happened?"

The commotion from just now was quite loud. Hearing the noise, Xinghong rushed out anxiously. When she saw Cao Weida's disheveled appearance, she cried out in alarm and hurriedly ran over to help him brush the dust off, her face full of concern.
"Sir, what happened? How did the pavilion suddenly collapse? Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm perfectly fine!" Cao Weida was still in a state of excitement, grinning from ear to ear.

What man doesn't dream of being a martial arts hero? Cao Weida was more excited about gaining martial arts abilities than he had ever drawn any other skill before!
"Master, you're still so happy that the pavilion collapsed?" Xinghong said, both amused and exasperated. She gently wiped Cao Weida's face with a silk handkerchief, looking at the collapsed pavilion with great confusion. "How strange, how could a perfectly good pavilion just collapse like that?"

Cao Wei Da grinned, he himself hadn't expected that a single punch could collapse the pavilion, and he didn't know how to explain it.

"Cough cough, it's probably termites that have eaten it up," Cao Weida said somewhat guiltily.

"Termites?" Xinghong's expression was strange. Putting aside the fact that it wasn't even May yet, and whether there were termites or not was another matter, even if there were termites now, the pavilion would have been eaten by them. But why would it make you so happy?!

"Oh, it was termites. I guess I'll have to go to the pharmacy and get some pesticide powder to sprinkle on it."

A wise woman knows when to play dumb.

Cao Wei Da was somewhat embarrassed. Just then, Zheng Chaoyang's voice came from outside the door: "Master Cao, are you well?"

(End of this chapter)