Creation Color Master

Chu Mo watched Bai Xiaofei leave. Just when Bai Xiaofei reached out to take the money, Chu Mo noticed that there was a thick callus on the base of his hand.

It is very strange for a Confucian scholar to have calluses on this place, because usually only people who hold knives or swords for a long time will have such calluses.

As a Confucian scholar, Chu Mo guessed that he should have been practicing swordsmanship, because there are also Confucian gentlemen who carry swords.

However, he has only reached the first level of Soul Condensation. At such a young age, his talent for cultivation can be considered top-notch, but he is not a swordsman after all. Why does he attach so much importance to swordsmanship?

Just as Chu Mo was staring at the door and thinking, Sun Yong came in front of Chu Mo and interrupted his thoughts.

"This child also had a miserable life. His parents died when he was born. Fortunately, a teacher in the city did not want to see him die young, so he took him home."

"He gradually raised the child with his skills in teaching and writing. The child was well-behaved and sensible, and their relationship was even better than that of father and son. However, the teacher died unexpectedly later, and the child became an orphan again."

Sun Yong spoke slowly.

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Chu Mo's face, because when he heard the word "accident" just now, he felt that things should not be that simple.

So he asked curiously, "Brother Sun, can you tell me in detail what happened to this teacher?"

Sun Yong glanced at Chu Mo and said slowly, "Originally, I shouldn't gossip about someone behind their back, but this matter is not really a secret. There's no one in the store at this time, so I'll just tell you briefly."

Hearing this, Chu Mo smiled.

"This teacher didn't have much talent, but his family was well-off, with several acres of good farmland and property. The two of them lived a very enjoyable life, but this also aroused the greed of others."

Chu Mo understood clearly that the Xiayang Dynasty divided land into three categories. The best category was land with fertile soil, sufficient sunlight, and abundant water resources. This kind of land had a high yield of crops.

Medium is normal land, with average yields of crops grown on it. This is also the grade of land owned by most people.

The inferior land is some wasteland, mostly distributed in mountains, hills, high mountains and other places, where the yield of crops grown is low.

Chu Mo thought briefly and soon turned his attention back to Sun Yong.

"Xu Damao, who lives in the east of the city, is a scoundrel. He is notorious in the city because his family has some assets. He has long been greedy for the teacher's prime land."

"He was drunk once, and in front of everyone in the restaurant, he threatened to get the land deed in a while. Many people heard about this."

"After a period of time, the prime land was indeed transferred to his name. After that, the teacher died of illness. Rumor has it that he died of anger because his property was taken away."

"Because Xu Damao has had close contacts with people in the government office in recent years, no one discusses this matter openly, but everyone knows that the teacher died at his hands."

Listening to Sun Yong's story, Chu Mo couldn't help but interrupt and ask, "Could it be that the teacher just died in such an unclear way, and no one spoke up for him?"

Sun Yong looked at Chu Mo deeply, with a complicated look in his eyes, and then said meaningfully: "Brother Chu, you should know that since ancient times, there has never been a case of people fighting against officials. Knowing that he is colluding with the government, who would dare to offend Xu Damao for a dead person?"

"But there really is one, and that is Bai Xiaofei who just left. At such a young age, he filed a lawsuit against Xu Damao in the government office. This incident alarmed the people in the city and caused a sensation in the city."

"Later, perhaps under pressure, Xu Damao transferred a courtyard to Bai Xiaofei so that Bai Xiaofei would not end up homeless. In fact, his real purpose was to silence Youyou."

As Sun Yong continued to narrate the story, the whole story became clear.

Just when Chu Mo was about to ask again, a voice calling for the purchase of tea came from the side.

"Okay, the guests are here. I have to go make some tea. We can talk about this later when we have time."

After saying that, he hurried straight to the stove.

Chu Mo's eyes flickered. He finally understood why Bai Xiaofei, a Confucian scholar, had to practice swordsmanship so hard.

After leaving the tea shop, Bai Xiaofei did not rush back, but turned and went to a blacksmith shop in the west of the city.

I saw a muscular man with a naked upper body, hammering something with a hammer.

The red flames behind him illuminated the blacksmith's naked upper body.

"Uncle Tieniu, I wonder if the iron sword I customized is finished yet. I am here to pick it up today."

The sturdy man raised his head, put the hammer aside, and said, "Xiao Fei, you came quite early today. I just came out of Old Sun's house where he sells tea."

Bai Xiaofei smiled and said, "I still can't hide it from Uncle Tieniu, that's right."

"I wonder how my sword is going. Is it finished?"

Tie Niu walked to the side, took out a long object wrapped in cloth from under a board, and threw it to Bai Xiaofei at the door.

Bai Xiaofei took it but didn't open it to check. He placed the price they had agreed on on the table and then clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Uncle Tieniu. But please don't tell anyone else about my sword forging. Keep it a secret for me."

Tie Niu said with a smile: "I know about this, but you must be careful when walking around with this sword. Sometimes weapons cannot represent strength. You must learn to show weakness. Saving your life is the most important thing."

Bai Xiaofei felt warm in his heart at Tie Niu's advice. Although the purpose of his sword-forging was not as he said, to travel the world with his sword, Bai Xiaofei chose to come here to forge the sword because he trusted him.

Bai Xiaofei nodded to Tie Niu's instructions and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Tie Niu. I will be more careful. I won't bother you anymore. I'm leaving now."

Tie Niu was just about to remind Bai Xiaofei to check whether he was satisfied with the sword he had forged, but he found that Bai Xiaofei had already left.

Chu Mo was busy in the tea shop all day. It was an exceptionally fulfilling day. There was an endless stream of people coming to buy tea.

Moreover, Chu Mo also discovered that Sun Yong's son, Sun Zifeng, was quite talented in tea. At a young age, he learned Sun Yong's tea-frying technique very vividly, and his two little hands gestured in the air.

This made Chu Mo's eyes light up, because he remembered what an ancient person had entrusted him with. He still needed to observe and test whether he could succeed.

So, after dinner, Chu Mo started chatting with Sun Zifeng. During the chat, he asked about teaching and literacy, and Chu Mo conducted a simple investigation.

The result made Chu Mo very satisfied.

Late at night, Chu Mo was sitting on the quilt, concentrating on making a leather puppet.

Under the candlelight, Yao Guangxiao was holding a brush and copying a book.

Chu Mo's hands flew up and down, and soon a leather puppet dressed as a scholar was made.

Name: Ji Kang

Weapons: Tianxin Scroll, Miaoyinqin

Practice: "Qu Le Tian Xin Confucian Classic"

Faction: Human (Confucianism)

Potential: Kaiwen Palace

Cultivation: Peak of the Second Level of Body-Replenishing Stage

Introduction: Ji Kang, also known as Shuye, was a famous writer, thinker and musician during the Three Kingdoms period. He was known as "Ji Zhongsan". He was familiar with classics and music, opposed the orthodox teachings, and advocated Laozi and Zhuangzi. He was known as the "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove" together with Ruan Ji, Shan Tao, Xiang Xiu, Liu Ling and others.

Ji Kang had served as the mayor of Xunyang and Zhongsan Daifu. After the Sima family came to power, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and refused to take up an official position. Later, he was framed by Zhong Hui and executed by the powerful general Sima Zhao.