— — This mutation and evolution is estimated to take 360 hours. Handsome and Magnificent Castle Lord, please wait patiently!
Reading this information, Zhang Tie estimated that the time of evolution and mutation might be related to the growth cycle of living beings. It would take potatoes about 2 months to bear fruit while yeast would take 2 weeks.
Through this attempt, Zhang Tie found that when a certain number of living beings mutated and evolved, the maximum amount of aura value, merit value and basic energy storage that they could bear at a single time was limited. For instance, when he pulled the three sliding control bars to the rightmost side, it showed that the maximum amount of aura value, merit value and basic energy storage that it could bear at a single time was 7600, 860 merit value and 340 basic energy storage. These "huge figures" stunned Zhang Tie for quite a while. In the end, Zhang Tie had to calculate carefully and make a small investment that he could barely afford.
After leaving the Castle of Black Iron, Zhang Tie's dad had already returned home. It was already time for supper. Today's supper was especially sumptuous. Ham and beef had already been served on the table. His mom had made a table full of dishes, which made Zhang Tie drool. At the table, his mom kept putting food into Zhang Tie's bowl while his dad constantly warned him about the things that he should pay attention to in the survival training.
"No matter what you do, don't act alone in the wilderness, especially at night, understand?"
Zhang Tie nodded as he ate.
"Also, don't show off …" Mom added.
"Mom, I, your son, have thin arms and legs. Even if I want to show off, there's nothing I can do.
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"Of course, your mom knows that you have nothing to show off. What she means is for you to do things within your means. The wilderness is different from the city. There are many things that can kill you!"
"Got it!" Thinking of his mom's look when she saw the photo of his dead elder brother, Zhang Tie swore that he would come back alive no matter what.
During the whole meal, Zhang Tie's head kept nodding like a chicken eating rice due to the words of his mom and his dad.
…
When the meal was about to be finished, Zhang Tie took out three gold coins from his pocket and put them on his mom's hand. The three shiny, heavy locomotives instantly scared his mom and dad. His elder sister-in-law also widely opened her eyes.
Dad widely opened his eyes. Glancing at the three gold coins, then at Zhang Tie, he picked up a gold coin and looked at it in disbelief. "You … where did you get so much money?"
Zhang Tie said indifferently with a proud expression, "Of course I earned it in the Iron Thorns Fighting Club. There are many rich people there. Sometimes, if I serve them well, they would just give me a gold coin!" Zhang Tie's words were half-true. In the Iron Thorns Fighting Club, there were indeed training partners and other service personnel who often received tips. The tips varied from several silver coins to several gold coins. For example, girls like Mary could receive an astonishing amount of tips every month. Although Zhang Tie had never received any tips or tips, nobody could expose his lie. Even the staff of the fighting club couldn't ask all the guests on the sixth floor who had tipped Zhang Tie.
"But … it's too much!" Mom still couldn't believe it. Three gold coins were almost equivalent to a quarter's salary for Zhang Tie's dad, which was also a large amount of money for his family.
"Mom, even a pair of leather shoes worn by those rich young masters cost more than ten gold coins. Look at the prices of the items on Bright Avenue. Although it's a lot of money for us, it's nothing for them. Otherwise, why do you think so many people like to go to the fighting club? Your son has grown up and can earn more money in the future. During my survival training, dad and mom, you don't need to save money. Buy more delicious and nutritious food for my elder sister-in-law. In the future, my little nephew and niece will grow fat. You should also take good care of yourselves and prepare to enjoy your son's happiness in the future. "
After hearing Zhang Tie's explanation, Zhang Tie's dad and mom finally believed it. They had heard about the affairs in the fighting club more or less and knew that there were indeed many rich people in the fighting club. Those rich people were really extravagant, which couldn't be matched by commoners at home.
Seeing his mom finally putting away the three gold coins, Zhang Tie let out a deep sigh. With this beginning, it would be easier to deal with it. In the future, when he brought back some "tips" from time to time, his dad and mom wouldn't have to worry too much about it. This week, the rice brew business had slowed down, and the amount of money they could use to subsidize their family had decreased. Seeing his elder sister-in-law's belly growing bigger day by day, the family was going to have one more member, and the family's expenses would increase. As a son, Zhang Tie knew better than anyone else how stressed his parents were. Seeing his mom putting away the gold coins and exchanging glances with his dad, Zhang Tie's heart was filled with warmth.
The next day, the whole family became busy. Even the Zhang family's rice brew shop had a day of rest. Everybody was preparing for Zhang Tie's survival training.
A sleeping bag, a set of light protective leather armor, a raincoat, a helmet, an aluminum kettle, a leather belt, a backpack, and a multifunctional military shovel. All of these items were used by Zhang Tie's elder brother, Zhang Yang, when he participated in the survival training. Zhang Tie's mom had carefully put them away. This time, Zhang Tie was going to participate in the survival training, so she took them out of the suitcase and gave them to Zhang Tie. In Zhang Tie's family, many items were passed down from generation to generation. The elder brother would use them, the younger brother would use them, and the younger brother would use them, and the younger brother would use them until they could no longer be used. These things were a little old, but because his mother kept them well, they were all usable when she took them out. These items were prepared by most families in Blackhot City for their children to participate in the survival training.
Zhang Tie's mom put the sleeping bag under the sun for a whole day. After that, she stealthily hid a bag of fried rice in the sleeping bag. Although the amount of food that one could bring to the survival training was limited to five kilograms, many people would secretly hide some. As long as they didn't go too far, the teachers at school would turn a blind eye to it...
Zhang Tie's dad rubbed oil on the leather armor and sharpened the military shovel before leaving to buy four kilograms of compressed biscuits and one kilogram of beef jerky for Zhang Tie...
The elder sister-in-law adjusted the cushion inside the helmet according to the size of Zhang Tie's head, washed the kettle, and prepared a change of clothes and a sewing bag for Zhang Tie...
… …
After being busy for a whole day, the whole family finally prepared everything that Zhang Tie needed for the survival training. The last supper they had before the survival training was still very sumptuous. Zhang Tie's dad and mom were both worried and sentimental. Besides his mom's repeated reminders, they didn't talk much at the dinner table.
Zhang Tie also felt a bit sad. The survival training was not only a test of an adult's ability, but it was also the prelude and prelude for him to leave home and live on his own in the future. The meal was originally good, but in the end, his mom couldn't help but shed tears as she spoke, causing Zhang Tie to lose his appetite.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine!" Zhang Tie could only comfort his mom. Although it was hard for him to understand how a mother would feel when she was arranging the survival equipment for her son, his mom's tears finally revealed the sadness of separation that had been concealed for a long time. As the second son of the family, Zhang Tie actually didn't have much time left in Blackhot City. Hearing his mom's sobs, his dad's eyes also turned red, and so did Zhang Tie's. Thus, the last supper at home ended in a hasty manner.
… …
After the sky turned dark, Zhang Tie found a time to go out. After making several turns on the street, he finally arrived at the entrance of a post office near the most boisterous Citizen Square in the center of Blackhot City. When nobody noticed him, he put an envelope into the mailbox at the entrance of the post office before making a detour back home.
The envelope was brought home by his elder brother. It was the daily necessities of the City Guard Army of Blackhot City. As a soldier, he had to contact his family at some point. Therefore, his elder brother could receive two special envelopes each month, which could be sent out without any stamps. His elder brother had brought back several of these envelopes and sold the remaining ones in the black market. The military envelopes were also in high demand in the black market. Inside the envelope was a hood of a Red-scarf Burglar and a letter written by Zhang Tie using standard printing characters. The letter was directly sent to the headquarters of the Coal, Steel, and Iron Federation of Blackhot City. On the letter, Zhang Tie didn't sign his name. He only wrote one sentence — The Red-scarf Burglars colluded with the Niumuen Business Group and wanted to plot against Blackhot City!
For Zhang Tie, this was already his limit. In this conspiracy, both the Red-scarf Burglars and the Niumuen Business Group were super forces and giants for Zhang Tie and the entire Zhang family. If a small figure got involved in the war between such giants, it would be like an ant getting involved in a fight between a group of elephants. He wouldn't know when he would be trampled to death.
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