Wu Ming carefully looked at the silver Thale in his hand.
The silver coin had a luster to it, and because it had been improperly kept for a while, it was covered with a layer of black dirt. There were also traces of scissors at the edges, making it look uneven.
In the middle of the silver coin, there was a portrait of Thale the Conqueror. He had once unified the entire Wind Firefly Plains and expanded outwards to build a kingdom. He was the purest of blue blood.
This was also the largest unit of currency that William could have.
As for the Jin Delong above it, he probably only dared to dream about it.
"I guess I can be considered to have four bare walls …"
Wu Ming looked around and sighed speechlessly.
Unknowingly, it was already late at night.
A black shadow ran out of William's small wooden house, nimbly avoiding the watchtower and slipping out of the town from a corner.
"Hunting is so troublesome, it's really …"
Wu Ming thought helplessly as he ran in the shadows.
He was still a normal person, and he needed salt and herbs. He could not live a life of eating raw meat.
But it was not easy to stand out in a small town, even if it was just a little bit out of line.
The tax officer who waved the tax bill would teach you to be a new person in minutes.
Even if it was hunting, he could come up with a reason to collect a bunch of hunter tax, slaughter tax, and so on. For an official, this was almost instinctive, because most of the income would go into his own pocket.
As for the law?
Sorry! In the entire baron's territory, apart from the free people's farmland, everything else belonged to the baron. It was the same for the farmland, the forest, and the game!
The baron's words were the law! As a tax officer, he had the right to interpret the law at will!
How would the commoners who did not even know how to read have the guts to go against the officials?
In a situation where the classes were not equal, even if they grasped the truth, so what?
Take Lorian for example, even if he randomly hunted some game, the sheriff and tax officer would pretend that they saw nothing. But William could not!
The more ignorant and backward the world was, the more terrifying the restrictions on the lower classes!
In the eyes of the 'lords' in the baron's territory, they could not wait for all the people to become serfs and animals that only knew how to work.
"My identity is a little sensitive right now … I don't have any backing, so it's better to keep a low profile …"
After walking for half an hour, Wu Ming finally arrived at his destination, a dense jungle.
There were usually some small animals here, and it was a haven for hunters in the town. Of course, it was very dangerous to go deeper, and they might encounter barbarians and cannibals.
"The path of commoners in this world is too narrow. They must become nobles! Only then will I have the opportunity to realize my ambitions! "
Wu Ming's eyes flickered. "Of course … this path is also very difficult. First, one must master power! The most basic thing was to take good care of this body! This means that we have to eat salt and meat! "
The salt used by the commoners in this world was really not worth mentioning. Wu Ming could only buy it and purify it himself for his own consumption.
As for selling it? Patent? Profiteering?
That was really thinking too much. Before becoming an aristocrat and having his own territory, Wu Ming would not have this idea at all.
If he could seize the opportunity and offer this small technology to a noble like a baron, he would already feel that it was quite worthwhile.
Gugu! Gugu!
The jungle was quite quiet at night. The breeze brought the smell of grass and the cries of unknown birds.
Wu Ming focused all his attention on his five senses. The keen perception brought by the Truesoul made his ability in this aspect extremely outstanding. Even some excellent scouts and rogues could not compare.
His footsteps were soft and did not make a single sound. Most of his body was hidden in the darkness, as if he was sneaking.
Pa!
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, and a simple slingshot in his hand instantly fired. A stone whistled into the grass, causing a scream.
"Grey-feathered turtledove?"
He turned over the grass and saw a bird that looked like a pigeon. It was covered in gray feathers, and its back and neck were tinged with blue. There was a circle of feathers around it.
"There's something …"
Wu Ming looked at the jungle as if he was looking at an unexplored treasure.
Half an hour later, by the stream.
A pile of gray feathers and innards was collected and carefully buried.
The original turtledoves were washed and peeled, wrapped in a layer of leaves, smeared with mud, and slowly simmered in the fire.
This was the cooking method of beggar's chicken. It was perfect for emergencies when there was no pot.
After the meat was cooked, Wu Ming opened the fire, took out six or seven mud balls, and smashed open the shell. A layer of meat fragrance immediately spread, making people drool.
"Not bad …"
Although the seasoning was only salt, the taste was still very delicious, smooth but not greasy. With a gentle shake, the bird meat and the skeleton separated naturally, with a strange fragrance.
After eating five or six turtledoves in a row, Wu Ming got up, touched his belly, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
"The previous William was poor and did not even eat meat. Although he had built up a body of muscle from farming, it was obtained by consuming potential and life. Now it's time to slowly nourish himself …"
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he began to collect various plant and animal specimens in the jungle.
As a Divine Immortal and a master of alchemy, simple medicine mixing was naturally not a problem for him. As long as he was familiar with the medicinal properties of this universe, he could naturally mix the most basic medicine.
At the thought of the treatment methods of the doctor in the small town, who was a scholar, Wu Ming shuddered.
The doctor in William's mind only knew four treatment methods: vomiting, diarrhea, bleeding, and using the Devil Flower to anesthetize …
One could imagine what a scam it was!
Basically, even the other people in the small town, when they encountered diseases, would mostly fight it by themselves. Of course, Wu Ming guessed that there was another reason, and that was that they did not have enough money …
"Start from the beginning, from the most basic, and understand the rules of this universe …"
"Also, train this body well, and at the same time look for extraordinary power, which is clues to the rules of this universe …"
Wu Ming silently made plans for himself for the future.
Anyway, his main body had a long lifespan, and this was not a matter of urgency. He could plan it slowly.
…
Spring passed, and autumn came.
Soon, a few months had passed.
Outside the small town, large tracts of oats were harvested. The golden ears of wheat were blown by a gentle breeze, like waves spreading, bringing the joy of harvest.
At this time, the only mill in the small town would start working day and night, and the town's tax officer would meticulously keep an eye on it.
He was collecting mill tax. According to the territory's laws, every time a citizen used the mill once, one-tenth of the wheat flour would go into the Baron's pocket as tax. This was a very large source of income.
The usually quiet mill was now bustling with noise and excitement.
In William's memory, this was the best place for wild couples to have an affair when they were idle. Who knew how many boys and girls had become men and women here.
Of course, at this time, Wu Ming would not consider this at all.
After keeping his harvest, he pulled out the broken iron sword in front of his small house and began to train meticulously.
"Forward stab!"
"Heavy hack!"
"Spin!"
"Block!"
…
He was sweating like rain. Every day, he ate a full meal, and a large amount of nutrition piled up, making him taller and taller. His muscles were strong, and his eyes were bright. It was not the kind of strength that came from overdrafting his vitality, but from his bones.
William, who was full of masculine charm, naturally attracted a lot of attention.
At least, Wu Ming felt that when he walked on the street, he received more "attention". Sophia from Aunt Roja's house often found an excuse to come to his place.
"Hey! William! "
Just as Wu Ming finished practicing a set of swordsmanship that he had modified, two teenagers came over excitedly to greet him, and even clapped involuntarily.
"So powerful … Can I touch it?"
A boy with a freckled face and dusty body swallowed his saliva, looking at the broken sword in Wu Ming's hand, and said excitedly.
"Of course, little Awa, but you have to be careful, it is very heavy and very sharp. If you are not careful, you will hurt someone!"
Wu Ming handed the hilt of the sword to Awa, and the other boy's face immediately showed an envious look.
"Well, little Alan, if you like it, you can also try it …"
He touched Alan's small head, and looked at the two excitedly playing, and then turned in another direction, "Good day, Instructor Lorian!"
His real guest was standing outside the fence, and there was a look of amazement on his face, "William … Your swordsmanship …"
Wu Ming scratched his head, "This is something that I found out myself, what do you think, instructor?"
At this time, he was like an uncomfortable young man.
"Very good … Very good …"
Lorian was speechless.
Although the key to Wu Ming's swordsmanship was to coordinate his breathing, and to explore and train his whole body's muscles, the few ways to exert force were also incomparably perfect, and the experienced Lorian was amazed.
"You have the talent of a warrior!"
He said approvingly, "I just need an opportunity! It's coming! "
"I'll treat instructor to a drink!"
Wu Ming smiled, and both of them knew what the other was talking about.
A moment later, in Aunt Roja's hotel, Wu Ming ordered beer and barbecue, and sat opposite to Lorian, eating and drinking slowly.
Even if he didn't show off his wealth, if he did it once or twice, and the one he invited was Lorian, no one would suspect anything.
"Sorry …"
Lorian was the first to speak.
"If it's about the last time, then you don't have to be like this … After all, the end of the war is a good thing for us!"
Wu Ming laughed.
This was naturally referring to the aftermath of the last war.
Viscount Garcia was a wise and brave noble, and he had already tested the bottom line of the Wind Firefly Plains, so he didn't increase the war, but wisely chose to be modest.
The war couldn't start, and a large number of prisoners of war were released after receiving the ransom, so Lorian's promise, which wasn't really a promise, naturally fell through.
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