After Li Min's ghost life, the laborers hurriedly transported the goods to the underworld and returned home.

Qingni Lane and the slums in Li Town, most of the people living here are laborers on the wharf, so everyone is very familiar with it.

It was dawn and many people had already started to move. When they saw Shi Liang's back, they started to whisper.

"Have you heard that Li Min died of being possessed by a hungry ghost."

"It's really unlucky. I don't know how Aunt Li's orphan and widowed mother can survive."

"It's a pity that Shi Liang is. It is said that he has bad relationships with Master Shi. I also plan to become a rookie and take care of the dead ghost in my family."

"He is not enlightened? How could he get rid of Mr. Shi's relationship?"

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The low and low alleys are lined with earthen houses made of yellow mud, because in recent plum rain seasons, there is a strong tide smell in the air.

Shi Liang's home is at the end of Qingni Lane.

At the end of the alley, there are two broken-wall kilns.

Shi Liang walked to the door and knocked on the wooden door.

"Dongdong!"

A crisp sound came from inside.

"Here you come."

With a creaking sound, the wooden door opened and it was a woman of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The woman was wearing a simple dress and a pair of embroidered cotton shoes on her feet. Her facial features were three-dimensional. Although it was not as beautiful as the national beauty, it was also very attractive. However, her body bones looked a little thin, and the rosy touch on her lips looked eye-catching and prominent on her slightly pale face.

This woman is nothing else, she is Shi Liang's wife Zhao Qingmei.

Shi Liang's father was originally from Xiahong Township, Li Town, and he had some prestige in Xiahong Township. Later, due to inexplicable reasons, Tianxuan Prefecture had heavy rains for dozens of days, destroying the Qinghe embankment and causing a heavy flood.

After that flood, corpses floated all over the world and moaned thousands of miles away.

Then there were epidemics everywhere. Six townships and thirty-one villages around Li Town had twelve villages empty. If the imperial court had not sent official doctors, I would have known how many people would have died.

Shi Liang and Zhao Qingmei's parents died in this disaster. At that time, one was fourteen years old and the other was three years old.

The boy and girl were lonely and helpless. Later, they grew up a little and formed in-laws with the help of elders in the village.

The two of them survived like fish in the dry lake.

Zhao Qingmei raised her sleeves and tried to tiptoe to wipe away the sweat or dirty water from Shi Liang's face.

Shi Liang looked at the woman in front of him and smiled without saying anything.

If the only thing that makes him feel close during this period of time is the woman in front of him.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat mushrooms a few days ago? Today I got up early and stewed mushroom soup."

After wiping the sweat, Zhao Qingmei went to the kitchen and brought out mushroom soup.

Small green onions floated in the shabby jar, and the rich and fresh smell was almost overflowing.

"You can drink some too."

Shi Liang saw that Zhao Qingmei had only taken one bowl, and walked towards the kitchen and took another bowl.

Zhao Qingmei stopped Shi Liang, "The workshop manages breakfast, I don't need it."

In order to subsidize the household income, Zhao Qingmei would go to the workshop to help with servants during the day, and when she came back at night, she would weave brocade.

"It's boring to drink alone, I want you to drink with me."

Shi Liang's tone was unstoppable and he served a bowl of mushroom soup.

"All right."

When Zhao Qingmei heard this, she felt warm and no longer refused.

Looking at the fragrant soup in front of her, somehow she remembered the scene where two people shared a bowl of white rice porridge under the flood that year.

It has been two years since we calculated the time.

Shi Liang felt hungry in his stomach, so he drank a bowl of mushroom soup in just a few gulps.

"I will cook pork for you in a few days."

Seeing Shi Liang like this, Zhao Qingmei was both happy and distressed.

Must be very tired.

The labor force of the wharf is so tiring. Few young people will do such chores. Only when they are old and have no choice but to go to the wharf.

"Have you told Uncle Zisheng?" Zhao Qingmei asked nervously, pursing her lips.

"I haven't said it yet."

Shi Liang shook his head.

Zhao Qingmei didn't know that Shi Zisheng refused to recommend Shi Liang at this time, and he didn't want to say much.

"How about I go and talk to Uncle Zisheng, after all, they are all the same tribe."

When Zhao Qingmei heard this, she thought Shi Liang could not speak, after all, she had no contact with the same tribe for so many years.

Shi Liang took a sip of the soup, "No need, I will tell him tomorrow, don't worry."

Zhao Qingmei grabbed Shi Liang's hand with a hint of expectation in her eyes, "You must talk about it tomorrow. There are still fifty taels of silver in the jar, which can be used as long as possible. If it is not enough, I can borrow it..."

Her voice trembled a little because Zhao Qingmei understood the importance of this rookie to Shi Liang too much.

"Don't worry, I know what to say."

Shi Liang patted Zhao Qingmei's back of her hand.

"Okay, then I'll go to the workshop first."

Zhao Qingmei nodded with confidence, then packed the bowls and chopsticks before leaving.

"I don't know what's going on."

Shi Liang took out a gray book from his arms.

The book has a soft texture, like a girl's flesh. There is no word on the cover, only a burning flame.

The flame seemed to be true, and even green flames could be seen in Shi Liang's pupils.

He bought this book on Antique Street. When he bought it, there was no word inside. He thought it was an ancient book, but he never thought it had changed now.

When you open the first page, you can clearly see sixteen words.

"Heaven and earth are together, and all kinds of changes are changing. The six cycles of reincarnation are finally the way back."

The words on the book are printed in your eyes, which are extremely mysterious.

Continue to open and arrive at the second page.

"Young man is poor and has been living in a century of floods. Now he has worked for two years and his life is poor and humble."

"Wow!"

There were lights and a green seedling appeared on the book.

The fate of seedlings is the fate of most people in the world.

"I am mediocre, poor and humble, and I met a good man by chance, and I was harmonious inside, but my future was uncertain and I was slim."

When the third page opened, there were a few words. Then a white airflow as big as a chopstick appeared in the book, but it changed soon.

"The relationship within the clan is weak and he has lost the opportunity to be a rookie in the Cao Gang."

I saw that the white airflow was extremely weak and turned into the size of a needle.

This is his luck, because he has not received a recommendation, his luck has been greatly reduced.

Shi Liang waited until the font no longer appeared and turned to the fourth page.

"On the fourth day of the fifth month of the Tianhong period, he assisted the minor official of the Sanfu Yinsi, Chengran, to kill the hungry ghost (little ghost), and to obtain two pairs of Yinde."

"Yinde: two pairs."

"Can this Yin De improve his cultivation?"

Shi Liang stared at the word Yinde in the book, and then two pinnacles of faint purple light penetrated into his body.

In an instant, his qi and blood were greatly improved, and he was about to break through to the fourth level of the Blood and Qi Realm.

"So this Yin De also has such a role."

Shi Liang suddenly understood and was shocked.

Continue to look through the book, although there are pages behind it, they are all blank.

The second, third and fourth pages of the book correspond to his fate, luck, and good deeds. There seems to be something that pulls his way of fate.

What is the use of luck?

What is the relationship between fate and luck?

It was very difficult for him to figure it out in a short period of time, and he didn't even know what this book was for now.

Shi Liang knew that he did not get a recommended place this time and his luck had declined. If he wanted to improve his luck, he could only find other ways.

"The newcomer to the Cao Gang, how can there be a high status as an underworld official?"

Shi Liang murmured to himself, and then he went to the kitchen rice jar. He used his hands to spread the white rice jar, and there was a silver note from Tianhe Money House hidden in the deepest.

Fifty taels of silver bills (one hundred documents equals one tael).

This was how Shi Liang worked day and night in the past two years, and Zhao Qingmei saved it when she helped the maid in the workshop.
Chapter completed!