If you want to find a long-term supply path, of course you have to produce it yourself.

That is, opening a college.

Walking the path of Confucius, Guiguzi, Xunzi, and Dong Zhongshu.

But, this road is not easy to walk!

Full of thorns, the road ahead is bumpy.

Zhang Yue didn’t know whether to take such a path? Can he take such a path?

From the bookshelf, Zhang Yue took a few volumes of book slips, closed his eyes and entered the space again.

Put these books under Jin Yumu.

With a stinging sound, Jin Yumu's flowers siphoned in big mouths.

Countless bright golden silk threads were sucked into the buds from the book.

Then, it seemed like a burp.

The buds bloom and the fragrance fills the air.

Zhang Yue was immediately immersed in it and almost lost himself. Fortunately, he remembered the purpose of this trip, guarded the last Qingming Festival, and silently recited in his heart: "Abacus class!"

This is also the best conjunction he can think of.

Those last abacus courses in the late nineties.

In a moment, he found that he seemed to have traveled through the universe, penetrated time, and traced the source from the river of memory.

The sound of reading aloud is heard again.

It was the primary school alma mater that had been almost completely forgotten by memory. The green shade of trees covered the school's windowsills and blocked the invasion of the sun.

A young and beautiful female teacher who had just graduated from college and was assigned to the school stood on the podium, holding the lesson records prepared last night, and took the whole class to read aloud: "One one, one to one, one to five to four, one to nine to one..."

One by one, one by one, the other is jingling.

The young Zhang Yue, holding the abacus brought by his home, read aloud with the teacher on the table, and tweaked the abacus while reading.

All this is like yesterday, just now.

Clear and profound, with a clear view.

Time flies, passing through cold and heat, and passing through spring and autumn.

Dozens of abacus classes waved by.

Those innocence and childlike interests that were once passed away in a hurry.

Finally, Zhang Yue opened his eyes and suddenly realized that he seemed to have fully mastered the abacus technique.

No need for an abacus, your hands are already automatically pulling the abacus beads.

No matter what you want to count, as soon as the question comes into your mind, your fingers will immediately tug the empty arithmetic beads in the air, and the answer will immediately emerge.

"Is this a benefit of krypton gold?" Zhang Yue thought to himself: "Automatically strengthen the skill ability of backtracking?"

He knew very well that he had never mastered such advanced abacus skills.

To be honest, he definitely didn't listen carefully in the abacus class in elementary school back then.

However, such powerful abacus ability is probably not the teachers who taught him abacus formulas.

It is about the ability that only professional accounting can possess.

The skills obtained after many hard work and accumulated over time.

But he automatically mastered this ability that others might need more than ten years of abacus calculation to have in advance.

Even conditioned reflexes are formed!

"This krypton gold thing is really good..." Zhang Yue laughed.

It seems that this space is very welcome to krypton gold players.

It is encouraging itself to krypton gold?!

Whatever its intentions are? Does it have any purpose?

None of this matters.

The important thing is that you can benefit and use it to protect yourself and your relatives in this era!

Standing up, Zhang Yue walked forward and picked up the jade fruit that fell to the ground.

This jade fruit is particularly beautiful.

The round and lush color, the blue and white colors flow like a work of art, and the coexistence of gentleness and heat makes Zhang Yue unable to let go of his love.

And its size is beyond the jade fruit produced in any previous period, almost the size of an egg.

It was the first time that the jade fruit was produced dozens of times larger!

Judging from past experience, the ability it can exert is probably dozens of times the first time that jade fruit is!

After these seven or eight verifications, Zhang Yue has now understood.

The effect of Jinyu wood jade fruit is geometrically proportional to its size.

The bigger the jade fruit, the stronger the effect.

Such a jade fruit is probably the biggest jade fruit that these Jinyu woods can produce!

The best product that can only be produced in krypton gold state!

Of course, such a treasure cannot be used casually, it must be used on the tip of the knife.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yue put it on the bamboo slip platform not far away and carefully treasured it.

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Opening your eyes, the candlelight in the bedroom has gradually faded.

In the dark night, Zhang Yue's eyes were bright and energetic.

Even in such darkness, his vision was not affected, and he could see almost the details of the entire bedroom.

This is a ability he had already had more than ten days ago.

Vision is almost a bug.

It seems like returning to the ancestors, and regaining the vision that ancient ancestors trained when fighting with beasts and poisonous insects thousands of years ago.

Never forget: humans were once the most terrifying animal on this earth, the creatures that once stood and have always stood at the top of the food chain.

The so-called lions, tigers, and bears are just preys from human ancestors.

Even if the dinosaurs are resurrected, they will probably end up with mammoths and saber-toothed tigers!

But now, Zhang Yue found that he seemed to have more abilities.

strength!

It seemed like it had exploded in the muscles.

He even had a kind of intuition that, now, even if Xiang Yu was in front of him, Lu Bu came out with his halberd, he also had the power to fight!

This seems to be the benefit given by space after krypton gold.

To be precise, it should be the fragrance of Jin Yumu that stimulated his body, brought him back to his ancestors, and regained the memories of the ancestors left deep in genes and cells that had long been forgotten by the rich and comfortable life.

He strode out of the door and came to the yard.

The brown horse Xijun, who was tied to the horses, immediately neighed happily when he saw him.

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Of course I won't forget you..."

As he said that, he put a pot of space water, a few wheat straws and a few bean leaves in its manger.

"Xijun" immediately started to eat happily.

In the past ten days in the Zhang family, this BMW, which is already very divine, has now become even more handsome.

Its muscles are distinct, its eyes are bigger and bright, its four hooves are more developed, its mane is as soft as silk satin, and its running speed and endurance are greatly improved.

More importantly - it is a mare.

This means that it may become the ancestor of a good horse.

In other words, its value will probably be infinite!

The Chinese family's mood of wanting a good horse is like a young man longing for the admiration of a girl.

For the sake of horses, the Han Dynasty even launched the Dayuan War, expeditioning thousands of miles, crossing the desert and Gobi, causing the people of Dayuan to kneel down and offer their national treasure - the sweat-blooded BMW!

However, now, in Zhang Yue's eyes, the most important value of this horse is not its preciousness and cherishment.
Chapter completed!