A new day is here.

Dian Wei had a good night's sleep, got up early, and started the day step by step.

when!

when!

The golden dice stopped on the ground, and the result was 3 points.

"Start accumulating..."

"Charge 0.01%, 0.02%..."

Dianwei stretched out, rode on the donkey, and went to Cangtong Town as usual. First, he went to the breakfast stall for breakfast.

Not long after, more people come to eat breakfast.

"Last night, there was a fire in Yongningfang, which burned half a street."

"Yeah, I heard that there are two gangs fighting each other to grab territory."

"Yes, one is the Black Tiger Gang, and the other is the Iron Hand Gang. They are fighting so hard that they seem to be dead."

"I heard that six died..."

There was a lot of discussion, Dian Wei frowned. He already knew a lot about Cangtong Town.

There really is no government office in this town.

That's right, here is an impossible place.

In the town, the four heads of Wang, Song, Zheng, and Lu were extremely powerful, as if the four mountains were crushed on top of the people, but they did not directly rule Cangtong Town.

The apprentices taught by the four major teachers use their personal strength to win over people to form gangs, divide territories, and collect protection fees.

Whoever has a big turf is more powerful.

In this way, turf grabbing has become a daily routine for the major gangs.

What's interesting is that the four coaches never interfere in the fight between the gangs. The winner is king and the loser is the bandit. Whoever has the best skills will be the boss.

At first glance, there are many gangs in Cangtong Town, which seem to be a mess.

But the fact is that several larger gangs are firmly in force with each other and will not go to war at will, and the lives of most people will not be affected too much.

The upper forces are basically solidified.

Those who dare to fight are basically small gangs, or newly formed gangs. They fight to the death for the protection of a street or a booth. It's just a common thing.

It is not the first time Dian Wei has heard of gangs fighting. It has nothing to do with him. He is not from the town and will not be involved.

Living in the countryside, there is not so much trouble.

Of course, you can't get the most fertile land near Cangtong Town.

In Erdao Village, where Dianwei is located, the soil in the valley is relatively poor and the crops grown will naturally not grow too well, and the harvest will be less than half of the fertile soil.

Moreover, living in a remote village is also a major issue for safety.

After breakfast, Dianwei came directly to Zheng's Mansion.

While warming up, a maid sister ran over and shouted: "That Dianwei, Zheng Lao called you over."

Dian Wei was startled.

This old man Zheng is usually very lazy, except for some apprentices who have a high level of cultivation, he usually doesn't pay attention to other people at all.

For an apprentice like Dian Wei who is still in the stage of practicing basic skills, Old Man Zheng waved his hand to Sun Shan to teach him, and he was too lazy to take a look.

Dian Wei was very suspicious.

For no reason, what did the old man Zheng ask me for?

Dian Wei couldn't help but think of another thing. Duke Di asked him to bring a word to Zheng Mao, which he has not said until now.

Not to mention there is a reason.

Because he can see the "yin god", which is not something ordinary people can do, that is to say, he may be an outlier.

This point, if exposed, may cause unimaginable consequences.

In case, someone would take him as a guinea pig and study it.

In short, Dian Wei didn't want people to know that he could see the Yin God, and pretending to be ordinary was the safest way to survive.

"Sister, what is Old Zheng asking for me?" Dian Wei asked quickly.

"I don't know, you can ask yourself." The maid turned around, wondering if she didn't want to say, or she really didn't know.

Dian Wei wiped his sweat and sorted out the coarse linen clothes on his body before he came to the hall.

Looking around, he found that Old Man Zheng was meeting guests.

The guest was a middle-aged man, dressed in a simple Confucian gown, elegant and gentle, and seemed to be a scholar.

Dianwei stepped forward and said, "Old Zheng, the disciple is here."

Old man Zheng turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Dian Wei, are you literate, how are you writing?"

Ask me calligraphy?

Dian Wei is a little bit difficult. The world uses all ancient texts, so it's not bad if you can barely recognize it. Where can you write it?

Replied: "So so, I can't write many words yet."

After hearing this, the old man Zheng turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man. The latter smiled and said, "It's okay, you can practice if you don't know how to write, I can teach him."

Elder Zheng nodded, and said to Dianwei, "This is my friend, his surname is Qin Mingming, and he is called Mr. Qin. He lacks a book boy by his side. I want to arrange for you to go there. How about making money?"

Dian Wei didn't want to be a book boy for others, and said: "The disciple is dedicated to practicing martial arts, and living in the country, I am afraid it is not convenient."

"Don't worry, it won't delay your martial arts training."

Mr. Qin smiled warmly, "You come to my house every day when you apply, and you have dinner. If you want to stay overnight, you can also include food and accommodation. Besides, how about giving you two taels of silver every month?"

When Dian Wei heard that the conditions were quite good, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What do you do?"

Mr. Qin: "My hands are not very convenient. I need someone to help me write letters, copy texts and so on."

Dian Wei glanced at Mr. Qin's hand. With this look, he did not find where Mr. Qin's hand was.

Taking a closer look, Dian Wei was startled.

Mr. Qin's two long sleeves are empty, and his arms are actually mutilated!

Dian Wei understood quickly and nodded: "The disciple is willing."

"Very well, come over tonight." Mr. Qin was quite satisfied and left the address.

Dian Wei took it down, and then went back to the yard to practice.

"Junior Brother Dianwei, who is that guest and why did you ask you to come over?" Sun Shan asked with curiosity as a few people approached him.

Dian Wei said.

Did not mention two taels of silver, and did not carry any food or shelter.

But unexpectedly, no one knew this Mr. Qin, and no one had even heard of him.

"I can also write, why didn't Zheng Elder look for me?" a young man said sourly when he heard the words.

"Maybe you are ugly." Sun Shan ridiculed, making everyone roar with laughter.

Everyone soon lost interest in this matter and practiced martial arts separately.

It's time to apply.

Dianwei followed the address to a large courtyard, and looked up at the door.

The word "Qin Mansion" is particularly eye-catching.

Dian Wei knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

The porter was a brawny man with a big mole on his left cheek, and one eye was pale and dull, and he seemed to be blind.

Dian Wei reported to his family.

"So you are Mr.'s book boy, please come in soon." A smile appeared on the face of the concierge, and Dianwei entered the door.

Dianwei entered the door and glanced around, only to find that the Qin Mansion was very large, with bluestone paved floor, numerous pavilions, corridors, water pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, just like a mansion.

"Not worse than Zheng Mansion."

Dian Wei guessed that Mr. Qin's identity is extraordinary, and being able to be Old Man Zheng's friend is not simple in itself.

All the way to the study.