Han Zhao woke up from his sleep, feeling a sharp pain in his body, especially in his heart, as if he was holding a lump of ice in the cold winter. He tried to get up but his body felt numb, and he couldn't move or even open his eyes. He wondered if he was experiencing a ghost press or sudden death, and promised himself never to stay up late again. Suddenly, he realized that he could move his body and opened his eyes, but his vision was blurred.
He reached out to find his phone and check the time, but when he touched the bed, he realized that it was a plank bed, not his Simmons bed. Memories that didn't belong to him started flashing in his mind, and he realized that he was experiencing the memories of someone else with the same name and surname as him, Han Zhao.
Han Zhao was a sixteen-year-old from Heishi City, Yuanchang Prefecture, Yunzhou, Great Wei State. His father, Han Lin, was the second head of the Fuyuan Escort Bureau in the city, and he had an elder brother named Han Cheng who went on a trip when Han Zhao was six years old.
In one of the memory fragments, Han Lin returned home with a pale face, saying that he was dying and gave a package containing some silver, two booklets, and a pitch-black bead to Han Zhao. After giving him some simple instructions, Han Lin left in a hurry. When Han Zhao picked up the black bead, he accidentally touched a wound on his finger, and a lot of cold breath entered his body, causing him to die.
Han Zhao was shocked and realized that the terrible thing on the bed was the black bead that caused his chest to feel icy cold at first. He struggled to sit up and went to the Sifang table, where he touched the fire folder and lit the oil lamp. The dim yellow flame dispelled the darkness around him and gave him a sense of security.
In front of Han Zhao was a simple wooden bed covered with quilts, with another wooden bed about a meter apart on the right-hand side. Behind the table was an earthen stove, which he had seen at his grandma's house when he was a child and enjoyed adding firewood to it for fun. He took a few deep breaths to calm down and realized that he had somehow crossed time after staying up all night.
Han Zhao picked up the oil lamp and walked towards the bed, where he saw an open package beside the quilt and a black bead lying inside. As he looked at it, a light blue box appeared in his sight, with a warning about the bead containing Yin Qi and the potential dangers of carrying it. He also noticed two booklets in the package, one being a relatively superficial external practice method, and the other being a basic exercise for internal practice that could cultivate true qi and prolong life.
Han Zhao felt hit after realizing that Han Lin's exercises were only superficial and that he had poor aptitude for martial arts. He turned his attention to the silver tael and bank note and appreciated his father's thoughtfulness. Han Lin had given him various precious medicinal materials and soaked him in medicinal baths in an attempt to improve his aptitude, but it took almost a decade for his root bone to reach inferior levels.
With such poor aptitude for martial arts, Han Zhao thought that he might have a better chance of making money by eating soft rice than practicing martial arts. However, the world was quite cruel, and it was challenging to protect oneself without force. He lived in Xinqiaofang in the outer city, while Heilinfang not far away was a slum in Heishi City where corpses were nothing new, and gangs often fought for territory.
Realizing that he needed to do something to survive, Han Zhao held a glimmer of hope and silently called out to a system.
The next second, a glittering golden panel appeared in his sight.
Name: Han Zhao
Attribute points: none
Entry: None
Martial Arts: None
"Is there really a system?!"
More text appears.
[Collect all 10 reminder fragments, whether to synthesize an entry? ]
"Wait! Isn't this the game I bought at Goose Factory?"
Han Zhao hadn't reacted when he saw the prompt message just now, but now when he saw the prompt message on the property panel and the synthesis entry, he finally remembered.
He bought a game called 'Life Simulator', but thought it was too difficult, so he bought another plug-in, which can add entry functions to open it.
This thing also came along? !
Han Zhao said silently: "Synthesis."
[Synthesis once, consume 10 hint fragments and 1 tael of gold. You must get the one-time basic entry 'Life Simulation'. ]
[The current balance is insufficient, please recharge. ]
[If you want to become stronger, you must earn money! ]
"It's made by Goose Factory, it really is." Han Zhao's mouth twitched.
One tael of silver is equal to ten qian, one thousand wen.
One penny can buy two meat buns or a catty of brown rice in Black Rock City.
In this world, there is no magic rice patriarch, nor hybrid rice. The actual purchasing power of one tael of silver exceeds the five thousand yuan in the previous life.
Based on barely enough food as the standard of living, one tael of silver is enough for a family of three for a year.
Escort is a dangerous profession, so the monthly salary is not low. Ordinary escorts also have five big money a month.
Han Lin, as a quasi-martial artist in the blood training realm, has a monthly payment of 20 taels of silver, bonuses at the end of the year, and some resources that money cannot buy.
Even so, the Han family only lived in a civilian area in the outer city. One can imagine how much money Han Lin spent on Han Zhao.
The ratio of gold to silver in the Great Wei Kingdom is 1:10, but in reality, it is difficult to exchange 10 taels of silver for 1 tael of gold.
Han Zhao put away the silver and banknotes on the bed. Adding the broken silver, it was about 18 taels, and the banknotes were in denominations of 10 taels. There were 3 pieces in total, and some scattered copper coins.
48 taels, but a huge sum of money.
[poor! ]
Prompts appear inopportunely.
"Recharge." Han Zhao tried it.
No response.
"Good guy, do you have to exchange silver for gold? It's really gold!" Han Zhao couldn't help but slander.
Looks like I have to wait until dawn to exchange gold at a bank in the inner city.
"How should I live next?"
Han Zhao's complexion was a little cloudy.
Although the 'Thousand Silk Strength' lacks the fundamental plan and cannot enter the strength, it is also a treasure for people in the outer city.
Once the news of Han Lin's death spread, he would be a child carrying money through the busy market.
"I must become stronger immediately, and at the same time find a backer."
The martial arts gym opened by the martial arts master Lianjin in the city is a good place to go, as long as you pay, you will accept it.
However, being an apprentice can only calm down some people temporarily. The best way is to directly hand over the hot potato of 'Qiansiyin' to maximize the benefits.
Han Zhao sat on the bed until dawn with complicated emotions.
When the time was almost up, he kept the money and cheats close to him.
Looking at the black beads lying on the bed, he hesitated for a moment, wrapped them in cloth, put them in an iron box, and put them under the floor tiles under the bed.
Squeak~
Han Zhao pushed open the door, and the cold wind that greeted him made him tighten his neck to prevent it from pouring in through his collar.
He despised winter.
In front of him was a small yard, and to his right was a small vegetable field with radishes planted in it.
Several wooden shelves occupied the open space on the left, on which bamboo sieves held preserved meat and dried radish.
The broom lay haphazardly by the courtyard wall at the gate. Random sweeping traces were visible throughout the courtyard, and the footprints on the ground were faintly visible.
Han Zhao felt warm.
He picked up the broom, wiped away Han Lin's footprints on the ground, left his own footprints, and walked out of the gate.
Walking down the alley, passers-by greeted him warmly from time to time, but he silently nodded in response according to the personality of his predecessor in memory.
Xinqiaofang lay in the south of the city, and Qianzhuang was the most prosperous Yonghefang in the inner city.
He found the right direction and walked quickly to the north.
Black Rock City has more than a dozen squares, each of which is equivalent to a small village.
The closer one gets to the inner city, the wider the streets and the more people there are.
"Pork buns just out of the cage! Two for a penny!"
"Cooking cakes! Selling cooking cakes!"
"Fix the pot! Repair the iron pot!"
There are teahouses, taverns, **** shops, and workshops, among other shops, and there are many small stalls with big umbrellas in the open space between the shops.
The street extended to the north and south. Han Zhao walked until he reached the city gate at the end and entered the inner city.
Rows of buildings and shops lined both sides, with the tall city tower as the center. There were more vendors and pedestrians, and the streets were clean and tidy, with no beggars in sight.
Most people's faces were adorned with happy smiles.
Inner city, outer city, and slums.
These three regions and worlds comprised the entire Black Rock City.