Chapter 5: Selling Ore
At this moment, an elderly lady with gray hair, approximately in her sixties, walked out of the room and, upon seeing Yang Ling standing at the door, couldn't help but ask, "Oh! Young man, who are you looking for? I thought that girl Yingying hadn't left yet."
Yesterday, I had already arranged with Professor Cui to go in the morning to collect the data from the last investigation. Originally, it would have sufficed to transfer a file via computer, but the old man was quite stubborn and insisted on going to retrieve it himself. Yang Ling had no choice but to comply. After arriving at the school, I asked several students before I found out Professor Cui's address. It was a relatively new apartment building. After climbing to the third floor and clearly seeing the door number, I was just about to knock when, with a loud bang, the door was pushed open, and a girl rushed out from inside, colliding into me. After arriving at the school, I asked several students before I found out Professor Cui's address. It was a relatively new apartment building. After climbing to the third floor and clearly seeing the door number, I was just about to knock when, with a loud bang, the door was pushed open, and a girl rushed out from inside, colliding into me.
The human body possesses the eight extraordinary meridians, which are the dwelling places of the life and soul. Those who practice body cultivation must prioritize the meridians; when the meridians are unobstructed, the spirit and soul are robust, and when the spirit and soul are robust, the life force endures. Humans are inherently spiritual beings, the leaders of all spirits. To achieve harmony with the natural order, one must first open the Ren and Du meridians, and then align the regular and extraordinary meridians, using the extraordinary to assist the regular, progressing in an orderly manner. Once the eight meridians are fully open, one can travel a thousand miles in a day and bear a thousand pounds of weight. When both the regular and extraordinary meridians are unobstructed, no evil can invade, and the life force can endure for a long time.
Haha! A burst of silver bell-like laughter came from downstairs, fading away with the sound of footsteps. Yang Ling couldn't help but shake his head at the steamed bun in his hand
Ten minutes later, Yang Ling left the University of Geosciences with several forms filled with numbers, walking while nibbling on a steamed bun. He recalled that spirited girl and couldn't help but slow down his pace. Cui Yingying, what a beautiful name! She is also quite pretty, but unfortunately, she is a tomboy.
Ah! It's nothing, really. The girl is about twenty years old, with an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows, fair skin, and her hair tied in a ponytail. She is wearing a white and blue striped sweater on top and jeans on the bottom, with long legs and a beautiful appearance. At this moment, she stands there awkwardly, says thank you, then apologizes, and quickly runs down the stairs, bypassing Yang Ling.
Ah! Your steamed bun!" Yang Ling shouted at her back
Yang Ling, full of spirit, jumped into the pit and immediately began to wield the hoe to dig. Perhaps due to the practice, today he seemed to have an endless supply of energy. The hoe danced like a wheel, and the sound of "ding ding ding ding" never ceased in his mind. Iron ore and tin ore were continuously dug out, disappearing before his eyes, while the words on the light screen rolled over like flowing water.
When the alarm on his phone rang, Yang Ling finally stopped. It was already six in the morning, and dawn was about to break. He dropped the hoe and returned to the small courtyard, his body drenched in sweat, with his hair sticking to his scalp. Despite this, Yang Ling did not feel particularly fatigued. He picked up the water cup from the edge of the well and took a few sips, only to discover that there were more than ten pieces of ore on the ground. He couldn't help but be startled. By proportion, he had mined nearly 1,500 pieces of ore in just three hours, which was almost the same as his previous day's total.
It was not yet 7:00 AM, and most people were probably still asleep. The Moments feed was quiet. Yang Ling tidied up and walked downstairs. At this time, the sky was already a grayish white, and a thin mist enveloped the world in a hazy shroud. The streets were still quite chilly. Reflecting on the fact that it had been a long time since he had woken up this early, he sighed a few times and found a breakfast spot by the street to sit down. He ordered two pieces of fried dough sticks, a bowl of congee, and a cup of soy milk, and then began to eat slowly.
Perhaps it is due to the nourishing effect of hetushucom.com on the well water here, or perhaps he is naturally endowed with a physique conducive to cultivation. Before long, he surprisingly began to sense a slight feeling, a faint warmth akin to a wisp of hair flowing slowly through the so-called Ren and Du meridians within his body, appearing and disappearing intermittently. The entire body felt as if it were immersed in a hot spring, as if one's consciousness had separated from the body, becoming light and ethereal
Oh dear
It must be Xiao Yang, come in quickly! The voice of Professor Cui came from inside the room, so the old lady said nothing more and let Yang Ling enter the room
In the midst of a busy day, time swiftly passed, and as the end of the workday approached, Yang Ling printed out the completed report to submit it to the leaders of the external relations department. Only then did she tidy up her things in preparation to leave. Upon exiting, she saw Han Xue standing in the corridor at the entrance of the comprehensive department, carrying a small handbag.
The flow of people on the street gradually increased, some with sleepy eyes, others full of energy. Both men and women hurried along, and Yang Ling finished the last sip of her soy milk. Noticing that it was already 7:30, she squeezed onto the early bus heading to the University of Geosciences.
As the girl let out a sharp scream, Yang Ling quickly supported her with one hand while catching a flying steamed bun with the other hand
There are a total of 17 pieces of ore, including 15 pieces of iron ore and 2 pieces of tin ore, all of which are of relatively high purity and quality. Each piece is approximately the size of a rice bowl, estimated to weigh around 3 to 4 kilograms. After examining them for a while, Yang Ling pondered for a moment, took out his phone, and began to take pictures of each piece, posting them on his social media: "A pile of ancestral ore, high purity and good quality, a great item for commemorative collection or gifting, limited quantity, price negotiable for those interested!"
At this time, the small hillock has undergone significant changes compared to its original state, especially at the waist of the hill, where a large pit approximately one meter deep and over ten meters in circumference has been continuously excavated by Yangling. A large amount of stones and soil have rolled down to the foot of the hill, scattered everywhere.
Thus, he ceased mining and sat motionless on the ground, adjusting his breath, assuming the posture of the Five Hearts Toward Heaven, and began to practice according to the guidance provided in the Soul Refining Technique of the Meridian Opening.
Returning to his room, Yang Ling took a hot shower, got dressed, and noticing that it was still early, he grabbed a cardboard box and went into the system's small courtyard to pack up a pile of ores, then laboriously carried them back to his room
Leaving the yard and returning to the bedroom, he saw that it was already 3 AM, yet he felt no sleepiness at all! Lying in bed, Yang Ling tossed and turned, feeling dumbfounded. There was no need to practice; the books said that one should not be impatient with practice, but should proceed step by step, maintaining a state of meditation once a day. But what to do if he couldn't fall asleep? After thinking for a long time, he decided to go mining instead; perhaps he could unearth some other good things. With this thought, his heart ignited with enthusiasm, and he immediately put on a pair of shorts, set an alarm on his phone, and then entered the system.
Isn't it Yida?" Yang Ling couldn't help but exclaim
However, having never encountered this legendary technique, I did not even know where the Ren and Du meridians were located. After pondering for half an hour without any progress, I had no choice but to stand up, take the book, and leave the courtyard
"It is your steamed bun!" the girl said without turning her head
Returning to the office, at about the usual time, he brewed tea and then checked the news. After everyone in the office had arrived, he began organizing the materials, preparing to complete the inspection report today
By the time Yang Ling suddenly awoke, he had lost track of how much time had passed. He stood up and stretched his body, only to find that he felt completely refreshed, warm all over, and not at all numb from sitting for too long
"Crazy girl, what has happened again?" A voice from an elderly woman came from the room
Yang Ling took notes while reading, filling several large pages densely with writing. He then took the book, picked up the picnic mat piled in the corner of the room, and entered the system's small courtyard. He went directly into the stone house, spread out the picnic mat, sat down, opened the "Tongmai Lianhun Jue," and compared it with the notes in his hand. Yang Ling then entered a state of self-forgetfulness, immersing himself in research to the point of neglecting food and sleep.
Returning to the bedroom, he placed the book in his hand on the desk, opened the computer, and searched online for the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Instantly, a variety of images and textual descriptions flooded in, including novels, medical books, and cultivation methods. Yang Ling felt reassured; it seemed that the "Tongmai Lianhun Jue" was indeed a cultivation method from Earth. He found a well-known traditional Chinese medicine website and delved into the details of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians and the acupuncture points in the human body, particularly the locations of the Ren and Du meridians. He even found an introduction on how to correctly cultivate internal energy and open the Ren and Du meridians in a Daoist internal cultivation text. Regardless of its accuracy, at least this matter was not baseless. It appeared that the "Tongmai Lianhun Jue" was still a cultivation method from Earth.
Yang Ling trembled all over and sat down on the ground, flipping open the pages of the book, only to see the words written on it:
Looking at this pile of ore, Yang Ling also felt a bit of a headache. These things should not be worth much, but the more they accumulate, the more problematic it becomes. It would be a pity to simply throw them away, so it seems a solution needs to be found to deal with them
Further on, it describes the method of cultivating this meridian technique. Yang Ling was so excited that he almost lost control before finishing reading. Damn! Damn! Damn! If I could really master it, wouldn't I become an unparalleled martial arts master, at least surpassing the innate experts in novels? I bet that the old ancestor Chen Tuan must have discovered cultivation methods within this mining system to have lived such a long time!
Not long after work began, the reminders on the phone kept ringing. The pictures of the ore I posted sparked everyone's interest. Opening my social media, I was greeted with a flurry of comments, most of which were just people joining in for fun. Even Jin Liufu joked with Yang Ling, asking if he had struck the ancestral vein. A few others privately inquired about the price, and Yang Ling quietly replied to their messages. Moreover, several close classmates directly sent red envelopes. When I opened them, Yang Ling nearly spat blood; there were envelopes with amounts of 1 yuan, 0.1 yuan, and even 0.01 yuan. The consistent request was that the money had been received, so please provide free shipping!
It is already the end of October, and the weather is slightly cool. One after another, middle school students in uniforms, carrying their backpacks, come to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks, chatting and laughing as they leave. Watching their lively footsteps, Yang Ling cannot help but feel a deep sense of nostalgia. In the blink of an eye, it has been four years since she graduated from school, yet she always feels that the joyful times are far, far away from her, as if they are hidden deep within the flowing mist, unreal like the hazy tall buildings.
Oh! Hehe, hello, grandmother. My name is Yang Ling. May I ask if Professor Cui is at home?" Yang Ling was holding a steamed bun, unsure of where to put it, so she awkwardly asked while holding it in her hand
Yang Ling looked at the book in his hands, unable to suppress a smile. If he continued to practice like this, who knows, one day he might become a legendary figure like Chen Tuan. At that time, everyone would have to call me Master Yang Ling. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh wildly three times towards the sky
Indeed, it is a good thing