Chapter 3, Summer Hill

In the Han Dynasty, one stone was approximately twenty-seven jin, and the measurement units were different. One jin in the Han Dynasty was roughly equivalent to half a jin today. I remember that when I was a child, I could carry twenty jin, which was tiring but manageable. Children who worked in agriculture year-round likely had greater strength and endurance than I did back then

What should one study?

"With some strength, you might become a general in the future!" Uncle Wang said with a smile as he helped Chen Mo load the bags of millet onto the cart

Since it has been established that those symbols represent numbers, Chen Mo recalls that his skills gradually evolved from 1 to 7, and with each change, he gained some mysterious knowledge. Does this imply that if he could learn other abilities, he could also rapidly improve, just like in farming and manure production?

Commander-type skills: None

A journey of thirty li is quite ordinary for those who are constantly on the move in this era. However, Chen Mo, a child who has not yet fully matured, is able to keep pace with everyone, neither complaining nor showing signs of fatigue, which leaves the onlookers in awe.

Before going to sleep, Chen Mo summoned this ethereal image, silently kneeling in the direction where he could see it, and sincerely bowed three times. Although he did not know what it was, it indeed brought him immense help. For Chen Mo, this mysterious existence was akin to a deity, which is also the reason he firmly believes in the existence of deities in this world. However, until now, he did not know how to address this entity, so he could only express his gratitude for the changes it brought him in this manner. For Chen Mo, this mysterious existence was akin to a deity, which is also the reason he firmly believes in the existence of deities in this world. However, until now, he did not know how to address this entity, so he could only express his gratitude for the changes it brought him in this manner

Xiaqiu County was once a marquis state, but later for reasons unknown, it was downgraded to a county. Chen Mo had heard some stories from his mother about the past, probably around two hundred years ago, during the time when Wang Mang usurped power, this place was renamed Guisi County, and later it was changed back, coming under the jurisdiction of Linhuai Commandery

Without a word throughout the night, early the next morning, before dawn, Chen Mo had already awakened and made his preparations. Chen's mother had made him several flatbreads. The food in the city was too expensive, and now all of the Chen family's possessions rested on Chen Mo's shoulders, with only seven five-zhu coins to his name. Concerned that he might be reluctant to spend money on food, his mother had risen early to help him prepare the flatbreads

"Uncle A, Uncle Wang, Uncle Cai..." When Chen Mo arrived, everyone was already prepared to set out, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet each person in turn

The others, seeing that the village head was speaking, could only give up.

The village head has found a donkey cart and gathered five or six villagers who also want to go to the city. They are all strong hunters, each holding a fork or a stick as a weapon. It is said that the outside world has been unstable in recent years. Although this stretch of road is not far, they occasionally encounter some solitary mountain bandits or robbers.

Chen Mo's attitude was very resolute; he wanted everyone to regard him as an adult rather than a child. Moreover, he had visited the county town at the age of six and did not require anyone's pity

In the past, Chen Mo spent almost all of his time on farming and producing manure, leaving him with no energy to consider anything else. Although he is still very busy now, with the improvement of his skill level, both farming and manure production no longer occupy all of his energy and time. Perhaps he can try to learn some other skills.

"It's nothing, Mother. Aren't the village head and the others still here?" Chen Mo did not want to make his mother cry. He took the embroidery that his mother had made recently and smiled, "Is this for the brocade shop in the city?"

After staring at the wealth value for a moment, Chen Mo sighed and no longer paid attention to it, falling into a deep sleep

Rest assured, mother, I will definitely return before sunset!" After carefully putting away the needlework, Chen Mo smiled at his mother.

Life Skills: Farming Lv7, Fertilizer Production Lv6

"Let him go together, this child is very stubborn," the village chief shook his head and said, "He has been to the county town since he was six years old, and he can run fast.

... ...

Hmm. Mother Chen nodded. These embroidery pieces were usually sold through others, but since Chen Mo was going this time, it would be fine for him to deliver them, which would also save the trouble of bothering someone else

In fact, deep down, Chen Mo hopes to be able to study. The Chen family is, after all, a prestigious family. Even though their branch has fallen into decline, Chen Mo still hopes to pursue education, as it is something that can fundamentally change one's destiny. Unfortunately, given the current state of his lineage, all that remains is to reminisce about the glory of his ancestors, and he no longer has the qualifications to even touch books. Where can he go to study?

What use are fate and fortune, I wonder

"How could a person of our background become a general?" Uncle Cai shook his head and said to Chen Mo, "Little dung boy, you should get on the car too"

"Almost." Chen Mo nodded, feeling hesitant to make eye contact with Uncle Wang, as he had the constant impression that he would be struck at any moment

It is getting late, I will go find Grandfather first. After Chen Mo bowed to his mother, he turned around, strapped a bag of millet to his back, bid farewell to his mother, and ran towards the direction of the Zheng family.

Chen Mo does not consider himself particularly intelligent; his current performance is all due to the gifts from that immortal. In his youth, he did not fully understand the malice of human nature, and at that moment, he merely nodded without truly absorbing the information.

"If all the elders are not seated, how can I take a seat?" Chen Mo shook his head and said

Combat Skills: None

Lifespan: 10 (the initial lifespan of an ordinary person; natural disasters and man-made calamities can reduce lifespan, while an elevation in status can increase lifespan)

After the worship, Chen Mo lay in bed, yet his mind was occupied with contemplating the role of this mysterious existence, a subject he pondered daily

"Well, when you are out, you should heed the words of the village chief. In times of trouble, do not act recklessly. My son is intelligent, but he should not be overconfident. The county town is different from this rural area; people's hearts can be treacherous. My son, do not trust others blindly." Mother Chen advised.

Possessing money: 7 five-zhu coins

My son is only nine years old, how can I not worry?" Chen's mother said with tears in her eyes, thinking about how hard this child has had it. He has been without a father since he was young, and at the age of six, he began to work and run around for this family. Just thinking about it makes one feel heartbroken. Although other children of this age also start to work, they do not have to bear the heavy burdens of the family alone. Chen Mo, however, started going to the city by himself at the age of six to seek medical help for himself.

Mother, do not worry, it is less than thirty miles to the county town from here, and I will surely return before sunset" Chen Mo said, fastening the water pouch around his waist, and placing the flatbread his mother had made for him into a small bundle which he tucked into his bosom, smiling at his mother.

Name: Chen Mo

Chen Mo also did not know why he had changed his name back then, but the past matters little to him. Although he visited once when he was six, he was too busy and anxious at the time to pay attention to how nice the county town was. Now, looking at the city wall that is at least three people high, he is somewhat amazed; this city wall looks much more magnificent than a fence.

"I thought you were going to sleep in," Uncle Wang's man chuckled as he reached out to take the bag from Chen Mo's back, somewhat surprised, "Wow, this is quite heavy, isn't it about one stone?"

"You childish one, how can you compare with us?" Uncle Wang laughed and said, "Get in the car quickly."

Fortune: 10 (the minimum fortune of an average person; if the fortune falls below this minimum value, a person's luck will continuously deteriorate)