You won’t be afraid if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well and cultivate immortality

After a few people left, the courtyard was much cleaner. Gouwa cleaned up the crab shells and poured them into a rotten basket and put them in the corner of the courtyard to be used as bait for fishing later.

The warm spring sun is still a little hot. Grandpa was probably taking a lunch break. He drank some water and went back to his room. He had been busy all morning and didn't know what to do at this time. Half lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep, mainly because I didn't have the habit of taking a lunch break, so I packed my bags.

The wooden box on the bedside table was also opened, and there was nothing inside. So I stuffed all the clothes in. The space was big enough, and I could sort it out slowly when there were more clothes. Maybe this was a boy's characteristic. Put all the books neatly on the table next to the bed, and finally hang the Tetanus Blade on the bedside.

He took out the purse he kept close to his body and counted the five hundred taels of silver notes, trying to find a place to hide it. Letting Grandpa keep it was an option, but since he had his own lunch box, he wouldn't bother him.

But if you carry so much money with you every day, you will really lose money if you lose it. You still understand the principle that eggs cannot be put in one basket.

So I looked around the house and saw that there was no place to hide money. How about digging a small hole under the bed and burying it? As soon as this idea came up, I got out of control, hey! This damn brain circuit.

Just dig a hole to hide it under the bed, but since the banknote is paper, you can't just bury it casually. It also needs to be insect-proof, moisture-proof, and waterproof. I opened the door and took a peek into my grandfather's room. The door was still closed, so I secretly went to where the pottery bowls were and took a bowl.

By the way, I put a bowl of burnt plant ashes in the stove. Then he quietly returned to his room. He did not disturb grandpa during this period, but he was attracted by Wangcai. For Wangcai, what can he do with a bowl? The obvious thing, this must follow.

Gouwa had no time to care about this guy, so he looked under the bed when he returned to the house. The ground was made of sand and gravel. He held the short blade in his hand and crawled down with his butt stuck out. There is a musty smell down there. If you hold your breath, dig in the corner near the cabinet. The dog will dig out a hole as big as his head very quickly.

Pour half a bowl of ashes into the bottom of the pit, ready to put down the pottery bowl to hold the money and bury it together. Wangcai was playing with the excavated sand. After thinking for a while that it would be inappropriate to bury him, he crawled out from under the bed. I opened the book of Basic Qi Refining Techniques that was given directly to the sect and sandwiched it with the 500 taels of banknotes I was given along the way. I opened the box and put it under my clothes. Do as you like.

Pour all the ashes into the pit and then backfill it, and the wealth will be dug up for you. This is unbearable, and the effect of holding the back of the neck is not good. It's really foresight. If you bury it, you might be dug up by this guy one day, and then you can tear it up and tear it up without having a place to cry. Putting the pages in the box will at least be safe for the time being. I'm so smart!

This little episode came to an end. Like a thief, I washed the pottery bowl and put it back in its place, then slipped back into the room.

When I lay down, I didn't care about Wangcai digging a hole below. I thought about what happened this morning and walked around the village to say whether it was big or small.

Except for the gentle area on the east side and the county seat, the surrounding area is surrounded by mountains, with each mountain higher than the other.

There are probably snakes, insects, rats, and ants in Cangmang Ridge. Fortunately, there is a river blocking the village's safety. I counted only about ten households left in the village today, and the total number of men, women, old and young was only about thirty.

How can this be considered a village? Alas! My head hurts just thinking about it.

This is exactly like playing a game, it feels like a novice village. My cheap grandfather's tentative role is the old village chief, and his uncles, aunts and others are like NPCs.

Is the first task to rebuild the Novice Village? This circuit in my brain is strange. The more I think about the meaning of my life, the more it seems like this. Otherwise, why would God only bring me here from Blue Star? Even if it is not far away, it is close. I am considered to be across time and space or It's like a plane. In this case, he must have come with some kind of mission. Maybe he is destined to have something to shoulder.

The class representative said: Destiny is like playing Go. Once you make the first move, every subsequent move is as if it has been planned in advance. You will have no regrets when you make a move. You will either win or lose. In the end, you will never be able to escape the final outcome. Reincarnation.

Now that you have set a goal for yourself, start thinking about how to put it into practice to complete it. Musk firmly believes that as long as you work hard, what should come will eventually come! So there is no need to worry about temporary gains and losses, just do everything carefully and steadily, take every step steadily, and wait for the flowers to bloom.

Put your hands behind your head and think about the resources and connections at hand to see what can be reasonably utilized.

If you want to be rich, make big bets, build roads, and plant more trees.

Yes, priority should be given to building a smooth road to the county. Then what? Then how to get rich? Let’s take a closer look at the rich experiences of the senior time travellers. The poor make money to support their families, while the rich care about the world.

The solution to the problem of survival is to find potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn... These drought-tolerant and high-yielding crops protect against natural disasters.

According to the current grain production, I only have about a hundred acres of fields, and I can harvest several hundred kilograms per mu per year, and the total harvest will not exceed one hundred thousand kilograms.

Excluding the labor and investment, well, based on this calculation, Bai Lai Mu seems to be able to earn a net profit of more than ten taels in a year's hard work.

Ah, those small landowners are actually very poor.

In addition, the world of cultivating immortals is going smoothly and the grain is plentiful. Even if you find new seeds and double the output, you won't be able to make much money. Well, this is really not too urgent.

Then it's about cooking food. Based on my theoretical and practical level of cooking skills, the restaurant will probably close down as soon as it opens, so forget it.

The Sihai Chamber of Commerce, led by the Jia family, is already planning the brewing business, and the iron-making business has also been started by Master Lu.

Yes, get the glass. However, it is not reliable to think about using sand and alkali firing to make glass. There is still a difference between theory and actual operation. After all, the initial investment is relatively large, especially getting a kiln and exploring the firing.

If you throw all the money in your hand, it may not bubble up, and you may not be able to sell it at a good price in the world of immortality.

Then get gunpowder? Mononitrate, diphosphorus, and charcoal, I still remember this recipe. So the question is, who can we sell this to?

Selling it to immortal cultivators is a tasteless thing that would be a pity to throw away. What if it were sold to mortals who had no power to restrain a chicken, and then set on fire and thrown at immortal cultivators like myself?

Think about it, you can't do it by killing yourself, so let's put this idea aside for now.

Is there any other way to make money stably and quickly? Since papermaking has already appeared, let’s engage in printing.

right! Make your own paper, print, and then sell books to make money, a perfect cultural and commercial closed loop.

For this good money-making idea, Gouwa almost jumped up and gave high fives in celebration. Although the technical threshold for movable type printing is not high, I only know the theoretical knowledge from textbooks, so the actual operation may be a bit difficult.

Then you have to hire foreign aid. For Gouwa, instead of spending time on things that you are not good at, it is better to leave this matter to people who are good at it. The euphemistic saying is: leave professional things to professionals.

Then I thought of Master Xie Lu's wool. Such a simple matter can definitely be solved by finding this big boss. I just have to think of a reason to fool him. No, it can't be fooling. It's to persuade him to give technical support.

Let's chat with two close friends first to see if we can solve the problem. If we can, we should not bother Master Lu and let him spend time tinkering with mechas.

The more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes. I can print books and sell them for money, or I can print story books and sell them for money! Advertising can also be embedded in it. After all, this cultural market has a huge space. The more I think about it, the more I think this idea is good.

At that time, all kinds of printed books can be used through the channels of Zixia City's Sihai Chamber of Commerce, and they can be sold throughout Dongzhou with small profits and high sales. The more I think about it, the more excited I feel. This idea is priceless and the investment is pitiful.

At this moment, Boss Jia, who was thousands of miles away, and Master Lu, who was dozens of miles away, sneezed three big, big, big, big sneezes at the same time.