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The books in the library were becoming empty day by day, and many of them had been read by Chi Tianmin. Apart from eating and sleeping, he read books every day. The servants in the mansion privately called him a bookworm and thought he was obsessed with books.

This situation has lasted for more than a year. Perhaps the Marquis Chi Zhantian couldn't stand it anymore. He was afraid that his son would become a nerd, so he allowed Chi Tianmin to move freely around the capital and enter and exit the Marquis' mansion at any time.

Chi Tianmin was very happy to hear the news. It was better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

He had read a lot of books, and it was time to verify the contents in the books. Finally, he no longer had to stay in this boring Hou Mansion.

Early the next morning after receiving permission, Chi Tianmin took Luzhu and his guards out of the house. He did not stay at Zhengchen Street, but went west.

In the past year or so, although he has gone out less, he has almost done enough shopping on Zhengchen Street.

This is where dignitaries live, and the shops are all decorated extremely luxuriously and in the same way, making it impossible to see the scenes described in the book.

However, not long after he went out, he met three or five children playing nearby, the same children who had laughed at his appearance and beaten him.

These children are not legitimate children in the family, and their discipline is not so strict. They embody the word "dandy" to the fullest.

"Hey, you ugly guy, you still dare to go out? Aren't you afraid of scaring people?" Everyone in the capital knew that Chi Tianmin was a waste of spiritual practice. These children were not afraid at the moment. It was obvious that their scars had healed and they had forgotten the pain.

"What is he afraid of? It should be us who are afraid. The last time I saw his ugly face, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for three days?"

"Yes, he looks like this. I don't know who gave him the courage to go out. The key is that he is still a useless person in cultivation."

Hearing their extremely mocking words, Chi Tianmin tightened his fists. The naughty boy was really disgusted.

Looking at the fat guys, Chi Tianmin suddenly smiled and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

Although he cannot absorb spiritual energy, Chi Tianmin still insists on practicing martial arts every day, and his physical fitness is really good.

Perhaps to compensate for his inability to practice, Chi Tianmin grew extremely strong, and his appetite was comparable to that of an adult. However, these nutrients were not converted into fat, but were all converted into muscles.

Chi Tianmin is born with divine power. If Chi Tianmin can practice it, a warrior is undoubtedly the most suitable for him. He can defeat him ten times with one force. No matter how vain you are, you can defeat him with one fist.

Seeing Chi Tianmin showing his arms and looking like he was about to fight again, the children began to feel guilty and grumbled: "You...what are you going to do? I'm warning you, we have all started practicing, you are no match for us. "

Chi Tianmin is much taller than these children of the same age. These children all grow horizontally, while Chi Tianmin grows in a balanced way.

He walked closer, looked down at the children, squeezed his hands and made a clicking sound, raised his chin, and smiled contemptuously: "How about giving it a try?"

After saying that, he raised his fist and pretended to attack.

The psychological shadow of those children who were beaten by him last time had not gone away. Seeing how confident he was at this time, they felt frightened. They all turned around and ran away. One of them even fell down because he ran too fast.

Chi Tianmin was behind, with his hands on his hips, laughing loudly: "A bunch of cowards!"

After the group of children ran away, they felt ashamed and annoyed in their hearts, but they had no courage to let them come back. They could only fight back from a distance: "Huh, they are just reckless men with a bit of brute force. We will come back in two years. When the time comes, Don’t pretend to be a grandson!”

Chi Tianmin was unable to practice, and although these children had average cultivation qualifications, they would be able to make up for their physical deficiencies in a few years, so they felt they had a sense of superiority over Chi Tianmin.

Chi Tianmin sneered at their words. Who can say what will happen in a few years?

Maybe when the golden finger awakens, mediocrity like them are not even qualified to be a stepping stone.

Having intimidated the clown, Chi Tianmin was in a very happy mood. He headed west, aiming for the busiest West City Gate recorded in the book.

There was a straight avenue leading to the West City Gate. Chi Tianmin and his party strolled along the avenue and arrived at the largest market near the West City Gate.

Different from Zhengchen Street, the market here is full of the fireworks of ordinary people. There are nearby villagers squatting along the street, hawking on the street.

The economic development level of Lingwu Continent is similar to that of the Tang and Song Dynasties in China, and the people at the bottom still have to struggle hard for food and clothing.

You can easily tell the difference between nobles and commoners based on their clothing and appearance.

The nobles wear gorgeous clothes and have well-proportioned bodies, while most commoners wear shabby clothes, have thin bodies, and their faces are full of the wind and frost of life.

They were wearing patched clothes, their straw sandals were stained with mud, and they were selling hard.

Those selling fruits, vegetables, raw poultry and meat, and handicrafts all have everything you need, and it’s very lively.

Most of them are nearby villagers, taking advantage of the slack farming time to come to the market to earn some money to support their families.

Seeing their state, Chi Tianmin couldn't help but feel compassion. Poverty was the normal state of civilians.

In the previous life, life in China had become moderately prosperous. Although the gap between rich and poor still existed, ordinary people could still have enough food and clothing.

But in Lingwu Continent, civilians are still in a situation where they don't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. They are still struggling between food and clothing.

This moved Chi Tianmin, who had been influenced by various advanced ideas in his previous life, and made him more determined to become a craftsman and do something for these suffering people.

Chi Tianmin is not a saint, but if he can do things that are mutually beneficial, why not do them?

If you want to help them, you must first understand them and integrate with them. After all, the knowledge in books is simple and needs to be verified on the spot.

Chi Tianmin looked around with curiosity, matching each item with the description in the book. This is porcupine meat, this is melon, this is...

The ingredients sold here are all low-end ingredients, which the Hou Mansion usually doesn't eat. Chi Tianmin doesn't have the opportunity to see the real ones. He only learns about them from books.

From the normal situation in the market, you can quickly understand the lives of ordinary people, which is completely different from the scene on Zhengchen Street.

As he looked at it, Chi Tianmin was attracted by a pile of wood carvings, which an old farmer was selling. His hands were as thin as dry branches, but they were very dexterous, and each wood carving took shape under his hands.

"Old uncle, how much does this cost?" Chi Tianmin pointed to a wooden sculpture of a big-headed doll, which is a classic character in Zhiyi novels.

"Five coppers." The old farmer looked at Chi Tianmin happily.

The old farmer naturally noticed Chi Tianmin's clothes. He looked like he belonged to a wealthy family. This kind of young man wouldn't care about a few coins. He was happy for the business that was about to open.