The Nameless of the Common Clans

Name: Chen Mo

Destiny: 10 (the initial destiny of a normal person, natural disasters and man-made disasters will reduce destiny, and the improvement of status can increase destiny)

Luck: 10 (the lowest destiny of a normal person, if the luck is lower than the minimum value, the person's luck will continue to get worse)

Money: 7 five-zhu coins

Life skills: farming lv7, manure production lv6

Combat skills: none

Commander skills: none

Before going to bed, Chen Mo brought up this empty picture, knelt silently in the direction where he could see the picture, and worshiped three times devoutly. Although he didn't know what it was, it did bring him great help. For Chen Mo, this mysterious existence is like a god, which is why he firmly believes that there are gods in this world. But until now, Chen Mo didn't know how to call the other party, so he could only thank the other party for the changes he brought to him in this attitude.

After kneeling, Chen Mo slept on the bed, but he was thinking about the role of this mysterious existence in his heart. This is what he thinks about every day.

Since it has been determined that those symbols are numbers, Chen Mo remembers that his skills have slowly changed from 1 to 7, and every time he changes, he will gain some mysterious knowledge. Does that mean that if he can learn other skills, he can also improve as quickly as farming and manure making?

In the past, Chen Mo spent almost all his time farming and making manure, and had no energy to estimate other things. Although he is still very busy now, with the improvement of his skill level, neither farming nor manure making is enough to occupy all his energy and time. Maybe he can try to learn some other skills.

But what should he learn?

In fact, deep in his heart, Chen Mo hopes to be able to read. After all, the Chen family is a family of aristocrats. Even if their branch is now in decline, Chen Mo still hopes to be able to read. That is something that can completely change his destiny. It's a pity that his lineage has fallen to the point where he can only remember the glory of his predecessors. He doesn't even have the qualifications to touch books. Where can he read?

Then what is the use of fate and luck?

Chen Mo stared at the wealth value for a while, sighed, ignored it, and fell into a deep sleep.

…

No one spoke that night. The next morning, before dawn, Chen Mo had already woken up and packed up. Chen's mother made a few pancakes for him. Food in the city was too expensive. Now all the Chen family's belongings were on Chen Mo, with only seven five-zhu coins. Chen's mother was afraid that he would not be willing to spend money on food, so she got up early and prepared pancakes for him.

"Don't worry, mother. It's less than thirty miles from the county town. I will be back before sunset." Chen Mo put the water bag on his waist, and put the pancakes his mother gave him in a small bag and put it in his arms and smiled at Chen's mother.

"My son is only nine years old. How can I not worry?" Chen's mother shed tears. Thinking about this child, he has been suffering. He has been without a father since he was a child. He started working and running around for the family when he was six years old. Just thinking about it makes people feel sad. Although other children at this age also started working, they would not shoulder the heavy work of the family. Chen Mo ran to the city by himself at the age of six to seek medical treatment for himself.

"It's okay, mother, don't the village head and the old man still have them?" Chen Mo didn't want to make his mother cry. He took the sewing that his mother had made these days and smiled: "Are these for the Jinxiufang in the city?"

"Yes." Chen's mother nodded. These sewings were usually sold by others. Since Chen Mo was going this time, he could just send them to save trouble for others.

"Don't worry, mother, I will definitely return before sunset!" Chen Mo carefully put away the sewings and smiled at Chen's mother.

"Well, when you go out, listen to the village head more and don't be reckless. My son is smart, but he should not be stubborn. The county town is different from this village. People are treacherous. My son should not trust others blindly." Chen's mother advised.

Chen Mo didn't think he was very smart. His performance so far was all given by the immortal. He was young and didn't quite understand what treacherous people were. He just nodded but didn't listen.

"It's getting late. I'm going to find my grandfather first." Chen Mo bowed to his mother, turned around, put a bag of corn on his back, said goodbye to his mother, and ran towards the village head's house.

The village head found a donkey cart and gathered five or six villagers who were going to the city. They were all strong hunters. Everyone held a fork or a stick as a weapon. It was said that the outside world was not peaceful in recent years. Although this section of the road was not far, they would occasionally encounter some lone bandits.

"Aunt, Uncle Wang, Uncle Cai..." When Chen Mo arrived, everyone was ready to go out, and he hurried forward to greet everyone one by one.

"I thought you were going to sleep." Uncle Wang's man smiled and took the bag on Chen Mo's back, and said in surprise: "Wow, this weight is not light, one stone, right?"

"Almost." Chen Mo nodded. He didn't dare to look Uncle Wang in the eye, always feeling that he would be beaten in the next moment.

(One stone in the Han Dynasty was about 27 catties, the measurement unit was different, one catty in the Han Dynasty was about half a catty now. I remember that I carried 20 catties when I was a child, and it was tiring, but I could carry it. Children who do farm work all year round should have more strength and endurance than I did at that time)

"If you have some strength, you may be a general in the future!" Uncle Wang helped Chen Mo put the bag of corn on the car, smiling.

"How can a general be a person of our background?" Uncle Cai shook his head and said to Chen Mo, "Little dung boy, you can get in the car too."

"If all the elders don't sit down, how can I sit down?" Chen Mo shook his head.

"How can you, a child, compare with us?" Uncle Wang smiled and said, "Hurry up and get in the car."

Chen Mo's attitude was very resolute. He wanted everyone to treat him as an adult, not a child. Moreover, he had been to the county seat when he was six years old, so he didn't need anyone's pity.

"Let him go with us. This kid is very stubborn." Li Zheng shook his head and said, "He has been to the county seat since he was six years old and can run."

Seeing Li Zheng, several other people had already spoken, so they could only give up.

A journey of thirty miles is normal for people in this era who are always on the move, but Chen Mo, a child who has not yet grown up, can follow everyone all the way without complaining or tired. Make everyone marvel.

Xiaqiu County used to be a marquis state, but later it was downgraded to a county for some unknown reason. Chen Mo once heard his mother tell some stories about the past. About two hundred years ago, when Wang Mang usurped power, he changed the place to Guisi County, and later changed it back. , affiliated to Linhuai County.

Chen Mo didn't know why he changed his name in the first place, but the past events didn't have much to do with him. Although he came here once when he was six years old, he was so busy and anxious at the time that he didn't have time to care about how good this county was. Now looking at that The city wall, which is as high as three people, is also a bit amazing. This city wall looks much more majestic than the fence.