nyslfriends Chapter 5 Old Gao's Knife
Chapter 5 Old Gao's Knife
Yang Silang did not make a hasty choice. Before activating the Rejuvenation Divine Power, he patiently and carefully studied the other divine powers.
The more I look at it, the brighter my eyes become.
These supernatural abilities are all very practical, and some can even be effective against those below the martial arts master level.
Don't underestimate the value of martial arts masters. According to his understanding, several top martial arts schools in Gongzhou Prefecture have Iron Bone Masters in charge, who are highly respected figures to porters.
Being a porter is just a lowly profession. With the blessing of the inscription, even if one honestly works like a beast of burden and doesn't cause trouble, one is still afraid of natural disasters and man-made calamities.
With these supernatural abilities, one at least has a certain degree of self-protection, and if pushed to the limit, one also has the power to resist.
Moreover, although the water inscription can speed up his recovery from his injuries, it only adds to his basic physical stats. Given his current poor physical condition, the daily boost to recovery will likely be limited, and Song with the slanted eyes is eager to get him back to work.
But the Rejuvenation Technique is different; it can restore one's original state and can be used five times a day. It is effective for injuries and illnesses of martial arts masters and below.
This stuff is definitely better than the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill, and you can use it five times a day.
Yang Silang knew that his injuries were not incurable diseases, but rather that his organs were damaged, there was blood stasis inside, and he was malnourished.
Or to sum it up in one word, it's poverty.
This is a terrible disease of poverty that can drag people down.
With five treatments a day, what's there to be afraid of? Are you still worried about your injuries not healing?
No matter what Song with the slanted eyes is up to, he'll definitely be disappointed!
"Choose Rejuvenation!"
"use!"
Yang Silang did not hesitate and silently recited in his heart.
brush!
The Rejuvenation Divine Power flashed green, other divine powers disappeared, and then the Rejuvenation light turned gray, displaying 4/5 usage count.
Yang Silang closed his eyes and felt a surge of heat rising in his chest and abdomen. His whole body felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, feeling lazy and comfortable. A pure and primal energy arose from nowhere and spread throughout his body, making him feel warm all over.
Ever since he was injured, he has always felt as if a large stone is lodged in his chest and abdomen, heavy and binding his hands and feet.
Now that the Rejuvenation Technique has been used, it takes effect instantly, and the invisible boulder melts away considerably in a flash.
Looking at the light screen again, his lifespan and stamina are now enhanced by inscriptions, with base values of 60 and 55 respectively. However, after this healing spell, his base values have changed.
The base lifespan jumps from 60 to 63, and the stamina jumps from 55 to 60, and then increases by another 20% with the help of inscriptions.
"it works!"
Yang Silang was overjoyed. He tried it and found that there was a cooldown period of about one cup of tea after using the Rejuvenation Technique.
After carefully sensing his body, Yang Silang was certain that with a few more uses of the Rejuvenation Technique, his former healthy body would be completely restored—no, it might even go further!
Yang Silang was overjoyed. If this were the case, he would be able to carry heavy loads at the dock in ten days without the help of his fellow villagers. He was not afraid. If he could earn fifty coins a day, he could gradually pay off all the loan sharks and other people's debts.
A smile appeared on his face, and he moved with the speed of the wind. Now he had hope for the future!
With a hemp rope carrying pole slung over his shoulder, Yang Silang walked up and down the steps for more than half an hour, his head held high. He followed the roadside through many alleys and lanes until he reached the edge of a crooked shantytown.
This is where he and his sister stayed. It's close to the inner city, and the rent is cheap, so it's mostly inhabited by people from the lower class like him.
He was about to slip into the alley when he caught a glimpse of a vendor packing up in a nearby alley.
Yang Silang's heart stirred. He went over and bargained for a while. The other party nodded with a troubled expression and handed over an item. Yang Silang carefully took out a copper coin and handed it over. The money and goods were settled.
He carefully put the things into his arms before turning back into the shantytown. Sewage flowed everywhere under his feet, and he skillfully avoided several puddles with his straw sandals. He turned into a courtyard surrounded by a fence. The courtyard was narrow in the middle and surrounded by a circle of houses, making it a large tenement.
People were coming and going, mostly tenants like Yang Silang who rented rooms here. They would nod and force a smile when they met.
Life here is hard and tiring, and people don't want to talk much and waste their energy.
A large man approached from the opposite direction, bending over and pushing a waterwheel; he was a water carrier.
"Brother Hong..." Yang Silang was in high spirits today because of a happy occasion, and greeted his neighbor loudly.
"Little Si..." Brother Hong responded, and as Yang Silang turned into the courtyard, he thought to himself, "This sickly Silang looks so energetic today, with a ruddy complexion."
Yang Silang entered the courtyard and saw a thatched hut on the side with its door ajar, and it seemed as if someone was peeking out from inside.
Outside the door.
A burly man in a short blue shirt, deliberately exposing most of his arms with tattoos showing, stood guard at the door. He had a thin, long face with a fierce look on his face.
Yang Silang frowned slightly upon seeing him and called out softly, "Master Dao."
Old Gao was a gang leader employed by the money exchange; it was said he had practiced martial arts for several years.
If the debts lent out by the money shop cannot be recovered, it is Gao Laodao who will step in and threaten the aggrieved party with a small knife. He can always squeeze oil out of a stone and has a bad reputation.
Normally, Gao Laodao doesn't come in person; he only sends his men to collect debts. I don't know why he's waiting at the door today.
"Fourth Brother!" Old Gao grinned at Yang Silang, his gleaming teeth flashing like a weasel baring its teeth at a chicken. "Isn't it time to settle today's accounts?"
He pulled out several stacks of paper and an inkwell from his pocket.
After unfolding several stacks of paper, the first thing on the left, written in red ink, was the loan interest and repayment period. On the right side, there were dozens of vertical columns, with twenty characters already written on them. The bottom of the first few sheets of paper had handprints on them, indicating that the accounts for the day had been settled.
"Master Dao... is ready..." Yang Silang answered softly, took out his money bag from his pocket, carefully laid out twenty copper coins one by one, paid the money, had his handprint made, and pressed his fingerprint.
Seeing a fresh fingerprint on the stamp paper, Gao Laodao took twenty coins, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, and grabbed Yang Silang's wrist.
"Fourth son..."
"Think about what your brother told you before."
"A mere girl, unable to earn money, just eating and drinking like this, will ruin you, not to mention your body that can't even take care of itself."
"As long as you agree, you'll have money for medical treatment, live comfortably, and have the opportunity to start a family and have children in the future."
"You're the only son of the Yang family; the family line can't end with you..."
"Brother can give you an extra five qian of silver, but the price won't be the same in a few days!"
Crunch, crunch.
Sweat streamed down Yang Silang's forehead.
The rumors are true; Gao Laodao really did practice martial arts!
He felt as if an iron clamp was clamped around his wrist, constantly tightening and compressing, causing his bones to creak and groan under the strain.
Old Gao wore a huge ring on his finger, which, with its powerful support, made it look like a brass knuckle duster, allowing him to exert three times the effect with just one unit of force.
Yang Silang forced a smile and slowly shook his head.
"Master Dao, let me think about it some more!"
"It's just a bite to eat, you can squeeze it out, after all, she's my own sister."
"Let go of my brother!"
The door behind them slammed open, and a thin figure rushed out, clutching Yang Silang's wrist and weeping.