Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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"Then you can just call me Mo Jiang." Mo Jiang didn't care much about how he was addressed, or rather, for college students in the 21st century, the simpler the address, the better.

"So I'm curious, why open a shop here?"

From the perspective of economics and management students, the guy who came up with the idea of ​​opening a shop in a place with no customer traffic and a bandit's den nearby would be suspected of being an incomplete humanoid.

In their business management department, students have to kneel down to listen to lectures!

"This one……"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Wanji's face. "It cost a lot to establish Sihaibaohang and open up multiple acquisition channels. We don't have the money to open a store in a big city anymore, so we can only open a store on our own land first to recoup some funds."

"Wait, our own land?"

Mo Jiang felt that he had heard some very important information.

“Yes.” Wanji nodded and drew a large circle with his hand. “Several hills nearby belong to me, and I have official land deeds to prove it.”

As he spoke, Wanji shook his head helplessly, “Unfortunately, I didn’t have much money at the time, so I couldn’t get any good land. Only this place near the official road was suitable for opening a shop. The other hills didn’t produce much.”

That's what they say, but for a 21st-century Chinese person, owning a piece of land is simply a dream come true.

Not much output?

But it's still a piece of land!

I only have one warehouse, and it's rented!

Hey!

Damn landlords!

In an instant, Mo Jiang's face twisted with jealousy.

But he quickly realized, "Wait, how could the government give you so much land?"

The government would never allow mere merchants to own a few mountain strongholds. The traditional social hierarchy of "scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants" was not just a casual saying. Based on Mo Jiang's understanding of the feudal era, if it was a good piece of land, even if it was left uncultivated, it would not be available for merchants to buy.

As for owning several mountain peaks that form a large area?

Which merchant would dare to mention this to the officials? In a few days, his family property would be confiscated, and his entire family would be ruined.

36. A bottle of cola costs three yuan, and a serving of braised pork trotter rice costs over ten yuan.

"A few years ago, the Yellow River breached its banks, and disaster victims from four provinces fled their hometowns. Furthermore, rebel armies rose up everywhere, and the officials in the city became arrogant and domineering."

Even the salary of a seventh-rank official is not enough to feed and clothe his family.

They'll give the land to whoever pays them, even if it's in the middle of nowhere.

Upon hearing this, Mo Jiang's eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly. It seemed that this world was not a safe place after all.

The Yellow River breaching its banks, in times of peace and prosperity, would be a turning point for a dynasty; in times of decline, it would be the beginning of chaos, enough to lead to a change of dynasty.

Judging from Wanji's words, the government's control over the people is weakening.

"Oh, right." Wanji suddenly remembered something, "I may have to leave for a while to replenish Baoxing's goods."

Wanji only had a few items left, and he had given them all to Mojiang. If Sihai Baohang wanted to continue operating, he would definitely need to continue to purchase more goods.

Mo Jiang's investment in sugar, salt, and mirrors enabled him to quickly establish a foothold in the city, but Wan Ji clearly did not want all of Si Hai Bao Hang's goods to be supplied by Mo Jiang.

As he spoke, Wanji took out a set of keys and handed them to Mo Jiang, saying, "Brother Mo, if you don't have a place to stay yet, you can make do here for now. If anyone comes to visit, you can use the name of Sihai Baoxing to show off your business."

“I may not stay here forever.” Mo Jiang thought for a moment and gave his partner a heads-up, “You know, the trade routes for goods are very complicated.”

At the same time, he took out the goods from his bag and handed them to Wanji, saying, "Here, these are samples. You can try to sell them to people when you have the chance. Just leave me a note here to let me know how many you need."

Mo Jiang was not yet familiar with this era, so the sales work was naturally handed over to Wan Ji. The two discussed the pricing, and Mo Jiang then discovered that Wan Ji had a good understanding of the prices of everyday items.

Wanji's pricing wasn't as outrageous as that of Broken Sword Yao Guang. He at least had some understanding of this area and wasn't someone who was lazy, ignorant of farming, or mistook seedlings for weeds.

The college student, who was having wild entrepreneurial fantasies in his basement and was having a mental high while punching Jack Ma and Pony Ma, also knew that a bottle of Coca-Cola cost three yuan and a serving of braised pork trotters cost more than ten yuan.

That's good, then Mo Jiang doesn't need to specifically remind the other party not to sell white sugar at the price of a magic pill.

Wanji set off for a nearby town before nightfall that day, but Mojiang suspected that he thought Sihai Baoxing's location was too remote and he couldn't endure the hardship, so he took the opportunity to leave the shop-keeping job to Mojiang.

However, for Mojiang, this was actually a good thing, since if Wanji stayed here often, the chances of discovering the anomalies in the woodshed would greatly increase.

……

The following day, Mo Jiang was having a phone conversation with the organizers of the comic convention in a modern warehouse.

The organizers invited the Hanfu Club to attend the event. The Hanfu Club is quite well-known in the circle. The men in the group are all tall and strong. When they stand there wearing armor, they look like an organized armed violent group.

Even in the world of full-armor combat, twenty sets of genuine armor are considered a rare type.

Commercially, the female members of the Hanfu club are much more famous than the male members.

The female group, who are required by sponsors to showcase the ethereal beauty of Hanfu, has always been the face of the Hanfu Club at the University of Science and Technology.

Although Mo Jiang stepped down as president, that was to fulfill his duty to the principal. Until a new president is appointed, he will still be in charge of handling business collaborations with the outside world.

Even if the principal finds out about it later, there's nothing he can say.

"Okay, okay, okay, I understand."

Mo Jiang nodded repeatedly, assuring the organizer on the other end of the phone, "Please rest assured, we have cooperated with many companies before, and we know the rules."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Jiang quickly created a chat group by tapping his fingers, adding Ah Long, Ah Hui, and the person with the ID "Female Group Leader" to the group.

"A comic convention organizer contacted us to perform. The event is in two months. The organizer sent the requirements to the group chat. We asked them to see what they needed and make a list."

Ah Long, please list the required expenses and wages.

"We'll discuss this in detail after I go home and reflect on my actions."

After the three people in the chat group responded with "Understood," they didn't say anything more. They knew Mo Jiang's style of doing things, and they also took this time to calculate the needs of the event.

……

After Skaritz assigned Henry and the others their training tasks for the day, Mo Jiang, accompanied by five hunting dogs, pushed open the door leading to Sihai Baoxing.

The threat from Crouching Tiger Stronghold has been eliminated; today he plans to deal with the surrounding wild animals.

Wanji went out to buy goods and probably won't be back for a while, so Mojiang can't focus all his attention on this.

Therefore, the best approach is to first eliminate any wild animals in the vicinity that might threaten the coordinates.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Mo Jiang felt as if the door had hit something. He quickly looked over and found a child of about ten years old lying on the ground.

"Damn, how did I bump into someone?"

Mo Jiang was surprised that someone other than himself would approach this remote place, so he quickly went forward to try to help the fallen child up.

"Little kid, you didn't... Ouch!"

The moment Mo Jiang's palm touched the other person's arm, he felt a blast of icy water splash on his face, and he immediately shivered.

It was cold and hard.

Mo Jiang felt that this child was colder than frozen pork pulled out of a cold storage; he was already frozen solid.

His entire body was bluish-black.

Who is this person?

The question appeared in Mo Jiang's mind for less than a second before disappearing. His powerful mental strength allowed him to sense that the child in front of him was in danger.

If we don't do something, this child will die.

His eyes sharpened instantly, and he entered a state of calm, suppressing all unnecessary emotions.

All his jumbled thoughts were cut off, leaving only the single thought of saving people in his mind.

Through his spiritual power, Mo Jiang could sense that the child's life force was constantly fading away. If life were a flame, then this child was left with only a flickering, weak flame.

Without any hesitation, Lazarus potion was poured directly into the child's mouth. The moment the potion entered the child's throat, it added fuel to the flame of life, causing it to burn again.

But that wasn't enough. Mo Jiang knew that this was only a temporary measure to keep him alive with the Lazarus medicine. If he didn't receive proper treatment, the medicine would wear off and he would still be beyond saving.

He immediately took out the calendula medicine and poured it directly into the child's mouth.

The fact that the child's body is stiff has one advantage: his mouth and jaw are not closed tightly, making it easier to pour in medicine.

After taking a bottle of potent calendula potion, in Mo Jiang's spiritual vision, along with the gentle replenishment of life force, the flame symbolizing the child's life force suddenly grew larger, but it quickly shrank as if blown away by a cold wind.

Great, I'm not worried about the effect being small, I'm just worried about it not being effective at all.

Without hesitation, Mo Jiang took out another marigold potion and gave it to the child. He didn't have much else on him, but he had quite a lot of marigold potions.

The inventory contains over three hundred bottles of potent and Henry-grade marigold potions.

Therefore, his idea was very simple.

Continuous health loss?

Then I'll keep giving you the calendula potion and see if you lose the potion faster or if the calendula potion replenishes it faster.

With three hundred bottles of medicine, even if he only had a breath left, Mo Jiang was confident he could save him.

The source of their confidence is nothing other than the three hundred health potions in the inventory of the hoarder players.

The amount in one bottle of calendula medicine is not much, but every three or four bottles that Mo Jiang poured in, he would also give the child an extra bottle of stomach medicine to help him digest quickly and prevent too much water from accumulating in his stomach.

When the bottles of calendula medicine had piled up to more than thirty on the ground, the unconscious child's body temperature finally began to return to normal, and his face began to regain color.

Mo Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt that he was soaked all over.

Because of his intense concentration, his body temperature gradually rose, and he began to sweat profusely, soaking most of his shirt.

This is a side effect of using mental energy intensively; simply replenishing fluids will resolve it.

But Mo Jiang always felt that this operating mode was like the host and graphics card cooling down.

Perhaps we should consider how to install an air-cooled or water-cooled system to speed up heat dissipation?

A thought inexplicably popped into Mo Jiang's mind.

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37. Determine global information and formulate mission objectives.

As Mo Jiang stood up, he suddenly heard a deliberately made cough.

Suddenly, I looked in the direction the sound came from and found that there was a person standing not far to my side.

This man was wearing a Taoist robe, which looked as if he hadn't washed it in a long time. His hair and beard were all white, and his beard reached his chest.

This was an old Taoist priest, but the moment Mo Jiang saw him, all the muscles in his body involuntarily tensed up.

Mo Jiang exerted all his mental power, but even so, he could only sense the presence of the child on the ground.

As for the old Taoist priest in front of him, apart from his eyes being able to see him, all of his sensory organs were reporting that there was no one in the area.

Master!

An absolutely strong one.

Mo Jiang didn't know how the world judged the strong and the experts, but he knew that someone who was beyond his perception was definitely the most terrifying force he had ever faced.

His eyes lost all emotion, and his brain worked at full speed to calculate the possible attack routes the other party might launch.

His body was slightly lowered, his muscles tensed like springs accumulating kinetic energy, ready to release it and explode completely at any moment.

The Broken Sword Yao Guang in the inventory can appear in the palm of the hand at any time, about to unleash its strongest killing move.

but……

A finger silently touched Mo Jiang's back, and he immediately felt as if he had been electrocuted. Then his whole body went numb, and all the tense muscles and accumulated strength dissipated in an instant.

“This brave man need not be so alarmed. I only came to find Wuji and saw that you were helping him, so I did not make a sound to disturb you.”

"I saw that Wuji was unharmed just now, so I spoke up to remind him. I didn't expect to disturb the brave warrior."

At this moment, the unconscious child slowly woke up. After seeing the old Taoist priest and then looking at himself sleeping on the ground, he immediately realized what had happened. "Grandmaster, I've had another attack?"

On the other side, after listening to the old Taoist's words, Mo Jiang's mind raced, and he immediately found the corresponding information in his memory through the keywords in the words.

He pointed at the child with a strange expression, "Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Wuxia of Wudang?"

Then he looked at the old Taoist priest again, "Zhang Sanfeng, the Master of Wudang Sect?"