Chapter 5: Aftermath of the White Bone Manual

  The bedroom of Liangshan is over 20 square meters, much stronger than the snail room of less than 10 square meters in modern society.

  A three-paneled screen with a landscape painting of mountains and water occupies one-third of the room, surrounded by mosquito netting because it's summer. In front of the bed is a low table with curved legs, where people place their feet after removing their shoes before getting into bed.

  Against the window was a large desk, with a simple and unadorned style, its edges carved with simple lotus patterns. On it were placed the Four Treasures of the Study, an inkstone and brush that weren't particularly valuable, but which suited the humble status of the household.

  In the dead of night, moonlight poured down and entered through the window. Liangshan's heart surged with emotions, thinking to himself, "Has it really come to this, that I've arrived in another world?"

  Liangshan was lying in bed on his first night at university, unable to fall asleep.

  The same emotions, but with a qualitative difference.

  Liangshan was used to waking up every day with a warm body beside him, but now the ancient moon outside the window shines alone on the person of the future, embracing red and green is no longer there, only wandering and wandering again.

  Having crossed over into the world of Liang Zhu is an indisputable fact, but Liang Shan still has a kind of dazed feeling.

  That tall man is called a living Buddha by locals, but he doesn't acknowledge it, only saying that he's just a practitioner.

  Liangshan went alone to the highest plateau in the world, far away from the hustle and bustle, with the intention of listening to the heavenly music. He heard a herdsman mention the living Buddha, who lived for 300 years, and Liangshan was suddenly inspired to visit him.

  Liáng Shān finally found the Living Buddha.

  Liangshan plays the violin, and Huofo recites scriptures; two people who seem worlds apart yet blend together seamlessly.

  The last living Buddha said that Liangshan would have no way to escape his fate. Liangshan asked for an explanation, and the living Buddha gave him a blessing. The living Buddha said that he had accidentally obtained this one seed, even he didn't know what it was, but as soon as Liangshan came, it shone brightly in his heart, showing that he had a connection with Liangshan, so he gave it to him.

  The world is changed by karma, believe in Liangshan.

  If it weren't for Su Ya, he would have nothing to do with the violin all his life; if not for the violin, how could he be connected to "Liang Zhu"? Such a chain of causes and conditions led him to where he is now in the world of Liang Zhu.

  Can I still go back? Liang Shan couldn't help but think.

  Although he was still lonely in that world, everything was familiar to him and everything was easy for him. Even some high-ranking noblewomen could be easily won over by him, the kind of stimulation, the taste, although it left no trace after one night, but at the moment it was as strong as wine. Life is like this, and that's enough. And here, not to mention others, would Ma Wencai's wife dare to flirt with Liangshan? Absolutely a tragic fate like being thrown into a pig cage.

  No need to mention the distant past, let's just talk about Zhu Ying Tai, his nominal fiancée. Liang Shan can feel her inner rejection of him, but she has no choice as it is an arrangement made by their parents. Liang Shan thought about this and couldn't help but burst out laughing, haha, what a pity there's no wine to burn his intestines.

  A faint but clear humming noise came over.

  This was a real and clear voice, interrupting Liangshan's daydream. Liangshan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and hastily put on his clothes and rushed out of the bedroom.

  The mother's room in the main house was still lit up, with a faint light from only one bean oil lamp hanging quietly on the wall.

  Under the lamp light, Mother Liang Yang was spinning thread, one hand grasping the spindle, slowly rotating it, while the other hand pulled out threads and wound them up. The old lady's hands were like old tree bark, wrinkled, and Liang Shan stared blankly, suddenly wanting to give himself a big slap in the face.

  Liangshan Bo's expensive study and extravagant lifestyle in the academy were all spun out by Old Lady's hands.

  Liangshan has never felt such a strong sense of motherly love as he does today. Suddenly, Liangshan feels that at this moment he is truly alive in the truest sense.

  "Son, are you outside?" came out in a hoarse voice from Liang Yang's wife.

  Liáng Shān walked in, took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the couch, saying: "Mother, I'll watch you spin thread."

  Li Yang looked at Liang Shan for a moment, her son had changed a lot this time back. Li Yang was delighted, her son now knew how to consider others.

  As for the fields, houses and ancestral properties, Liang Yangshi didn't actually care about them. As long as a person could "stand up", they wouldn't have to worry about anything. Liang Yangshi's expression was kind and gentle, saying: "You should go to sleep now."

  "No, Mother, however long you spin, I'll guard for just as long." Liang Shan refused.

  "Alright alright, that's all for now, I'm going to sleep right away."

  Liáng Shān saw the old lady's eyes redden, and she even wanted to lower her head in fear of him seeing. Liáng Shān felt a pang in his heart; as a son, he had only spoken a few words of concern, yet it had moved the elderly woman so much.

  When she saw her son, Liang Yang was both moved and heartbroken. She got up and stopped spinning, pushing her son back to the room to sleep.

  It's late at night, and all around is quiet.

  The city's deep night, even if everything is quiet, there is still a strong noise background, it's just that people are used to it. But here, it's really quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing.

  Liangshan was tossing and turning on his bed, unable to fall asleep. His mother's face had a hint of worry that she couldn't hide. She was worried about tomorrow.

  Liangshan beat up Liang Ziqiang, it was a relief but he won't let it go without revenge. What will happen tomorrow? Liangshan doesn't know, but no matter what, he won't hide behind his mother's back again, now he is the master of this house!

  Liang Shan found it strange how quickly he had assimilated, perhaps because all along he had yearned for a mother like this.

  As a minor official, this was not his ideal, and teaching did not suit him either. The silver owed to Liangziqiang needed to be resolved urgently. Liangshan racked his brains, thinking about what good business could make him rich immediately. However, in the end, there was no clue, Liangshan didn't think about it anymore, and instead focused on practicing diligently.

  The sky was still dark, between the heavens and the earth a line of light and darkness, Liangshan suddenly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

  Liangshan got up, washed and dressed, and came out of the room. Suddenly, a white shirt fluttered at the gate, as if there was a fragrance secretly attacking, it turned out that Zhu Yingtai had walked in from outside.

  "English girl?!" Liang Shan was somewhat surprised.

  Ying Tai was also surprised to see Liang Shan and said: "Shan Ge, so early?"

  Liang Shan was like being doused with a bucket of cold water, his face turned somewhat pale, and his lips trembled.

  He practiced all night, completely forgetting himself, even thunder wouldn't wake him up. Could it be that Ying Tai's sister sneaked out at night to have a secret meeting with someone and only came back now? It's worth noting that Liangshan is familiar with the business of secretly meeting in private, seeing others' heads covered in green oil is pleasant, but when it happens to oneself, it's miserable.

  "Oh, Shang Ge, I went to the mountain and picked some fresh tea leaves, Auntie likes to drink them." As she spoke, Zhu Ying Tai turned around the basket behind her, and indeed it was a basket of tea leaves. Tea is ancient tea, that is, tea leaves.

  Liangshan secretly let out a breath of relief and asked again, "So early to pick?"

  Ying Tai Dao said: "This morning there was fog. It's best to pick at this time. If you wait until the fog has dispersed, it won't be good."

  Yunwu tea? Does Zhu Ying Tai understand this too? Liang Shanzhen calmed down and said: "Thank you, wise sister."

  Yu Wei nodded slightly and turned into the right wing of the house.

  Liáng Shān gazed at Zhù Yīngtái's swaying figure, thinking that his sister-in-law was not only sexy but also good at taking care of children. His heart felt a surge of heat, and he couldn't wait for her to become his wife soon, so they could sleep together every night; just thinking about it made him feel wonderful.

  Liangshan's mouth began to water, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and suddenly a vision of Ma Wenshu lying in a coffin with an icy expression flashed through his mind. Immediately, Ma Wenshu's entire face was covered in festering pus. "Ah!" Liangshan shouted, jumping up straight away. Liangshan hastily shook his head, and after a while the nauseating scene finally disappeared from his mind.

  Liáng Shān's complexion turned bad, no way, towards women outside of his wife and concubines who had not undergone the grand ritual of human relationships, sexual fantasies and impulses would immediately conjure up scenes of rotting corpses in his mind!

  Liangshan was stunned. Wasn't this forcing him to marry a girl he had taken a liking to? In short, don't think about the past cohabitation before marriage.

  Liáng Shān's dazed appearance in the courtyard was seen by Zhù Yīngtái from her room. She couldn't help but let out a sigh, and her dislike for Liáng Shān grew even stronger.

  It was said that he had been pestering Miss Ma's family for a long time, and in the end, he lost everything and became a laughing stock of the Twelve Linked Cities. Such a man was not someone that Zhū Yīngtái was willing to marry. However, with the engagement already set, Zhū Yīngtái had no choice but to accept her fate.

  Yesterday, Liangshan beat up the second uncle, but Zhu Yingtai looked at him with admiration. No matter how much of a rascal this person is, he is still filial. A person who has filial piety can cover up a hundred ugly traits. However, seeing his expression this morning, his old mannerisms have returned. At the time of their grand wedding, Zhu Yingtai wonders if he will agree to her own requirements. Thinking about this, Zhu Yingtai's heart is in disarray.

  All day long, Liangshan thought about his plan to get rich.

  Liáng Shān originally thought it would be easy, with the technological knowledge of the 21st century, there should be a way to get rich quickly, but the difficulty lies in getting rich quickly.

  Now that tofu is available, consider stinky tofu or fermented bean curd, but these strong-tasting foods may not be to the taste of people in this era. How about making distilled liquor? In an era when grain was extremely precious, privately brewing liquor was a capital offense, don't even think about it... Liangshan thought of various ways to make a living, but none of them seemed reliable.

  Sitting in the study, Liangshan holds a pen and draws, before long the sun sets in the west. Distant bell sounds suddenly ring out three times, each one more urgent than the last.

  The ancestral hall holds a meeting, and when there is a major event within the clan that needs to be discussed, three strikes of the bell are sounded.

  "Quickly go, be careful!" Liang Yang's expression changed as she said in the main room.

  Liangshan's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his mind.

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