Chapter 0002 Hope
Various signs indicate that my current brain is not like my original brain, but more like a computer.
He had a bold guess, could it be that Yitian had merged into his brain?
Although it's a bit bizarre, it's possible that he came back to life and possessed the body of a young eunuch who had just died.
He tried to control the speed of his brain, just like controlling the operating frequency of the supercomputer Yitian.
Slow, slower, slower.
He stared at the butterfly above the grass in the wasteland, trying to slow down his thinking while observing the butterfly.
Under the bright sunshine, two butterflies danced gracefully with brilliant colors, and their dancing speed was gradually increasing.
Not until its flying speed reached the speed he remembered did he heave a long sigh of relief, finally adjusting his thinking speed to the same as before.
He looked at Old Wang, who had been staring at him with a smile.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Old Wang asked with a smile, "Is it because things are changing too fast and you can't react?"
Li Chengkong clasped his fists and said, "I am Li Chengkong. May I know...?"
"Just call me Old Wang." Old Wang waved his hand: "I'll call you Chengkong. From now on, we will work and sweat together until I get sick and die. Then you can find someone to work with. Then, just like me, you will grow old, get sick, and die. Just live a peaceful life like this."
Li Chengkong was silent.
Old Wang said, "Chengkong, don't think too much. People can't fight against fate. How many people can rise to prominence and become powerful after entering the palace? That's the merits of their ancestors. Most people still live a hard life. Although it's a bit tiring and hard here, my heart is peaceful. I don't have to worry about anything and I can sleep peacefully!"
Li Chengkong nodded.
He could feel the unwillingness of his body, but now he was quite content. After all, being alive was a life earned in vain, so he might as well live a little longer.
Old Wang said with a smile: "I see that you haven't recovered well yet. Let's do less work today. Don't get too tired. Health is the most important thing... You are too thin, this won't do."
Li Chengkong looked down at himself.
His body was as thin as a stick and could be blown away by a gust of wind. He was not very tall and looked very fragile.
Although he was standing in the bright sunshine and the wind was warm, he still felt a slight chill, a chill caused by weakness.
Old Wang took out two pickaxes from the pinewood house and threw one aside: "Chengkong, you take a rest first."
He swung his pickaxe and began to dig the ground, again and again, digging up and turning over the weed-covered wasteland, exposing the grass roots to the sun.
After more than twenty strokes, Old Wang's breathing became heavy and sweat appeared on his forehead.
Li Chengkong felt embarrassed to sit idle, so he picked up a pickaxe and started working. After digging a few times, his arms became sore.
His back and buttocks still ached slightly; his injuries had not healed yet. More importantly, he was naturally weak.
Old Wang stopped, leaning on his pickaxe and said with a smile: "Don't be impatient, do it step by step. It will be hard at the beginning. Alas... I am really old, and my body is really not good enough..."
Li Chengkong asked: "Old Wang, have you ever practiced martial arts?"
According to what he remembered, martial arts were flourishing in this world, and even rich girls could meditate and practice Qigong.
However, the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. How can a poor family afford to practice martial arts? Once you practice martial arts, your appetite will increase greatly and you can't bear it.
The family of this body was poor. When he was ten years old, both his parents died. He was then selected by the county to enter the palace to undergo castration and become a eunuch.
However, after entering the palace for castration, even if one had practiced martial arts, it would be abolished. Even if it was not abolished, one could no longer practice. If a eunuch practiced martial arts, he would definitely go astray and die.
After entering the palace, without a certain rank, one is not qualified to practice martial arts.
"Dismissed." Old Wang smiled and said, "You were dismissed when you entered the Xiaoling Mausoleum. Did you offend Princess Qingming and get punished?"
Li Chengkong nodded.
He was secretly cheered up, because this showed that Old Wang knew martial arts!
Although Lao Wang’s martial arts skills have been destroyed, his brain has not been destroyed and he will never forget his martial arts skills!
"Princess Qingming does have a bad temper." Old Wang shook his head: "She has a very bad temper, but she has a kind heart ."
Li Chengkong changed the subject: "Old Wang, how did you get in?"
He had a kind heart, but his actions were not kind. This body had suffered so much, could it be explained away by saying he had a bad temper? He could feel the resentment lurking in his body.
"Alas..." Old Wang shook his head: "The past is too hard to look back on. Forget it, let's get on with our work!"
He continued to swing the pickaxe.
Li Chengkong also buried his head in his work.
Almost instinctively, he carefully felt the weight of the pickaxe, observed how deep it landed, the depth of the weed roots, and calculated at what height the pickaxe would be most efficient.
He constantly corrected his movements to make them more efficient and less labor-intensive.
Despite this, he only managed to hold the job for 18 days before his arms became sore and weak that the iron pickaxe became too heavy to lift.
He was sweating profusely. A gust of wind blew, making him shiver with cold.
Old Wang shook his head helplessly: "Young man, don't try to show off! Take a rest! If you fall ill again, you might even die!"
Li Chengkong let go of the pickaxe and turned his arm.
After a short rest, he started swinging the pickaxe again.
He worked for a while and rested for a while, and his short brown linen shirt became wet and dry, dry and wet again, over and over again. His palms were blistered and then rubbed until they bled.
Despite being tired, in pain and exhausted, he remained calm. These sufferings were nothing compared to death, and he knew he would get used to it soon.
Old Wang looks strong, but he is actually unable to do any work. He needs to rest for a long time after working for a while.
Li Chengkong could see that he was being lazy and didn't say much.
Someone brought him food at noon and in the evening. It consisted of two dishes, a soup and a few steamed buns. It was salty and tasted bad, but he was tired and hungry, so he ate it all the same, wolfing it down.
As dusk fell and the lights came on, they left the vegetable field and dragged their tired bodies down the mountain.
When walking back to the yard along the gravel path, Lao Wang separated from him halfway. He had his own yard.
As soon as he entered the yard, he found it was very lively.
There were dozens of eunuchs in the yard, all of them with bare chests showing their muscular body. Some of them were sitting beside wooden basins washing clothes, while others were directly washing their bodies with water.
Regardless of their height, they were all strong and muscular, and my skinny body didn't fit in.
When they saw him come in, the yard became quiet for a moment, then returned to normal, everyone went about their own business and ignored him.
Li Chengkong returned to his room.
There are four beds in the room, and three people are already there. Two are playing chess, and one is lying on the bed reading a book.
"Are you back? Li Chengkong, you're really lucky!" The fair-skinned young man who was flipping through a book smiled gently, kindly and warmly.
The other two who were playing chess also stopped and came over to look at him.
"Are you on the same team with Old Wang? Hey, after all the hardship, this old man finally found a partner. Li Chengkong, you've been ripped off!"
"What did Old Wang do wrong?" Li Chengkong was not shy and sat down on the couch and asked with a smile.
"You are so weak that you can't work at all. You are also notorious for being cunning and treacherous. Who doesn't know that? You were tricked by Chief Qin!"
Li Chengkong said: "Is Old Wangtou okay?"
At least Old Wangtou wouldn't throw tantrums at him, show off his seniority, or take advantage of his age. He was already very content with that.
What's more, Old Wangtou knows martial arts. If I want to practice martial arts, I have to rely on Old Wangtou.
After practicing martial arts, I became stronger and could work better and faster, and Old Wangtou could save more energy, so as long as I found a way, I would have no problem prying Old Wangtou's mouth open.
The Dharma is not easily passed on, but it does depend on human effort.
