Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 250: Money makes people give up their dignity
As for how long he could live, Li Si made a simple estimate.
His martial arts skills have now reached the peak, and he may be a little worse than the old monk, but the difference is only due to the accumulation of time. Anyone who has reached this level of martial arts can live for about 300 to 400 years. He is over 40 years old this year. Excluding the 100 years he gave back to the old monk, he still has about 200 years to live.
Two hundred years...
In the seemingly empty backyard, Li Si sat alone under the eaves, looking at the sunset with no birds in sight until the sunset faded away.
How to get through such a long period of time?
Li Si sat there for a long time, finally smiled bitterly and shook his head. His heart was really old. Even though he still tried his best to maintain a young mentality that could still love and hate, it was undeniable that the heart beating in his chest was now a rotten wood. It was difficult to have too many waves, and it was difficult to have any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness.
When one becomes indifferent to everything and has no more great sorrow or great joy, perhaps one is no longer like a human being.
But what can he do? Li Si is still alive. He wants to try out what the old monk said about having a clear conscience. He also hopes to live a life of relief, rather than die with a heart full of guilt and regret. This is also the reason why he adopted those children. He wants to try to get a result that can relieve himself.
But what does it take to be relieved? Perhaps when a person has nothing to owe to the world, he can be relieved. Or perhaps, when a person has tried his best to live once, he can be relieved.
I don’t know whether Li Si has lived his best, but for a man like him, the fact that he is still alive now is probably already a result of doing his best.
He couldn't let go of his wife from his previous life, he killed his mentor in this life with his own hands, he had no worries, but he was still alive.
Sometimes even he didn't know why he was still alive. Perhaps it was because he had promised his wife that if he could live again, he would take her to see all the mountains and rivers.
Or maybe it was because the old monk was still asking for a way to live for him before he died.
But Li Si was really tired, he was really very tired...
Under the setting sun, Li Si slowly leaned against the railing beside him. After a long while, he could not open his mouth but could not utter a long sigh. Only the iron sword in his arms felt cold.
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Today is Zhang Shaner's fifth day living in Wenlai Villa. It can be said that he never thought he could live such a life. He can have a warm bed when he goes to bed and a cooked meal when he gets up. In the morning, he reads and writes with a group of children, and in the afternoon, he practices martial arts under the guidance of his teacher. In the evening, everyone sits together to enjoy the cool air, chat, laugh and play.
For the first time, he felt that he was so satisfied with his life that he didn't even want to ask for more. As long as it continued like this, there was no need to change anything. Everything was enough.
Everything was just right, his brothers and sisters were very kind to him, and it was only after he settled down here that he realized that the children here were all beggars and abandoned children brought back by his master from all over the country. This made him put aside his last bit of worry and completely integrate into Zhuangzi's life.
The teacher was also very good to him, which was understandable. All the children, including him, felt that the teacher was the best person in the world. Although his temper was a little off at times, the teacher was handsome, knowledgeable, skilled in martial arts, and kind-hearted. How could such a person not be the best person in the world?
When she had free time, Zhang Shaner's favorite thing to do was to sit quietly beside her teacher, reading or practicing calligraphy.
Because Mr. is always very quiet around him, and there is also a faint smell of herbs that makes people feel calm, so he can always calm down and do these things. He is used to a life of displacement, so this kind of silent stability is the most precious thing for him.
For this, he was often rolled his eyes by his second brother Lian Qing, because Lian Qing's favorite thing to do was to lie down next to the teacher and doze off. Because of him, Lian Qing was often called up by the teacher to study together.
Lian Qing was the best martial artist among the children. Even the teacher said that he was a good martial artist. However, he was lazy and would never do 100% of something. Because of this, he was often criticized by the teacher. However, he never said anything back to the teacher.
As for the best student, it was his third sister Huiwen, because she had no name when she came, so the teacher gave her one. This made Zhang Shan very envious, because in his opinion, this name was much better than his own.
Huiwen doesn't like to talk. Except for questions asked by her husband, she usually only uses one or two words to answer others. But she is actually very kind-hearted. She is the one who takes care of her younger siblings the most. Occasionally, when her husband gives her some snacks, she will leave some for them.
Life in the villa was always peaceful until one day when the master suddenly called the five older children, including Zhang Shan, handed them several stacks of paper with some words printed on them, and asked them to distribute them in the city of Chang'an in the east.
"Handling trivial matters?" The eldest sister Li Qing took a piece of paper in her hand and looked at it, then looked at her husband in confusion, probably not understanding his plan. As mentioned before, she didn't have a surname, so after arriving at the villa, she had always used Li Si's surname.
"Yeah." Li Si rubbed his brows with a wry smile.
"It's time for our villa to use money. We can't just steal or rob, right?"
Although he used to do this business.
Wenlai Villa is in a good location. There is a small town at the foot of the mountain, where you can buy some daily necessities. If you go east, you will reach Chang'an City not far away. There are many dignitaries there. If you can do something there, you can basically make some money.
So Li Si came up with this idea. Since he didn't have any skills, he could just help others. As long as he didn't go against his conscience and helped others with some trivial matters and collected some money, he could have a stable income.
"Sir, if the villa needs money, we can go out to perform. Now we have some martial arts skills, so there is no need for you to show up in public."
The fourth brother Zhuang Cheng said this. He is tall and has a relatively honest personality, which can be said to be very consistent with his appearance.
"I'm not yet at the point where I need you to make money." Li Si said with a dark face, tapping Zhuang Cheng's forehead with his hand, then patted the yellow paper in front of them.
"Okay, take these to Chang'an City and distribute them, and also distribute some to the small town at the foot of the mountain. That's all you have to do today. Also, keep these silver coins for your journey, and remember to come back before nightfall."
The road to Chang'an City was not far, and these older children had some internal strength. Even Zhang Shan, who had just arrived, had been nurtured by Li Si with internal energy, and his physique was much better than that of ordinary people. In addition, they were all very stable, so Li Si was not worried about them being in danger on the way. As long as they didn't play around in the city and forget the time, it would be fine.
Although Li Si could have gone by himself, he still had some acquaintances in Chang'an City. It would be inconvenient and embarrassing for him to go and distribute flyers by himself. So after thinking about it, he decided to let the children go, just to experience some different people and things. After all, they couldn't stay in the villa forever.
Before they could say anything more, Li Si waved his hand and smiled bitterly, persuading the children to leave.
On that day, yellow papers were distributed everywhere in Chang'an City, on which were written the words: Wenlai Villa, handling miscellaneous matters.
