Starting to Take Jobs

In the days that followed, Qin Wangchuan began to try his hand at blacksmithing.

The first job was placed by Uncle Lu.

A shovel.

Since they are acquaintances, we can't be careless.

He started with a meticulous attitude, thinking everything was ready, but when it came time to actually forge the iron, he realized that his preparations were far from sufficient.

I had to make several trips to the martial arts school just to get the molds; it was quite a hassle.

Fortunately, it was finally completed.

Qin Wangchuan looked at the shovel in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

But it only has a shovel head, no wooden handle.

This wasn't originally his job, but he still found a wooden stick, whittled it with the machete from the backyard, until it fit perfectly into the hole.

But that's not enough.

The wood has burrs on its surface, so it cannot be delivered like this.

He then went and bought some wax, applied it, and carefully baked it over a fire.

Wipe repeatedly with a cloth until the surface is smooth and moist.

That's perfect now.

Throughout the entire process, Qin Zhaoer stood by with her arms crossed and watched.

The White Deer lay at her feet, watching together.

At first, her face was full of disdain, her lips curled up, as if to say, "So what?"

But after Qin Wangchuan finished, she was the first to rush over and touch it.

"If others knew that the Qin Clan Divine Son was using a shovel here, they'd probably laugh their heads off." She tried it out, nodded, and then complained, "It feels a bit heavy."

While making sarcastic remarks, they also offered serious advice.

Qin Wangchuan had figured out Eighth Sister's personality, so he didn't say much and took it to try it out.

"Is there?"

"There's no rush, let's submit it first and see. If it's not good, we can rewrite it."

Qin Zhaoer quickly snatched it away, hugged it to her chest, tilted her head back, and arrogantly commanded, "Make one again, this one is for me."

"Hmm?" Qin Wangchuan found it somewhat amusing. "What do you need this for?"

"Nothing much, I just need one more at home, this one is for me."

Qin Wangchuan nodded helplessly. "Alright then."

In fact, Qin Zhaoer never intended to use it.

She brought the things home, placed them on the table, looked at them for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"Being a blacksmith is one thing, but the first thing you forge is a shovel... How childish."

"If we bring it back to the Immortal Court and say that it was made by Divine Son Qin himself, it could probably fetch an astronomical price, right?"

Despite saying that, Qin Zhaoer still obediently went out and bought a wooden box to put it away.

Despite claiming it's a terrible place, all I've encountered are terrible people.

Yet he treasured a shovel.

On the other side.

Qin Wangchuan made another one and sent it over; without any problems, the delivery was successful.

One hundred and twenty coins in hand.

The shovel head originally cost 100 coins, but I charged an extra 20 coins for the wooden handle.

We didn't make much money, but at least we made our first sale.

Soon, orders came in one after another.

One by one, acquaintances came to visit: Butcher Zhang wanted five knives made, Uncle Lu wanted a large pot made, and Manager Li from the paper shop still had the same few words on his plate.

The word "" alone looked too ugly, so I simply ordered the other three words.

We are not accepting orders from the martial arts school at the moment; we are only accepting orders from outside.

Even so, Qin Wangchuan felt he was overwhelmed.

When the Eldest Brother Jiang Zhuo found out, he sent a helper over.

Zhou Heng.

No one knows how Jiang Zhuo persuaded him, but Zhou Heng didn't say anything when he arrived, he just silently pumped the bellows.

One stepped on the ground, the other struck; their teamwork was surprisingly good.

It took a whole week and a half to finally finish getting these things done.

The income was 2,800 coins, roughly three taels of silver.

The iron and tools were all provided by the martial arts school; there were no costs involved, it was all pure profit.

However, this is only a temporary measure; it's impossible to keep getting iron from the martial arts school indefinitely.

Qin Wangchuan knew this in his heart.

Fortunately.

The White Deer not only brought back Spirit Grass, but also seemed to understand human speech. Every few days, it would bring back several pieces of iron ore, making the whole deer filthy.

Qin Wangchuan thanked it, but still told it not to see him off any further.

"We still need to smelt iron, that's too much trouble."

"Just buy it directly, it's easier."

Having finally finished the last order, Qin Wangchuan sat in the courtyard and let out a long sigh of relief.

Back in the Immortal Court, I could easily turn the world upside down with a flick of my wrist; I never thought about such trivial matters.

Iron materials need to be bought, molds need to be borrowed, delivery requires errands, and money collection requires accounting.

The lives of ordinary people, it turns out, are also a mountain.

It's not tall, but it feels intimidating.

While there was no work to do, Qin Wangchuan didn't sit idle either, and began to look through the books that Master Chen had given him earlier.

They're all just Great Dao.

He hadn't had high expectations, and he flipped through a few pages.

One of them caught my eye—"Nine Reflections of the Gentleman."

"When you see, think of clarity; when you hear, think of discernment; when you look, think of gentleness; when you appear respectful, think of courtesy; when you speak, think of loyalty; when you act, think of reverence; when you are in doubt, think of inquiry; when you are angry, think of the consequences; when you see gain, think of righteousness."

He had always understood these principles, but when he was in the Immortal Court, he never had time to think about them.

As I was looking, I sensed a presence approaching from outside the door.

Before the other party could knock on the door, Qin Wangchuan's voice rang out first:

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

Outside the door, Fan Yuan's raised hand froze in mid-air.

He gave a wry smile, thinking to himself: As expected of a teacher.

There is no evidence to prove that what Qin Wangchuan said is true, but there is also no evidence to prove that it is false.

Therefore, he held this young gentleman in high esteem.

--A tribute to the unknown.

Fan Yuan carried things in, mostly melons and fruits.

He put his things down, chatted for a few minutes, and then got down to business.

"Sir, I'm leaving now. I've come to say goodbye."

"Ever since I heard your words that night, my mind has been wandering aimlessly. This can't go on, so I've decided to continue my travels to find a way to break through this barrier."

"Breakthrough." Qin Wangchuan nodded.

To have cultivated to this level, one's mindset must be quite good.

"It's good to leave. The world is vast; I can see it all."

"I'm just a passerby; there's no need to take those words to heart."

Fan Yuan smiled wryly; how could he not take it to heart?

But this couldn't be said outright; only a sentence was uttered:

"Sir, you jest."

After chatting for a while, he took out the Jade Pendant he had mentioned earlier.

"Sir, this was given to me by an old immortal master, who said it was a gift from a fortuitous fortuitous opportunity. But over the years, it has never shown any divine power. I wonder if you could take a look at it for me, so that I can finally put my mind at ease."

Qin Wangchuan took it and glanced at it, but didn't find anything unusual.

Try to probe out a wisp of Spiritual Power.

Suddenly, the jade Jade Pendant lit up!

A faint green light emanated from the palm, making the knuckles appear bluish.

Fan Yuan stared wide-eyed at the scene.

He hadn't expected the Jade Pendant to actually possess such miraculous power. His breathing suddenly quickened, he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the jade, his face filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

The moment the green light appeared, Qin Wangchuan's mind was drawn into it.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his face full of sighs.

"This is actually a Jade Slip."

"Jade... Jade Slip?" Fan Yuan was taken aback. "I've heard of bamboo slips, but Jade Slip are..."

"Like bamboo slips, it's also an object for recording things, only smaller and more convenient." Qin Wangchuan held the Jade Pendant up to his eyes, examining it from all angles. "Strictly speaking, this can only be considered a prototype of Jade Slip."

"The recorded information is limited, there are no protective measures, and the storage time is estimated to be short."

"However, if things continue to develop in this direction, it is indeed Jade Slip."

Fan Yuan only took in half of what he heard.

Another thought kept swirling in his mind—there's something inside this Jade Pendant.

If the contents inside are very useful...

In his eyes, Qin Wangchuan was ultimately just a mysterious figure.

Whether he is a true master or not, no one can say for sure.

If the other party becomes greedy and takes the item for themselves, he won't even have anyone to reason with.

Lost in thought, a piece of paper was slapped in front of me.

"You can't see what's inside, but I've already copied it out."

Qin Wangchuan pushed the paper over, "A Cultivation Practice Method, plus a place name."

Fan Yuan looked down.

The handwriting on the Yellow Paper was neat and tidy, with each stroke perfectly straight.

The Jade Pendant rested on the corner of the paper, lying quietly on the table.