The day passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was already evening.

"The poor have no human rights."

Chen Mu cursed with some depression on his way home.

Today he went to seven or eight newspaper offices, and he was so disappointed that he couldn't even enter the door. The guard saw that his clothes were patched and he refused to let him enter.

He is so poor that he can't even afford to buy clothes because he takes a shower and changes clothes every day, and his clothes are torn quickly, so he can only sew some things and continue wearing them.

This is not a shame. Five out of ten people living on this street have patches on them, which is a common phenomenon.

But after leaving this street, it’s different.

Jinhai is a big city with a population of over one million. In this era, it is already a huge city. It is normal for him to look like the bottom of society, and it is not popular.

"It seems that it can only be mailed."

Chen Mu touched the dozen pages of novel manuscripts in his arms, and covered them all day long, but was wet with sweat.

Originally, he felt that he could only send one mail at a time, and he had to wait for a reply, which took several days to go. He couldn't wait, so he thought of going there in person. As a result, he wasted a whole bun and wasted a day.

In this era, it is really unfriendly to people at the bottom of society.

Chen Mu thought that he had returned home, "Grandma, I'm back."

Grandma's voice came from the room, "Have you bought meat?"

When Chen Mu heard her ask this, he was a little overwhelmed. He responded, "No", and went into the kitchen, thinking of taking a shower.

When he saw the water tank, he had already seen the bottom of it. Then he remembered the incident of hitting a ghost in the morning. After being frightened like that, he ran home and did not fetch water at all.

When Chen Mu saw outside, the sun had not set yet. He quickly took the shoulder pole and wooden barrel and went out. Before leaving, he said, "Grandma, I'll go out to fetch water."

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In the afternoon, there were many people by the well, and they all came to fetch water, so they had to queue up.

Chen Mu was relieved to see so many people. There were so many people, there would be no female ghost coming out.

At this moment, he felt a chill behind him, and this familiar feeling made him feel a sudden sensation.

No, come again?

Chen Mu turned around stiffly, but did not see the female ghost in red, and felt a little relieved.

So where did this chill come from?

Then, he noticed a middle-aged man in a suit and a cane not far away staring at him, his eyes as if he was covered with a layer of white light, which looked a little weird.

Chen Mu felt a little scared when he was staring at him.

The white light in the man's eyes disappeared, and he limped over with a cane and said, "Hello."

In Jinhai, there are quite a few people wearing this kind of Western-style clothing, but most of them are foreigners or young people who pursue fashion. Moreover, most of them are concentrated in the city center.

It is rare for a middle-aged man to dress like this and appear in such an old neighborhood.

The people who fetched water next to him all became quiet and pointed at the middle-aged man.

Seeing that he was really coming for him, Chen Mu suddenly became alert, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I want to ask my little brother for something, but I don't know if it's inconvenient." The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse and his attitude was quite kind.

Chen Mu refused at the moment, "Sorry, my family is waiting for me to carry water back to cook, and it will be dark in a while-" Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party take out a few copper coins.

The middle-aged man said, "Of course I won't waste my little brother's time in vain."

"Okay, ask." Chen Mu took the copper plate over.

Five copper plates can buy more than one pound of rice, which is enough for two days at home. He is tired of carrying sacks at the dock, and only earns ten copper plates a day.

"Go over there and say."

The middle-aged man took him to the side and said, "Little brother, have you encountered something strange today?"

"Strange thing?"

Chen Mu frowned for a while before shook his head and said, "No, it's normal for a day today."

"If you think about it carefully, you will see some strange shadows and strange sounds."

Chen Mu thought about it again and shook his head, "It's true that there is no."

The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper from his arms, "This is my business card. If you think of anything, come to me at the address above. If the news is useful, I can give you a silver dollar as a reward."

Chen Mu swallowed a little when he heard this. One silver ball, one hundred copper plates, could buy thirty kilograms of rice, which was their meal for more than a month.

"OK."

He resisted the temptation, took the piece of paper, and returned to the well.

Several people who knew each other came over and asked who was wearing foreign clothes. Chen Mu responded casually and turned around and saw that the man had left.

He took out the piece of paper and looked at it. It had the words Sherlock written on it, and there was an address below.

"Sherlock? You can't be really a foreigner, right?"

Soon, it was Chen Mu's turn. While fetching water, he thought, "He can find out that I have met a ghost, which means that there is indeed extraordinary power in this world. Maybe that female ghost has anything to do with him..."

Compared to the female ghost in the morning, Chen Mu was more afraid of Sherlock. If he discovered his secret, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The light in Sherlock's eyes seemed to see through his thoughts, making him feel uncomfortable.

Therefore, Chen Mu did not disclose what happened to him when he encountered a female ghost in the morning.

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Chen Mu returned home with water and started cooking. As for the dish, it was just a boiled tofu in white water. Without oil, he added a little salt and soy sauce.

He was on Earth in his previous life and never cooked food. After he came out to work, he basically ordered takeout.

There is no way to go now, there is no takeout. You can't let an old lady in her seventies cook, so he can only bite the bullet and go.

"Grandma, it's time to eat."

After Chen Mu finished, he shouted into the room.

Grandma walked out of the room, looked at the plate on the table, and sighed, "It's boiled tofu again."

Seeing her dejected look, Chen Mu said, "Okay, I'll buy some meat tomorrow."

"Really?" The old lady suddenly felt energetic, "You have to count your words."

"Of course, count, eat quickly."

Chen Mu urged to catch him, he had just obtained five copper coins and could buy a few taels of meat to satisfy his cravings.

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After the meal, it was completely dark.

Chen Mu returned to the room, lit the oil lamp, sat at the table, reached into his pocket to take out the pen. The star was still there, and the color was still dull.

He held the pen and began a new attempt.

He plans to write a novel of fairy tales, and the protagonist gets a kind of immortal pill that can be transformed into. If he can take out the elixir from the novel, it would be amazing.

Chen Mu had already conceived the plot of the first chapter, passed it in his mind, holding his pen, holding his breath. After more than ten seconds, he did not have the feeling of surging thoughts like yesterday.

"Forget it, just write it right."

He ignored this and wrote the first word on the paper.

"Hey, there's no ink?"

The tip of the pen scratched the paper a few times, but couldn't write it out, leaving only a few scratches.

"No, I remember the ink inside was full."

Chen Mu unscrewed the pen holder and saw that the ink in the ink bag was indeed full.

It seems that either the pen is broken or the novels of fairy tales are beyond the ability of the pen, or in other words, only works that become famous on the earth can be used.

Chen Mu twisted the pen holder and tightened it again. He had guesses in his heart, but was not disappointed. He had been mentally prepared for this before.

Then, try other works.

Mr. Huang’s Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty.

Chen Mu roughly passed the plot in his mind because he had been watching it for a long time and the details were not very clear.

He still couldn't find the inspirational state he had yesterday with his pen.

He still remembers the general plot that the beginning revolves around the "Eternal Life Skill".

Chen Mu organized the language and wrote it with his pen.

"It's still not possible."

With a stroke, there was still no ink coming out. There was only a scratch on the paper.

Chen Mu was not discouraged and began his third attempt.

Mr. Huang’s work is not good either, so let’s exchange it for Mr. Jin’s other work, the Tianlong Bashu. In this novel, there are techniques such as the Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu.
To be continued...