The content was simple.
But to Chen Nan, it was like a timely arrival of charcoal in the snow.
Because Number Three had sent him the examination questions for the Yin Messenger selection.
This meant.
He wouldn't have to pore over mountains of books.
As long as he knew the questions in advance, he could stand out in the written exam. kan shūwǔ.ξà
And crush the other competitors.
Though it was unfair to the other competitors.
He had no other choice.
Because becoming a Yin Messenger and meeting Empress Houtu was a matter of life and death for billions of races across the Three Realms.
This included the common folk of the Underworld.
After memorizing the two questions, he sent a message to Number Three: Even if you give me the exam questions, I still don't like you.
With that, he put away the communication wooden token and focused on refining the Soul Gathering Pills.
He needed to refine all the Soul Gathering Pills in one go, thus settling a matter close to his heart.
As for why he disliked Number Three...
It was simple.
Steward Wang had said before: We have no feelings, do we!
Damn it.
If there were no feelings, why did you get me the exam questions for the Yin Messenger selection?
You insist on playing stranger with me, don't you?
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County Office.
Han Zongyuan stared at the message on the wooden token with bewilderment, then sighed softly: "It seems Fifth Brother is angry with me. I should have given him the exam questions earlier."
"Instead of resorting to such an indirect method!"
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The next morning.
Chen Nan got up to make breakfast.
During breakfast, he proposed: "Mother, I plan to buy a house!"
Wang Mengqing couldn't help but ask: "We already have a place to live, why do we need to buy another one?"
Chen Nan replied: "Although the house we live in is decent, it's not ours. It would be much more comfortable to live in a house that belongs to us."
This house was originally bought by Liang Jian to keep his mistresses, but he later occupied it for cultivating penicillin.
After the Liang family was annihilated, they moved in.
Although it was livable here.
Chen Nan felt a slight discomfort deep down.
Wang Mengqing sighed: "Buying a house is fine, but it will cost a lot of money!"
"Madam, you don't need to worry about the money. Young Master has earned quite a bit recently," Song Ziwei said with a smile. "Buying a house is more than enough."
Chen Nan grunted and took out a silver note for one hundred thousand taels: "I developed penicillin. During the recent floods in Tongcheng, many people were injured while digging riverbeds, and they owe their lives to penicillin."
"This one hundred thousand taels of silver is a reward from the government. It should be enough to buy a house."
He had nearly a million taels of silver notes on him.
However, he couldn't explain the origin of that money.
He couldn't tell his mother and Song Ziwei that he had become an alchemist.
So he couldn't take it all out.
But now.
An opportunity had arrived.
So he had to seize it.
"I never expected my son to be so accomplished!"
More than the joy of buying a house, Wang Mengqing was more gratified by her son's achievements.
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After spending the entire day.
Chen Nan took his mother and Song Ziwei to tour the several large manors in Tongcheng.
Finally, they chose the Liang family's mansion.
Even though the Liang family had been wiped out and many people had died tragically in the household.
To Chen Nan, this was not a bad thing at all.
In fact, it was a good thing.
Because such houses were cheap!
The original price was one million taels of silver.
But upon hearing about the annihilation of the Liang family and the deaths of many,
No one was interested, even when the government put it up for sale at a 90% discount.
He registered the house under his mother's name.
Chen Nan then suggested hiring some maids and servants.
After all, this mansion covered over fifty mu of land and had over a hundred rooms.
There were rock gardens, artificial lakes, pavilions, and flower gardens.
He had to find people to manage it.
Of course.
He could also let those people help his mother pass the time.
Although Song Ziwei was a chatterbox, she had been by his mother's side for eighteen years.
Let alone not being her biological daughter.
Even if she were, she couldn't possibly have endless things to say, right?
Adding some fresh blood could completely make his mother happier.
Chen Nan didn't get involved in selecting the maids and servants.
Song Ziwei could handle such matters.
As for him, he was diligently studying.
Even though he had the exam questions, to achieve a high score.
He still needed to read more books and enrich his knowledge base.
In between reading, Chen Nan went to the place where penicillin was cultivated. Fortunately, he had extracted penicillin last time, which proved useful; otherwise, there would have been many casualties.
Because penicillin required two extraction steps, and Madam Wu and the others only knew how to perform the final step, they hadn't purchased vegetables during that period.
They knew Chen Nan was injured and unconscious, but they didn't know how he would wake up.
Seeing him return, everyone directly went to the vegetable market, bought a lot of rotten vegetables, and placed them on the wooden racks in the room, waiting for them to ferment.
"Sister-in-law, actually, the first extraction of penicillin is even simpler than the second. How about this, I'll teach you the method for the first extraction of penicillin as well."
"This way, I won't have to worry about delays if I'm busy later."
In his opinion, if Madam Wu and the others fully mastered the method of extracting penicillin.
Then they wouldn't need him to come over regularly.
However.
His suggestion was immediately rejected by Madam Wu and the others.
Madam Wu said awkwardly: "Brother, thank you for your trust, but we don't want to learn the skill of refining penicillin."
Song Yunfei's wife also said: "Exactly. Now everyone in the city knows that penicillin is a treasure that can save lives. Although we haven't thought about leaving you to start our own business separately."
"But, what if someone with ill intentions forces us to hand over the method of refining penicillin through unorthodox means? Wouldn't we all become sinners?"
In fact, this idea wasn't theirs.
It was proposed by their husbands.
No matter what, they couldn't learn the method of refining penicillin.
Because this was Chen Nan's secret.
They absolutely couldn't pry into it.
After all, money could drive people mad, and no one knew if someone would betray Chen Nan after learning this technique.
Secondly.
If they learned this technique, it could potentially bring about a catastrophe.
Chen Nan hadn't expected them to say that.
Since they had put it that way, he couldn't force them.
However, to him.
It didn't matter who cultivated penicillin.
Even giving away the patent wouldn't be a big deal.
Because he invented penicillin not to make money, but for the good of the world.
In plain terms.
It was to accumulate merit.
Even if others learned the method of cultivating penicillin, since penicillin was his invention.
This would indirectly earn him more merit.
"We need to discuss this properly and sell the technology for cultivating penicillin!" Chen Nan's mind was entirely on the Yin Messenger selection now.
Selling the penicillin cultivation technology would have to wait until he became a Yin Messenger.
He wasn't going to extract penicillin on time anyway.
"Jiji!"
Without any warning.
A small gray-white mouse scurried over from a distance, chirping and its eyes full of terror.
Boom!
Chen Nan's scalp tingled.
He recognized this little mouse.
It always stayed by Song Ziwei's side.
Now that it had come to find him, and was behaving so agitatedly.
There was only one explanation.
That was that Song Ziwei was in trouble!