Author: Long Baoyu

Zhao Lin and Ma Jiu got on the boat and carried two bags of rice down. The supervisor gave him two bamboo sticks.

The bamboo stick is polished smooth, carved with patterns, and has two grooves.

Zhao Lin asked and found out that the bamboo sticks were used for payment, and two grooves were worth two cents.

Earn two cents for one trip, and twenty cents for ten trips!

"Work in the city is not easy, but it does make money faster than farming."

Zhao Lin thought to himself.

Prices in this world are roughly equivalent to those in the 1990s. One penny can buy two kilograms of brown rice or half a kilogram of pork, and you can eat enough in a street shop for three penny.

It's just that this year's harvest is not good, food prices have skyrocketed, and money has shrunk compared to previous years.

"Brother Ma, how long have you been doing this job?"

A bag of rice weighs over a hundred pounds. Zhao Lin didn't feel any difficulty carrying two bags, and chatted casually with Ma Jiu.

"Two and a half years."

Ma Jiu is a dull gourd who never takes the initiative to speak, but always answers questions.

Zhao Lin arrived here for the first time and knew that he should see and listen more. Along the way, he paid attention to the locations of inns, restaurants, vegetable markets, brothels, tea shops and other shops on the streets.

He also deliberately observed the way passers-by looked at him, some showing contempt, some dodging, some being defensive, and some showing pity...

"Properly at the bottom of society."

Zhao Lin has a general understanding of Lifu's profession.

The two of them walked through the streets and alleys, delivered the rice to the grain store, and then returned to the dock to carry the rice, making several trips back and forth.

Ma Jiu finally couldn't help but said: "Brother Zhao, don't you know you are tired?"

Qinghe County is close to a mountainous area and often has to climb up hills. Lifu can only transport goods by hand and shoulder.

In addition to carrying two bags of rice on the first trip, Ma Jiu could only carry one bag later. She was so tired that her face turned red and her neck was thick. Although Zhao Lin was sweating profusely, he still seemed to have some energy left.

Zhao Lin took a few breaths and said, "I'm still quite tired! I have no choice, I can't open the pot at home, so I can only work more."

In fact, he was not tired at all, but his shoulders were sore from the grind.

I have to say that the spirit beast map is really magical. After absorbing the spirit of the old scalper, it transformed his body from the inside out.

Not only does he have strength far beyond ordinary people, but he also has long-lasting endurance.

But along with it, my appetite has also grown a lot.

Zhao Lin moved the goods for a while and then stopped for something to eat.

If his mother hadn't brought him pancakes before going out, he might not have been able to hold on.

After all, power cannot appear out of thin air. It is all energy converted from food.

No matter how powerful the golden finger is, it must follow the laws of physical energy.

As the sun goes down, the cargo on each ship is loaded and unloaded, and the dock gradually becomes calm.

"Lu Fa, twenty lots."

"Miao Si, twenty-one numbers."

"He Quanshui, eighteen lots..."

The laborers gathered at the dock and queued up to wait for Bangye's accountant to calculate the day's pay.

When it was Zhao Lin's turn, he handed the ten bamboo sticks in his hand to the counting house.

"Zhao Lin, ten lots."

The accountant counted the money and gave him five cents, and the five cents deducted were used as a deposit.

Zhao Lin rubbed his red, swollen and sore shoulders and thought to himself: "It's really not easy to earn this money. If I didn't have the spirit animal map, I wouldn't be able to survive this trip."

Although I don't have much money, I finally see hope in life.

After taking the money, Zhao Lin did not rush home, but took the opportunity to walk to the grain store where he had just delivered the goods.

I spent four cents to buy two kilograms of white flour, one ounce of sesame oil, and a small packet of salt. The remaining one cent was reserved for tomorrow.

"Meat buns, freshly made meat buns, two for a penny, big stuffing but thin skin..."

Zhao Lin came out of the grain store and saw the owner of the bun shop next to him shouting loudly.

When the steamer is opened, the steaming steam rises, and the big, white buns are mouth-watering.

Zhao Lin swallowed his saliva, saliva secreted wildly in his mouth, resisted the urge to go over and buy two, and walked away.

“When I have money, I will definitely come here and eat until I’m full!”

Zhao Lin quickly crossed the street and ran out of the city towards Mount Paektu.

When he returned to the village, his parents were standing at the edge of the village looking toward the county seat.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Zhao Lin shouted, "Oh, it's so cold, so don't come out."

"This is your first time traveling on your own, so we are worried."

"I just stood there for a while, it's okay."

Hearing what his parents said, Zhao Lin was helpless and told them not to do this tomorrow.

When he got home, he took out the rice, flour, oil and salt, and briefly recounted his experience in the county town today.

"You found a job so quickly?"

"My son is ready to succeed!"

The two elders were very surprised. They didn't expect the younger son to find a job so quickly.

It's not easy to find a job in the city these days, but with the thing right in front of them, they couldn't help but not believe it.

Zhao Lin went into the kitchen and took a look. The stove was cold. Knowing that his parents hadn't eaten yet, he said, "I'll cook tonight and let's eat white noodles!"

After saying that, pour the noodles into the basin and boil the water.

"Use less noodles so that your father and I won't be hungry."

Mother came into the house to help, scooped out a large spoonful of elm bark powder from her dough bag, and was about to add it to the basin.

Zhao Lin stopped him reflexively, "Mom, please don't add this. I won't dare to eat more if you add it."

"Okay, okay, listen to you."

Mother Zhao put the things back with a smile and asked with concern: "Is my son tired?"

While making noodles, Zhao Lin replied: "I'm not tired. I'm very strong now."

Zhao's mother said: "It's a good thing to be strong, but don't be arrogant. Listen to the foreman in everything, be polite to others, and be tolerant when things happen..."

Zhao Lin yawned, feeling that these words seemed familiar...

Knead the dough, let it rest for a while, roll it out with a rolling pin, cut it into long strips and put it in the pot.

Cook and take it out, sprinkle with minced garlic, add salt and sesame oil, pour in the noodle soup, and the noodles are fragrant and ready.

Zhao Lin had the most satisfying meal since time travel, including the noodles and soup, and his two elders were full of praise.

"Work more tomorrow and you can eat meat at night!"

Zhao Lin observed the spirit beast map in his mind. There was obviously a lot more white mist in the first grid than when he had breakfast and lunch. This proved that vitality was indeed closely related to diet.

After eating, he put on his brother's old clothes and took the clothes he took off to the yard to wash.

"Lin'er has been tired for a long day. Go back to the house and sleep. Mom will wash you."

Mother Zhao grabbed the clothes, then her body stiffened, and tears suddenly flowed down her face.

It turned out that Zhao Lin sweated profusely repeatedly while carrying bags and goods, and his clothes were covered with a thick layer of white, caked sweat stains.

Although Zhao's mother couldn't see clearly, she could tell what was going on by touching it with her hands.

"You have committed evil, and my son has suffered."

"If it's not hard, how can you work without sweating?"

Zhao Lin said indifferently, and in turn comforted his mother: "As long as you can eat enough, it's okay to be tired."

After saying this, he was slightly surprised.

If this matter had happened in his previous life, he would have complained endlessly, complaining about this injustice and that injustice, but now he can take the initiative to shoulder the burden of the family.

It seems that I have really changed...

At this moment, Zhao Lin felt that he had truly accepted and integrated into this world.

Dragging his tired body back to the house, he lay on the bed fully clothed.

While he was half asleep, big and white buns drifted through Zhao Lin's mind.

"Steamed buns... there will be them sooner or later."

He muttered drowsily.
Chapter completed!