Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 4 Steamed Bun
Zhao Lin and Ma Jiu boarded the boat and brought down two bags of rice. The supervisor gave him two bamboo sticks.

The bamboo sticks are polished smooth, carved with patterns, and have two grooves.

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

Earn two Wen for one trip, and twenty Wen for ten trips!
"The work in the city is not easy to do, but it is indeed faster than farming."

Zhao Lin thought to himself.

The prices in this world are roughly equivalent to the 90s in the previous life. You can buy two catties of brown rice for one penny, or half a catty of pork, and you can eat for three pennies in a small street shop.

It's just that this year's harvest is not good, grain prices have soared, and coins have shrunk as in previous years.

"Brother Ma, how long have you been doing Lifu?"

A bag of rice weighs about a hundred catties, and Zhao Lin didn't find it difficult to carry two bags, so he chatted with Ma Jiu casually.

"Two and a half years."

Ma Jiu is a boring gourd, she never takes the initiative to speak, but she always answers her questions.

Zhao Lin had just arrived, so he knew that he should see and listen more. He paid attention to the locations of inns, restaurants, vegetable markets, brothels, teahouses and other shops along the street.

He also deliberately observes the way pedestrians look at him, some despise, some dodge, some guard, and some pity...

"Properly the bottom of society."

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

The two walked through the streets and alleys, sent the rice to the grain store, and then went back to the pier to carry the rice, running back and forth several times.

Ma Jiu finally couldn't bear it and said, "Brother Zhao, don't you know you're tired?"

Qinghe County is close to a mountainous area, and he often has to climb up hills, so Lifu can only carry goods on his shoulders.

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 she blushed and her neck was thick.

Zhao Lin took a deep breath and said, "I'm still very tired! There's nothing I can do, the family can't get rid of the pot, so I can only do more."

In fact, he was not tired, it was just that his shoulders ached.

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

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

But along with it, the appetite has grown a lot.

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

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

After all, power cannot appear out of thin air, it is energy transformed from food.

No matter how powerful the golden finger is, it must obey the law of physical energy.

As the sun went down, the loading and unloading of the cargo on the ships was completed, and the pier gradually returned to calm.

"Lu Fa, twenty lots."

"Miao Si, 21 lottery."

"He Quanshui, eighteen lots..."

Lifus gathered at the pier, queuing up to wait for Mr. Bang's accountant to calculate the day's remuneration.

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

"Zhao Lin, ten lots."

The accountant sang the count and gave him five coins, and the deducted five coins were used as a deposit.

Zhao Lin rubbed his red, swollen and sore shoulders, thinking: "It's really not easy to earn this money. If I don't have a picture of a spirit beast, I won't be able to make it this far."

Although there is not much money, life finally sees hope.

After taking the money, Zhao Lin was not in a hurry to go home, but walked to the grain store where the goods were delivered just now.

For four pennies I bought two catties of white flour, a tael of sesame oil, and a small packet of salt, and the remaining penny was reserved for tomorrow.

"Meat buns, freshly out of the cage meat buns, two for a penny, big stuffing and thin skin..."

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

The cage drawer was opened, and the hot mist rose, and the big and white buns were mouth-watering.

Zhao Lin "Gudu" swallowed his saliva, and the saliva in his mouth was secreted crazily. He resisted the urge to go over and buy two, and walked away.

"When you have money in your hands, you must come here to eat until you are full!"

Zhao Lin quickly crossed the street and ran out of the city in the direction of Mount Baitu.

When he returned to the village, his parents were standing at the head of the village looking towards the county town.

"Father, I'm back."

Zhao Lin yelled, "Oh, don't come out in such a cold day."

"It's the first time for you to go out on your own, so we don't feel relieved."

"Just stand for a while, it's okay."

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

When he got home, he took out rice noodles, oil and salt, and briefly described his experience in the county seat today.

"Find a job so quickly?"

"My son is out!"

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

It's not easy to find a job in the city these days, but the things are right in front of them, and they can'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'm cooking tonight, let's eat white noodles!"

After finishing talking, pour the noodles into the basin and start the pot to boil water.

"Use less noodles, your father and I are not hungry."

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

Zhao Lin stopped it reflexively, "Mother, don't add this, I dare not eat more."

"Okay, listen to you."

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

Zhao Lin replied, "I'm not tired, I'm very strong now."

Zhao's mother said: "Strength is a good thing, but don't be arrogant, listen to the foreman in everything, be polite to others, and be more tolerant..."

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

After kneading the noodles, wake up for a while, roll them out with a rolling pin, cut them into strips and put them in the pot.

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

Zhao Lin ate the most satisfying meal since time travel. He even ate the noodles and soup, and the elders were full of praise.

"Do more tomorrow, and you can eat meat at night!"

Zhao Lin looked at the picture of spirit beasts in his mind, and the white mist in the first grid was obviously much more than when he was eating brunch, which proved that the amount of vitality was indeed closely related to diet.

After eating, he changed into the old clothes worn by his brother, and took the clothes he took off to the yard for cleaning.

"Lin'er has been tired all day, go back to the house and go to sleep, mother will wash."

Zhao's mother snatched the clothes, and then her body froze, tears streaming down suddenly.

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

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

"Sin, my son has suffered."

"It's not bitter, how can you work without sweating?"

Zhao Lin said indifferently, and comforted his mother in turn: "As long as you can eat enough, it doesn't matter if you are tired."

After saying this, he was slightly surprised.

If this happened in his previous life, he would have complained about this injustice and that injustice, but now he can take the initiative to take 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 with all his clothes on.

When he was half asleep, big and white buns floated in Zhao Lin's mind.

"Steam...sooner or later there will be."

He muttered in a daze.

(End of this chapter)