Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He went through all the movies and TV shows he had in his mind and finally decided on "Mountain City Porters".

Then, incorporate the essence and spirit of films like "The Happy Life of a Porter" and "The Last Porter".

"Just being a porter is too boring... I need to add a cheat code."

After pondering for a moment, he activated the treasure basin, and the world took shape.

……

"Lin Quan became Zhong Guohong. In his previous life, he took his father's surname, and in this life, he takes his mother's surname and is named Zhong Guohong."

"Twenty-one years old, from Wangjia Village, Longzhen Town, Fengxian County, Chongqing. He lost his parents at a young age and was raised by the villagers, owing them a lot of favors."

"And I'm also bundled with a 'Super Awesome System'? Is that a standard feature of transmigrating, or did I really just stumble upon some incredible luck?"

"Mei Laokan, Man Niu, Mao Zi, Meng Xiaoyu, Zhao Jialing, Jiang Fengzi... the Mountain City Porters?"

After digesting the original owner's memories, Zhong Guohong picked up a bamboo stick tied with a hemp rope and went out to find work.

The bamboo sticks are made of hard-headed yellow bamboo, about 1.5 meters long.

The thick walls of the hard-headed yellow bamboo are sturdy and can withstand pressure and bend, but it is thinner than the nan bamboo... The nan bamboo in Chongqing is thick and strong, and is mostly used to make carrying poles.

"Great job!" a greeting came from behind.

Zhong Guohong turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a suit.

"Here they come!" He strode forward.

"These two boxes are for the Third Middle School." The man pointed to the cardboard boxes at his feet.

"How much?"

Two pieces.

"Okay." Zhong Guohong took the money, quickly tied up the box, and with a slack on his shoulder, lifted it up.

A notification suddenly popped into my head: "Transfer mode activated, earn one cent per step."

"You look quite young, why aren't you in school?" the man asked as he walked.

"There's no one left in my family. I was raised by the uncles, aunts, and other relatives in the village. They couldn't afford to send me to school."

"Oh...right, with some strength, you can still support yourself."

After chatting for a while, we arrived at the gate of No. 3 Middle School.

The man took out two yuan, handed it over, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Don't mention it, I'm just doing my job for the money," Chung Kwok-hung said with a smile.

"There aren't many honest young people like you these days," the man sighed.

Zhong Guohong wrapped the rope around the bamboo stick, draped it over his shoulder, and started walking.

The road was over two thousand meters long, and the price was one cent per meter. The total amount received was twenty-one yuan and thirty-five cents.

The system interface floats in my mind:

Level 1 transport mode: 1 cent per meter; Level 2: 3 cents; ... Level 9: 100 yuan per meter.

To advance to level two, you need to complete ten orders; to advance to level nine, you need to complete 30,000 orders.

Ten orders qualify you for a beginner's lottery draw, one hundred orders for an intermediate draw, and one hundred thousand orders are needed to qualify for the ultimate prize draw.

The system shop uses Huaxia coins for transactions, and offers a complete range of products including technology, magic, superpowers, cultivation, martial arts, and skills.

He perked up and casually bought a box of matches and a pack of cigarettes.

Light up a cigarette, take a deep drag, exhale a puff of white smoke, and you'll feel much more relaxed. Then wander around the streets and alleys.

"Great job!" came another shout.

Zhong Guohong looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in a red trench coat, who looked to be in her early thirties.

"Coming!" he replied, quickly going to greet them.

In the entire main city of Chongqing, there are at least two hundred thousand people doing this job.

With few cars, steep slopes, narrow roads, and many steps, the porters were able to settle down.

The woman pointed to a banyan tree not far away: "How much will you get for delivering these things there?"

Two pieces.

"It's just a few steps, and you want two dollars?" She frowned.

"It's all uphill, and all steps." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was flat.

"Okay." She nodded.

He picked up his suitcase and walked upstairs.

At 21, I was still in good physical condition, but with over 50 kilograms of weight on my shoulders and climbing over 50 stone steps, sweat still seeped from my forehead.

The distance was over 500 meters, and the earnings were 5.31 yuan. With the labor cost of 2 yuan, the total profit for this order was 7.3 yuan.

After wandering around for more than half an hour, I landed another order... and delivered the goods to the vegetable market.

I had just put down my suitcase when I looked up and saw Man Niu squatting in front of the stall picking out clothes.

Wang Jiaying was speaking animatedly, spittle flying everywhere, while Man Niu blinked repeatedly as he listened.

After a moment's thought, Zhong Guohong walked over.

Wang Jiaying sells Malaysian goods... in the local dialect, that is, counterfeit or inferior goods.

To make matters worse, the fifty dollars he gave to the bull were counterfeit.

Wang Jiaying's family was indeed poor, but Man Niu is an honest person.

Selling counterfeit goods is one thing, but swindling people out of their money is another. That's just going to go on.

"Big guy," the bull shouted.

Chung Kwok-hung looked up in response... He had regular features, clear eyes, and was 1.8 meters tall, known as "Big Guy".

"These clothes aren't sturdy, and the money is fake." He lowered his voice, but every word was clear.

"Counterfeit money?" Bull was taken aback, still clutching the few bills in his hand.

Zhong Guohong took the money, twirled it between his fingers, held it up to the light, and then rubbed the edges with his thumb, saying as he did so, "The watermark is thick, the paper is soft, and the ink comes off easily... It's fake."

The bull stared at Wang Jiaying, his teeth clenched: "You...you..."

"Never mind." Zhong Guohong patted him on the shoulder. "She's had a tough time too, and she's from the same hometown as Mei Laokan."

"You... know Mei Laokan?" Wang Jiaying's eyes lit up immediately, as if he had grasped at a straw.

"They live in a shed," the bull replied readily.

Zhong Guohong didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

After completing seven more orders, the delivery mode will be upgraded to level two.

At level one, you earn one cent for moving one meter; at level two, you earn three cents for moving one meter.

He plans to upgrade the system first, and then try the lottery.

After wandering around for about ten minutes, the fourth order came in.

I earned over thirty yuan from walking more than three thousand meters of road.

"Making a hundred or so a day doesn't seem that difficult."

"Once I upgrade to level two, three hundred dollars will be a piece of cake."

Around noon, Zhong Guohong returned to the shed.

Mei Laokan had just helped a man from Guangdong move some goods, and the man was generous and gave him ten yuan.

He was pleased, so he took out a piece of cured meat, cut it off, and put it in a pot to cook.

Jiang the Madman picked up a piece of paper, chewing it as he blurted out, "Last time I helped a foreigner move boxes... five cents on the front, three zeros on the back! I was jumping for joy, but when I took it to the bank and asked... in that small country's currency, five thousand dollars wouldn't even get us fifty cents!"

"Hahaha..." The room was filled with laughter.

"If I ever bump into a foreigner, I'll just open my mouth and say 'Hello,' and shut him up!" Old Man Mei laughed, wiping his mouth.

"The Russian just choked." Jiang Fengzi didn't even lift his eyelids.

Sure enough, the Russian was coughing while covering his neck, his face flushed red.

Forty years old, still single.

Lin Quan stood by and watched, feeling uneasy.

This man had acted in many plays in his previous life, and the most memorable one was his partnership with San Dezi; before he transmigrated, he had already opened a chicken farm, and his name was known throughout the country.

The food expenses were pooled together by everyone. Whoever had a little extra money would usually buy some vegetables and have a meat meal.

Like today, Mei Laokan was supposed to get a two-yuan job, but the other party insisted on giving him ten yuan. He was so happy that he cooked a piece of the cured meat he brought from his hometown.

Currently in Chongqing, the average monthly salary is only around 200 yuan.

This figure is for reference only... Local farmers can't earn more than 500 a year at most.

To support their families, some went to work in other places, while others worked as porters in Chongqing.

They go home to work during the busy farming season and earn money for food outside on weekdays.

Those who can afford to hire porters are either high-paid or bosses.

Many people from other places come to Chongqing to do business, and foreigners also often come to visit.

The customers arrived just as the dishes were being set down.