Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

There are at least 200,000 porters in Yuzhou City, most of whom are locals, but there are also men from other places such as Nanhe and Huian.

When the boat arrived at Xiangtianmen Wharf, Zhong Guohong joined the crowd and rushed forward in less than ten minutes.

"Great!"

"They're here!"

Passengers disembarking called out to others to help carry their cargo, creating a cacophony of voices.

Zhong Guohong accepted a job involving moving over 6,000 meters. It was a level-two moving job, 1.3 meters per meter, and the system's compensation alone cost nearly 200 yuan.

Back then, cars were expensive, and rickshaws were extremely rare. Visiting relatives in the countryside, walking more than twenty miles, was perfectly normal.

"Young man, why aren't you in school?"

"There's no one at home to take care of me, and I don't have the money to pay the tuition."

"How much can you earn in a day doing this?"

"If things go smoothly, it'll be around ten or twenty dollars; if you're lucky, you might get thirty or forty; if you're unlucky, it'll only be a few dollars."

"It's really tiring, but the money is honestly earned."

"It's hard-earned money."

"Too."

They walked and talked for over an hour before arriving at their destination.

The journey is long, and the pay is six yuan.

Chung Kwok-hung scanned the list but found nothing, so he clicked on the lottery.

Mission attempts reset to zero... I drew a bottle of basic gene enhancement potion.

"Comprehensive enhancement of physical fitness...strength increased to 500 kilograms?"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the medicine transformed into a stream of heat that flowed into his limbs and bones, his muscles tensed, his tendons swelled, and his whole body felt as if it had been reforged.

He steadied his breathing, shook his arms, and strode towards the dock with the speed of the wind.

Ten missions for this bottle, doubling my strength, and giving me peace of mind and a sense of relief.

"Moving up to level three, one cent per meter... First, save up to buy a house."

After wandering around Xiangtianmen for more than ten minutes, the second order came in: more than 500 meters. The system supplemented the order with a little over 16 yuan, the employer gave 2 yuan, and the order amounted to 18.65 yuan.

I completed seven orders this morning, and I have six more task opportunities remaining.

After finding a small restaurant to fill his stomach, Chung Kwok-hung turned into the commercial street.

From afar, I could see the Russian standing in front of a clothing store, his eyes fixed on a suit.

"Don't touch it!" the female boss shouted.

"Is this clothing electrified?" The Russian man withdrew his hand.

"Do you know how much it costs? Two thousand three! Pierre Cardin, an international brand." The shopkeeper didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Squeeze all the tickets out?" The Russian gasped... Even if he wrung out all the tickets in his pocket, he still couldn't afford this outfit.

"Piao'er" means money.

A man can change his ways, often because of a woman.

Wang Jiaying was pretty, and the Russian man was immediately smitten. If he wanted to pursue her, he needed to get a decent makeover.

"Russians."

"Big guy!" the Russian grinned.

"Looking at clothes?"

"Too expensive, not relevant to me." He waved his hand.

"How's business today?"

"Worked all morning, twelve yuan."

"Didn't you team up with Lao Kan?"

"Go with him? At most ten bucks." The Russian frowned. "The moment he opens his mouth, he gets to negotiate the price for everything, and I'm left out.

Mei Laokan is quick-witted, and every time he partners with someone, the Russian is sure to suffer.

Zhong Guohong took out a cigarette case, flicked out one, and handed it over.

There aren't that many formalities among acquaintances.

Smoking, drinking tea, and drinking alcohol are governed by a whole host of rules; they're things only literate people who like to put on airs.

Many rules are useless; they're just a way for some people to appear superior to others.

When country folk come to the city, they are laughed at for being unsophisticated and called fools, simply because they have never seen the world. When city people go to the countryside, they can't distinguish between wheat seedlings and chives, or recognize rice and sorghum, and they are just as clueless.

"Over there at the Victory Monument," Chung Kwok-hung replied.

"How much is the rent?"

"One hundred and one month."

"So expensive?" the Russian clicked his tongue in amazement.

"I sleep soundly when I live alone," Chung Kwok-hung said with a smile.

"Old Kan's snoring shakes the roof beams..." Maozi shook his head.

The two men, cigarettes dangling from their lips, walked along, glancing at the work as they went.

A few minutes later, the Russian was given a job moving plastic mannequins.

Zhong Guohong didn't try to take it... The road wasn't far, and it was an acquaintance who spoke first, so he had no reason to interfere.

Just as he turned around, he bumped into Meng Xiaoyu again.

"Big guy, do you know Songlinpo?"

"There's a pine forest slope near the Martyrs' Cemetery, and there's another one near Chongqing University."

"The stuff all belongs to a professor..." Meng Xiaoyu wiped her sweat.

"Then they probably live near Chongqing University," Zhong Guohong said.

"This is troublesome." Meng Xiaoyu picked up the load and left.

As Chung Kwok-hung watched her retreating figure, he murmured, "She's had a tough life, but she's hardworking. She'll definitely amount to something in the future."

Then they continued their search for a living.

I was busy until 7 p.m., and the number of tasks had increased to twelve.

"Deposit of 953.73 yuan."

After eating a bowl of noodles outside, Chung Kwok-hung returned to his residence.

Unable to fall asleep, I tossed and turned in bed, so I decided to try my luck with the lottery ten times.

"Tsk, a bag of Jie Rou facial tissues?"

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll save up money first, buy a house, and then think about the lottery."

The current housing prices in the Victory Monument area are just over 800 yuan per square meter.

Judging from the market conditions of the past, buying a house in Chongqing now would be a sure thing.

He cursed, then boiled water, took a bath, did laundry, and went to sleep.

As dawn broke, a new day began.

He stretched his arms and legs a few times, went out and ate a bowl of noodles, and then headed towards Xiangtianmen.

Boats dock every day, and if you're lucky, you can be on the job until dark.

For those who travel far, the system provides more rewards; for those who travel short, the system completes tasks faster.

Chung Kwok-hung accepts all comers but never overcharges.

When no one else is around, Mei Laokan isn't so honest... Locals start at ten dollars, then after a few words he can bring it down to five dollars; if he haggles a bit more, he'll settle for two dollars.

He had three daughters to support, and he believed in one principle: every penny he could earn was a penny more.

To be honest, it's not exactly a rip-off. Think it's too expensive? The price is clearly stated, and you can negotiate.

Moving things is a business transaction, and bargaining is perfectly normal.

In his eyes, if you don't bargain, then you can't blame him for charging the price he set.

Chung Kwok-hung is different. When customers ask about prices, he always quotes the market price.

He never complains about how much money people give him.

If it weren't for that "Super Awesome System," he would never have taken on the role of a porter after transmigrating.

"Help me move this box up to that road," a foreigner said, pointing to the road on the slope.

"Okay." Chung Kwok-hung nodded in response.

Carrying a suitcase in each hand, they followed silently behind.

"Thank you!" The foreigner pulled out some change and thanked him sincerely.

"Thank you!" Chung Kwok-hung replied casually.

"Three dollars and sixty cents it is." The foreigner handed over three dollars and sixty cents.

"Thank you!" Chung Kwok-hung turned and left.

For foreigners who are just starting out in Mandarin, "three yuan six" sounds like "thank you," but in reality, it's nearly twenty Chinese yuan when converted to market value.

"Does the system only recognize Huaxia Coin?"

Passing by a bank, he exchanged all his Star Dollars for Chinese Yuan.

"Eighteen yuan and seventy-two cents... If you want to find someone to exchange it privately, it'll be at least thirty yuan."

Back at Xiangtianmen, I squatted by the dock waiting for work.

After a long day, the client paid me 55 yuan, but the system supplemented me with over 430 yuan.

"The transport mode covered over 10,000 meters? That's more than ten kilometers?"

He glanced up at the clock on the wall of the small shop next door; it was only 4:50. He slapped his thigh: "It's time to treat Old Mei and the others to a good meal."

We hadn't even had a meal together after we finished moving the goods last time.