Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

"Ah Qing, what brings you here? Didn't I tell you to rest at home?"

Zhou Tao, who was not far away, also caught sight of Chen Qing and quickly stepped forward, his tone full of concern and a hint of reproach.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm perfectly fine. I even took on a casual job with Da Niu and the others in the city yesterday."

Chen Qing said with a smile.

"There are two arrogant brothers surnamed Wang in the city who dared to steal our jobs, and we beat them up."

Da Niu, standing to the side, quietly chimed in.

Seeing that none of them were injured, Zhou Tao stopped scolding them and said in a deep voice, "It's fine for you to go out and find work, but remember not to be reckless. If you really run into trouble, come back and tell us adults. Don't try to tough it out on your own."

Children from poor families mature early. These teenagers, though still young, had already been working alongside adults at the docks to make a living, and had experienced several conflicts, both big and small.

Chen Qing, in particular, is ruthless and has a quick-thinking ability that surpasses that of many adults, so Zhou Tao doesn't need to worry about her too much.

Just as Zhou Tao was about to ask Chen Qing about the Liu family, he caught a glimpse of a large sailboat slowly approaching the shore on the river not far away.

"Get ready to work!"

Zhou Tao gave a shout and took the lead towards Changji Rice Shop, followed closely by a group of laborers from the Shangquan Gang.

Changji Rice Shop was built on the banks of the Huangshui River. Its goods were mainly transported to Haicheng, with one boatload per day, making the business extremely stable.

The group lined up in front of the warehouse, first receiving a bamboo tally from the foreman, then entering the warehouse, each carrying a sack of rice, and steadily walking towards the large boat on the riverbank.

The moment Chen Qing lifted the sack of rice, he clearly noticed that it felt lighter than usual.

The sack was the same size as usual, and its weight was certainly the same. The only explanation was that his strength had increased.

It turns out that under the blessing of the meditation room, he not only accumulates experience as a porter when he does manual labor, but his strength also gradually increases.

Noticing the changes in his body, Chen Qing felt a surge of energy and steadily carried the sack weighing over a hundred pounds to the sailboat a hundred meters away.

When he carried the eighth bag, a sudden realization dawned on him. He slightly adjusted his posture and a line of small print immediately appeared before his eyes.

Porter Experience +1

Chen Qing glanced at his personal panel and found that his porter experience had increased to 75 points.

"At a rate of at least 1 point per day, the porter's experience will be maxed out in another 25 days."

He felt a surge of excitement and quickened his pace.

In just half a day, all the goods were loaded onto the ship.

Chen Qingqing counted the bamboo tallies in his hand; there were 26 in total, three more than usual.

He took the bamboo tally to the foreman to exchange for his wages. After deducting the foreman's share, he finally received thirteen copper coins.

Chen Qing squeezed the copper coin in his hand tightly, a surge of uncontrollable anger welling up inside him.

With that little money, he could barely afford his daily rations. He couldn't even imagine how difficult life must be for Uncle Zhou and his family.

Let's not talk about the Shandong group; everyone here is a laborer, earning a living through their own abilities.

But those foremen and overseers who leech off them are the ones who truly deserve to die!

They do no work, yet they earn more money than these hard-working laborers.

"Sooner or later, we will drag these people down from their high positions and let them taste what it's like to be exploited."

Chen Qing made a silent vow in his heart.

He declined Uncle Zhou's invitation to lunch, and made an appointment with Da Niu and others to go to the city together in the afternoon to find odd jobs. Afterwards, he found a food stall by himself.

Eight copper coins, with vegetables, meat, and unlimited rice.

Chen Qing ate a hearty meal, rested briefly in his shack, and then headed to the city with Da Niu and the others as promised.

They were exceptionally lucky today; they landed two odd jobs and earned twelve copper coins.

Including what he earned in the morning, Chen Qing earned a total of twenty-five copper coins for the day.

No one dared to delay, and they rushed back to the dock before nightfall.

To supplement his nutrition, Chen Qing specially bought rice, fresh meat, eggs, and various vegetables, and cooked a meal in his shack.

After dinner, he began practicing Baduanjin (Eight Pieces of Brocade).

With the help of the meditation room, my experience with the Eight Pieces of Brocade steadily increased, and my body, which had been exhausted after a long day, was thoroughly restored.

Days passed by, and with the blessing of the meditation room and ample nutrition, Chen Qing's body underwent tremendous changes.

His originally thin body gradually became strong and upright, he grew taller and stronger.

The porter's experience increases by at least 1 point every day, and occasionally by 2 points, bringing you closer and closer to perfection.

My experience with Baduanjin (Eight Pieces of Brocade) is also steadily improving.

Seeing herself making progress every day, Chen Qing felt that her days were exceptionally fulfilling.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.

On his way to work at the dock, Chen Qing habitually opened his personal panel.

Name: Chen Qing

【Occupation: Porter (98/100)】

[Skill: Baduanjin (58/100)]

【修行室lv1：1.增强50%修行效果。2.每次修行必有进步。（下次升级需500银元）】

"Soon, in two days at most, the porter's experience will be maxed out."

Chen Qing was filled with anticipation.

Upon arriving at the dock, the laborers from the Shangquan gang greeted him warmly.

The eyes of Da Niu and his peers were full of respect when they looked at him.

Even the older laborers looked at him with an indescribable expectation.

Chen Qing's recent changes are truly astonishing.

Not only did he grow taller and stronger, but his strength also far surpassed that of many able-bodied laborers.

She can easily carry two bags of rice weighing over 100 pounds each, and walks steadily as if on flat ground, whether on rugged uphill or downhill slopes or across narrow, slippery boat decks.

What's even more remarkable is that, despite being capable of carrying more goods, he deliberately left some work for others, carrying a maximum of only 30 bags of rice per day.

Everyone saw and remembered these things, and they were extremely grateful to him.

In addition to this, Chen Qing also possessed a unique aura.

Like a butterfly pupa trapped in a cocoon, silently accumulating strength, waiting to break through the last shackle so it can emerge from its cocoon, spread its wings, and soar high.

Everyone had a feeling that this kid was no ordinary person and would surely amount to something great in the future.

Perhaps, it can even help them escape this dark and hopeless quagmire.

"Ah Qing, have you been eating some kind of magic pill lately? You've grown so tall and strong."

Zhou Tao stepped forward and joked with a smile.

Chen Qing smiled and casually replied, "Maybe it's because I've been eating more lately and my nutrition has improved."

Zhou Tao patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of relief: "You're at the age where you're growing, so eat as much as you want. Do you have enough money? If not, just tell Uncle Zhou. Don't force yourself."

Back then, Zhou Tao and Chen Qing's father were as close as brothers. After Chen Qing's father passed away, Zhou Tao took good care of him and had long regarded him as her own nephew.

Seeing Chen Qing becoming more and more outstanding, he was genuinely happy for the boy.

"The money is enough, thank you Uncle Zhou."

Chen Qing expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

He used all 198 silver dollars he had saved to activate the meditation room.

The copper coins he's earned lately are far from enough to cover his daily expenses.

Fortunately, he still had three of the five silver dollars that Uncle Zhou and the others had given him when he was injured, which barely ensured that he could get enough nutrition every day.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then the familiar large sailboat appeared on the river.

Just as the group of laborers were getting ready to start working, a loud commotion suddenly broke out not far away.

"You son of a bitch, Zhang Mazi, don't push your luck!"

"This territory belongs to the Qilu Gang from now on. If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here, or I'll have to take action!"

"Go to hell! You dare break Master Qin's rules? Aren't you afraid he'll deal with you?"

"I already told Master Qin, you're not leaving, are you? Then don't blame me for being ruthless and killing you all!"

The shouts had barely stopped when a fight broke out.