The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Four copper coins for a bowl of soup noodles. Lu Jing ate four bowls in a row. He put down his chopsticks not because he was full, but because he only had ten copper coins left. Lu Jing didn't want to bankrupt himself with just breakfast.

Besides, his gluttony had already attracted the attention of some passersby and diners. Everyone gathered around, happily watching the 'rice bucket' at work. Unfortunately, Lu Jing didn't continue his eating show, turning around and leaving the food stall.

After walking a few steps, shaking off the bored citizens who were happy to watch the excitement, Lu Jing reached out and touched his lower abdomen.

He had just poured four large bowls of soup noodles down, but miraculously, his stomach didn't seem to have changed much. Moreover, Lu Jing didn't know if it was his imagination, but the bloating pain in his lower abdomen seemed to have eased slightly, while the area around the 'Qichong' point seemed to have a warm sensation rising.

The so-called 'Burong' and 'Qichong' are both names of acupoints, and both belong to the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian. Although Zhang Sanfeng had been testing him for the past three months and hadn't immediately accepted him as a disciple, he had already taught him the basic knowledge of stance and acupoint meridians in advance. Lu Jing knew that this area was probably related to his stomach and intestines.

However, Zhang Sanfeng had never told him what it meant when these acupoints suddenly became hot. Lu Jing vaguely felt that his gastrointestinal digestive function seemed to have become stronger, but that was obvious. If it wasn't strong, he would have been stuffed to death after four large bowls of soup noodles. However, Lu Jing didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. After all, people with hyperthyroidism were said to be able to eat a lot.

Moreover, he didn't know if his appetite had only increased for this meal, or if he would eat this much every meal in the future. If he continued to eat like this, it was hard to say whether his stomach and intestines could handle it, but his purse definitely couldn't.

Lu Jing walked to the dock in various random thoughts.

Zhang Family Dock was one of the thirteen docks in Wujiang City, and it was also where he had been begging for food during this time.

At this time, the sky had just dawned, and many porters were already waiting here to start work. In fact, this was not the busiest season for the dock. When the new rice came down, in order to transport it to the capital as soon as possible, the porters often worked in two or three shifts around the clock.

Many people didn't even go back to their residences outside the city when they rested, but directly found an open space at the dock to sleep on the ground. They would wake up and continue working. No one complained, after all, having something to do was better than having nothing to do. The porters were not afraid of hardship or fatigue, but they were most afraid of encountering the off-season when there was little work to do.

Lu Jing handed his waist tag to a "Mr." at the dock for inspection. These gentlemen were also members of the Green Bamboo Gang, but unlike the porters, they didn't have to carry goods themselves. Instead, they were responsible for keeping accounts and issuing tallies. In addition, each dock would have a "small boss" and a group of "sticks" responsible for maintaining order. These people were the core of the Green Bamboo Gang.

The income of the sticks and gentlemen was generally two to three times that of ordinary porters. As for the small boss who was responsible for managing all the porters at a dock, it was even higher. In addition to these original dividends, the small boss, gentlemen, and sticks could often get another tribute from the porters.

This money was not mandatory, but there was definitely a difference between paying and not paying. Although the porters' remuneration was calculated by tallies, the gentlemen determined how many tallies a piece of cargo was worth, and then the small boss confirmed it. Each time a cargo ship docked, there was more than one ship, and the goods were not the same, so there were many tricks in it.

For example, some people who paid tribute this time were assigned to carry tea cakes, while others, including Lu Jing, went to carry millet. The gentlemen set one tally for a box of tea cakes and two tallies for a bag of millet, seemingly taking into account that millet was heavier than tea cakes, but in fact, a bag of millet was much heavier than two boxes of tea cakes.

Therefore, the porters who went to carry millet inevitably felt dissatisfied, but at most they just complained in a low voice, not daring to let the sticks hear it, especially some older porters who had been in the business for a long time simply lowered their heads and said nothing.

Lu Jing, on the other hand, had no time to care about this kind of thing. He was still pondering the sudden situation on his body. Probably because the soup noodles had already been digested, the warm feeling wandering in the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian had disappeared at this moment, as if it had never appeared before, even making Lu Jing somewhat doubtful whether it was just his illusion before.

The bloating pain in his lower abdomen was still there, making Lu Jing helpless. He had to recall what he had done yesterday, but after thinking about it, everything seemed quite ordinary.

Could it be a viral infection?

While Lu Jing was thinking, he had already followed the porter in front of him onto a Feipeng boat, drilling into the cargo hold. He saw that the cabin was filled with millet, one bag stacked on top of another, each bag weighing almost a hundred pounds.

When Lu Jing first came, he could only carry one bag at a time, but after working for more than half a year, he could now carry two bags. However, this level was still relatively sparse among the porters. Some old porters who had been eating this meal for many years, despite their thin bodies, could basically carry three bags to start, and some could even carry four bags. What was even rarer was that their pace was not slow.

Among them, a strong man called Niu Jiu was the most outstanding. He stood not far in front of Lu Jing. When it was his turn, he didn't say a word and directly let the porters behind him put five bags of millet on his back, which was a weight of five hundred pounds. When he stood up, his face didn't change color, and he took big steps to go ashore, truly born with divine power.

When he passed the wooden plank between the ship and the shore, everyone could even hear the creaking wail of the plank under his feet, and they couldn't help but show envious expressions. They had to know that Niu Jiu's trip was almost as good as two trips for others, which also meant that his remuneration was much higher than that of ordinary porters.

Seeing this, Lu Jing couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, in this world, not only studying and practicing martial arts, but whatever you do, you have to pay attention to talent. Therefore, the most important thing for people is to find what they are really good at as soon as possible and devote themselves to it. For him now, it might be to find a way to save up a sum of money and then go back to continue being his problem-solving machine.

Of course, the premise was that there was nothing seriously wrong with his dantian.

Lu Jing helped the porter in front of him carry the millet, and when the latter left, it was his turn. Like the other porters carrying grain before, Lu Jing also turned in a direction, facing the position of the hatch, his calves slightly bent, squatting down, and then stretched out two fingers, making a gesture of two. The two porters behind him immediately understood, picked up two bags of millet and put them on his shoulders.

As the first bag of millet fell, Lu Jing's knees also sank, but before he could do anything, his lower abdomen responded first. A warm current涌 out from his dantian, and then divided into six, going down along the Foot Taiyang Meridian and Foot Shaoyang Meridian. At the same time, Lu Jing's legs also lightened.

When the next second bag of millet fell, the warm current from the dantian split into six more strands, this time going up along the Hand Taiyang Meridian and Hand Shaoyang Meridian. As a result, the soreness in Lu Jing's shoulders and arms magically disappeared.