Starting from a short stick, becoming the master of the universe

Chapter 22 I'll Show You My Skills
At first glance, it sounds a little unbelievable.

If you think about it carefully, it is the truth.

The area under the jurisdiction of the Wild Wolf Gang is very small. It is unlikely that these gangsters don’t know each other.

He injured two groups of people successively, once when he was one against two, and once when he was one against three. And in the one when he was one against three, he directly injured one of them seriously.

What would the other thugs think when they heard the news? They would definitely think that he was a man who was good at using a stick and was ruthless.

Therefore, apart from the Wild Wolf Gang and the people from the martial arts school on the street, he also became a target that the local thugs could not afford to mess with.

After thinking about all this, Jiang Cheng felt a little complicated.

As soon as he came across, he was worried that he would be robbed by gangsters on the way back.

Now, there is basically no need to worry. Even if he comes back after dark, few gangsters have the courage to block his way.

This is good news.

But I feel a little lost.

Because I lost a way to make quick money.

These gangsters don't have much money, but they have some small notes of a few dozen or a hundred yuan. After each robbery, they can get two or three hundred yuan, which is equivalent to nearly ten kilograms of pork.

"Forget it. I am pretty good at roasting sweet potatoes now. I can make two or three hundred a day without taking any risks. Robbing these thugs and robbing the thugs may sound good, but if you walk by the river, you will get your feet wet. What if something goes wrong one day?"

Jiang Cheng quickly adjusted his mindset.

He is indeed quite good at using a short stick, but to be honest, he is only at a proficient level, about the same as someone who has practiced for a year. It would not be good if he was too arrogant.

First, I will rely on selling sweet potatoes to raise the 3,000 yuan I need to pay next month.

At the same time, I also practiced the short stick, striving to raise my proficiency in the short stick to the highest level as soon as possible.

In this way, even when facing the top combat force of the Wild Wolf Gang, he would not be afraid.

Also, those beasts from Longxing Martial Arts School two days ago.

He is a petty person. He will take revenge when there is revenge and repay favors when there is favor. He will definitely find an opportunity to beat those people up!
The old man breathed a sigh of relief after arriving home safely. As usual, he asked Jiang Cheng whether anything dangerous had happened on the way back.

Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head, drove the car home, and asked:
"Grandma, guess how much I sold today?"

The old man was taken aback.

“I sold over 400 today!”

"!"

The old man opened his mouth wide and asked, "How much?"

"More than four hundred!"

Jiang Cheng repeated it, took out more than a hundred yuan in change from his pocket and put it on the table.

Then he opened the oil barrel and took out the sweet potatoes inside.

The old man held his breath.

These sweet potatoes on the truck seem to weigh more than 3 kilograms. At the price of yuan per kilogram, that would be more than yuan.

Plus the more than one hundred cash on the table.

More than four hundred.

The old man couldn't believe his eyes.

She has been selling sweet potatoes for decades, and on the busiest day, she only sold more than 60 sweet potatoes, earning more than 300 yuan, almost 400 yuan.

Jiangcheng sold more than four hundred today?
"Xiaocheng, why did you sell so much today?"

Her lips trembled.

"Of course it's because I'm good at roasting sweet potatoes."

Jiang Cheng said with some pride: "When I set up the stall at noon, two people were waiting. They waited for almost an hour to eat my baked sweet potatoes. People kept coming later, and everyone said that my baked sweet potatoes were the best they had ever eaten."

"Really, really?"

The old man still couldn't believe it.

"Of course it's true. Let me show you how I am an expert at roasting sweet potatoes, Grandma."

Jiang Cheng said as he was about to start grilling.

“No, no.” The old woman quickly stopped him, “Grandma believes you. How can I not believe what you said?”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng knew that the old man was actually reluctant to part with it. He was not only reluctant to eat the roasted sweet potatoes, but also reluctant to part with the charcoal.

However, this time, he wasn't going to listen.

Today, he wants to show off his skills no matter what he says.

On the one hand, it is to make the old man believe that his current craftsmanship is indeed good and better than his predecessor, and it is for this reason that he sells so many products.

In this way, when he brings back more money later, he won’t have to worry about the old man thinking too much and can use it to improve his life.

Unlike the money I robbed from gangsters before, which can be used to buy things, bringing back too many things requires a reasonable explanation.

On the other hand, since you have earned more than a hundred yuan today, the net profit is about fifty or sixty yuan. Would you still be reluctant to give the old man a sweet potato?

"Small town, small town." Seeing this, the old man repeatedly spoke out to stop them.

In the end, Jiang Cheng refused to listen, lit the charcoal and started grilling.

"Hey, you kid."

The old man's tone was blaming, but tears were glistening in his eyes.

She knew that Jiang Cheng couldn't bear to leave her, so in order to let her eat roasted sweet potatoes, she made up an excuse that he was a skilled cook.

She was the one who taught Jiang Cheng how to roast sweet potatoes. How could she not know whether his skills had improved?

But Jiang Cheng insisted on doing so, and she had no choice.

"Xiaocheng, remember to bake one for your sister Chen and Yueyue."

She sighed and said, "After you left, I took the pound of meat and eggs and wanted your sister Chen to accept them, but she said she didn't want anything and said that if you continue like this, she won't visit us anymore."

"understood."

Even if the old man didn't say it, Jiang Cheng had this idea.

I put four sweet potatoes on it, then thought about it and decided it didn’t sound good, so I put one more.

Three of them were given to grandma, Mrs. Chen next door, and Lin Yue.

The remaining two are for myself.

Ever since he started practicing with the short stick, he felt his appetite had increased a lot. After lunch, he would feel hungry around three or four in the afternoon.

Of course, there is also the reason why his baked sweet potatoes are really delicious.

As time passed, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes gradually filled the whole house.

The old man looked at the golden and dazzling fruit flesh and couldn't help swallowing.

The roasted sweet potatoes in the small town seem to be really good?

After more than forty minutes, the sweet potatoes were finally baked. Jiang Cheng took a bowl, put a baked sweet potato in it, then took a pair of chopsticks and handed it to the old man.

"Grandma, have a taste and see how my cooking tastes."

The old man took the chopsticks, picked up a little flesh, blew on the hot air, and put it into his mouth.

After chewing twice, his eyes narrowed.

"It's so sweet."

Her face was full of smiles.

"Sweet?"

Jiang Cheng smiled with some pain.

Looking at the wrinkles on the old man's forehead, he couldn't help but think of a poem, "I went to the city yesterday, and came back with tears on my handkerchief. The man dressed in silk and satin is not a silkworm farmer."

Grandma hasn't eaten baked sweet potatoes for several months.

"Grandma, take your time eating. I'll give these two to Sister Chen and the others."

"Hey, let's go."

The old man quickly agreed and couldn't help but pick up another piece of fruit flesh with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

So sweet.

(End of this chapter)