Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

In front of a brick house at the Yue'erwan Wharf on the riverbank.

A large group of more than two hundred people, all wearing straw hats, straw sandals, and gray vests embroidered with the characters "Sanshui," were taking stock and settling accounts.

Sanshuihui, as the name suggests, made its fortune by occupying three docks of similar size. It was considered a second-rate porter force in Gongzhou Prefecture, and Yue'erwan was a rather prosperous dock.

In front of the house was a long table, behind which sat a middle-aged man in a satin robe. His three strands of beard were neatly combed. He was the manager of the Sanshui Association at Yue'er Bay, surnamed Song. Among the porters, he was secretly nicknamed "Slant-Eyed Song".

He stroked his beard, held an account book, and placed a basket of copper coins on a long table. He then distributed the copper coins he had earned that day to the porters one by one.

Song, with his slanted eyes, almost never looked directly at the porters, his eyes always narrowed. Only when he looked at the copper coins and silver coins did his eyes straighten and become alert.

Yang Silang strode towards the crowd, like a bird returning to its nest. Although he did odd jobs, he came here every night, as was the rule of the Sanshui Association.

If you eat someone else's food, you have to abide by their rules.

"Shiro!"

At this moment, several people in the crowd waved to Yang Silang.

Yang Silang hurriedly agreed and went over, greeting everyone with a smile.

"Master Zhu, Daniel, Erhu, Xiongshan!"

Old Zhu was an old man, still straight-backed, his body covered in lumps of flesh. He was an old porter, highly respected among the crowd, and he puffed heavily on his water pipe.

Wang Daniu was not tall, had an honest face, and a sturdy build.

Li Erhu was of average height, but he had broad joints, a fierce-looking face, and a ruthless energy that seemed ready to pounce.

Xiong Shan was a few inches shorter than Da Niu, but he was as thick as half a wall. He had the best physical strength and was usually taciturn.

These men were porters who had a good relationship with Yang Silang and had lent him money to help him.

"Si Lang, you look good today. Is there enough food at home? If not, just ask us. We're brothers, don't be shy."

"That's right, we're all just single people, so don't feel awkward about it."

"Shiro, you're here?"

The group had a closer relationship than most people, simply because Zhu Niu, Hu Xiong, and Yang Silang were all from Huang County, especially Da Niu and Yang Silang, who were from the same village.

In this era, the bond between people from the same hometown is sometimes trampled on, and sometimes highly valued. Fortunately, we all belong to the latter category.

Among them, Master Zhu was an old porter who had been in Gongzhou Prefecture for decades. He was highly respected among the porters, known for his integrity and honesty. He was a veteran porter and was said to be skilled in martial arts.

Yang Silang and the others only came to Gongzhou Prefecture because of this flood. They all became porters and joined the Sanshui Association, working at Yue'erwan. It was fate that they met.

When people are far from home, they are all from the same hometown and share the same plight, so naturally the four of them stick together and become closer.

Of course, Niu, Hu, and Xiong worked with Master Zhu every day, and they were together every day, so their relationship was closer. They were all considered "official" members.

Yang Silang, who worked odd jobs as a guerrilla every day, was just a low-level lackey. He lacked confidence when talking to these fellow villagers.

The so-called "three-legged nail" refers to a nail that is divided into three equal parts: hard, straight, and soft.

The fewest members are the "hard-legged Ding" (a nickname for a specific group of members), but they can easily shoulder heavy responsibilities, understand teamwork, take on heavy work, and specialize in difficult and demanding tasks. They are the face of the association.

Zhengjiao Ding makes money by selling in large quantities and is the main force in this industry.

The more heads of the soft-legged Ding people, the more they can form a network to cover the sphere of influence and strengthen the association's power; each of the three has its own use.

"Fourth brother, you look much better today." Master Zhu exhaled a puff of smoke and stared intently at Yang Silang. "It seems that the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill from Caozhentang really works."

Caozhentang's Xiaohuandan costs one tael of silver per pill and is said to be able to revive the dead and bring the dead back to life. It is said to use materials from the bodies of exotic beasts as medicine.

Yang Silang, who had not yet awakened his innate wisdom, borrowed money at exorbitant interest rates just to buy this thing.

Yang Silang's lips twitched. It is said that martial artists in this world can achieve all sorts of incredible effects, in addition to their own efforts, they rely on exotic beasts, exotic herbs and other rare and wonderful things in the world as auxiliary materials.

Many medicines are even rumored to be miraculous; for example, this Little Rejuvenating Pill is said to be so effective because it uses the scales of a strange beast called the Silver Brocade Fish.

The efficacy of this medicine is difficult to assess.

If you call it bad, it does keep you hanging on, even clarifying your past life memories.

Despite its supposed benefits, it has never been able to cure the root cause of physical weakness and deficiency, and its effects on the body remain unclear.

"Master Zhu, brothers, I owe you all a total of six hundred and five copper coins, and I will definitely pay it back as soon as possible..." Yang Silang patted his chest, "I feel better these days, and I can earn a little more each day..."

Everyone has their own struggles. If someone lends you money, even if it's just a penny, it shows their trust. Even if you can't pay it back right now, you must never forget it; it's a matter of attitude.

He said the same thing before the inscription was activated, but he wasn't sure, so it was half promise and half wish. After the inscription was activated, he was more confident, and his voice became louder and more resolute.

Master Zhu nodded, unconcerned. Wang Daniu said, "Take care of yourself first. What's the point of asking for more? We'll talk about it later if you need more." Li Erhu and Xiong Shan's expressions softened considerably upon hearing this—this fellow villager was a man of principle.

We are all people trying to make a living. Although the amount borrowed is not much, it is all hard-earned money, and of course we don't want it to be wasted.

The group chatted for a few minutes, then moved forward with the line. When they saw that there were few people ahead of them and it was their turn, they fell silent.

With a slanted eye, Song flipped through the ledgers in his hands with lightning speed, wielding his brush as he distributed money to the porters one by one, the basket of copper coins at his feet gradually dwindling.

Master Zhu received a hundred or so coins today, Xiong San, who was the strongest, received sixty coins, and Da Niu and Er Hu each received fifty coins.

When it came to Yang Silang, he respectfully presented him with four copper coins with both hands.

Knowing that he was too weak to carry heavy loads, the association allowed him to do odd jobs around the Moon Bay Wharf for the first two months, but he had to pay a share of the profits, which was one-tenth of the profits according to the rules, and he had to pay it every day.

"Master Song, this is today's allowance."

Song, the head of the gang, did not raise his hand, and Yang Silang obediently placed four copper coins on the table.

"Hmm..." Manager Song stared at the four copper coins, clicked his tongue, and said, "Little Four, you've earned more today than usual..."

Yang Silang bowed in response.

"Thank you for your past help, Steward Song. I'm lucky today; the master is kind and gave me a few extra coins."

Song, with a sidelong glance, stroked his beard and coughed.

"Xiao Si, you've been doing odd jobs for over a month now."

"If you don't officially start work every day, the association will lose money."

"You know, nobody's money comes from thin air. The guild has been good to you; you should be grateful!"

"If you ask me, you should officially start working at the docks tomorrow, carrying heavy loads. You should work with Old Zhu!"

Yang Silang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly whispered, "Manager Song, please be lenient."

If someone with an unawakened rune were to actually carry heavy loads, they would probably be exhausted to the point of vomiting blood within a month. Even with runes now, it would take some time for the runes to take effect, so it would be best to rest and recuperate first.

This caught him completely off guard.

Not only is Song with slanted eyes slanted, but his heart is also slanted; who knows what wicked scheme he's plotting.

When he's in charge, all he cares about is making money and skimming profits. The Sanshui Association isn't his, so why would he care if the association is losing money?

Furthermore, the government had issued an order at the time, and the association cooperated. It was stipulated that the weak and injured members of this group of disaster victims could work part-time for two months before starting formal work. The government also assigned some additional river-related jobs to the association as compensation.

How could there be a loss here?