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

More than ten days later.

The sun is setting.

On one side of the Moon Bend Wharf, in front of the Sanshuihui row houses, a large group of porters waited to settle their accounts and finish work. They were divided into dozens of groups according to their distance and relationship with the porters, and sat on the ground.

After a long day of hard work, one can finally rest and receive the hard-earned copper coins.

Everyone seemed relaxed, chatting loudly.

Yang Silang and several of his fellow villagers sat down together and took out water bags from their waists to drink heartily.

His hair was completely wet, and his vest was soaked with sweat. His brown muscles were becoming increasingly defined beneath his trousers, and he looked very energetic.

"Little Four..." Master Zhu said, puffing on his water pipe, "Are the herbal remedies prescribed by the pharmacists at Caozhentang really that potent?"

"You looked weak just over ten days ago, but these past two days you've been working hard just like everyone else, and you're quite robust now."

"My grandson needs a lot of herbal decoctions to practice martial arts. It seems I should go to Caozhentang to see how effective they are."

Wang Daniu took over the conversation.

"Yeah, we originally wanted to help you out by doing parallel bars with you, but we didn't expect that you would do everything by yourself after the first day."

Li Erhu chimed in.

"Today, it seems you picked out more items than I did..."

Xiongshan, who was usually quiet, suddenly spoke up.

"Today, the fourth brother and I picked the same amount."

Yang Silang smiled and nodded without saying a word.

These days, he still managed to find time to go to Caozhentang and buy a few doses of herbal medicine, but they were just the most ordinary stuff costing a few coins, used to deceive people.

In his mind, after a hard day's work, the panel now showed his stamina at 80, and in just a few moments, it had risen to 81 and was still slowly recovering.

He has completely recovered his health by using the Rejuvenation Technique five times a day.

On the panel, the basic values ​​of lifespan and stamina have both reached 90. Then, the Rejuvenation Divine Power can no longer increase them. He guessed that it may have reached the upper limit of this mortal body that has not practiced martial arts.

With the current stats and the blessing of the inscription, one's stamina easily exceeds 100, allowing one to carry a load of 100 jin (50 kg) while remaining firmly planted on one's feet, and to quickly climb 100 steps.

In addition, during the ten-day grace period, he was able to move around quickly thanks to the inscription, earning far more than usual. On good days, he could earn sixty or seventy coins, and even on bad days, he could still earn forty coins.

Knowing that Song Pi had tricked him, and that some underhanded tricks were definitely waiting for him after he became a regular soldier, Yang Silang hadn't honestly reported his gains during those ten days, concealing a large part of what he had gained.

In addition, becoming a full member grants the benefit of a 50% reduction in membership fees.

These days, after paying off the loan sharks, he actually managed to save some money for the first time, a little over a hundred coins.

Although he still owed money to several fellow villagers, Yang Silang felt more confident.

These past few days, the atmosphere has been much more relaxed when everyone is together.

Previously, Zhu Ye and the others were worried about Yang Silang, fearing he wouldn't be able to handle it. But seeing Yang Silang prove himself to be a good porter, they were all relieved.

It's only natural to be happy that one's fellow villager can be a qualified constable, and also to be happy about the money one has lent out.

"Master Zhu, Da Niu, Er Hu, Xiong Shan, what I said today..." Yang Silang looked embarrassed.

"No problem, the few of us can chip in, it's just two hundred coins, right?" Wang Daniu said quickly, "It's never good to be burdened with loan sharks."

"It would be best to settle the debt in advance."

"Unfortunately, the money lenders are very corrupt. Even if you pay off the loan early, they won't charge you a penny less. In the end, you still lose money."

Yang Silang smiled and said, "I can't worry about that now, let's just pay it back first."

This is the benefit of striving for success. Today, I was able to carry as much as Xiong Shan, the strongest among us, which made people look at me with more respect.

Not only can the money borrowed before be put aside, but another sum can also be borrowed.

In this way, the debt to Gao Laodao is settled, saving Fifth Sister from being constantly anxious, fearing that Fourth Brother will sell her—if the timing isn't right, selling her to a wealthy family as a servant or maid would be a way out.

The key issue is that Gao Laodao has a bad reputation and a history of selling people into brothels. Isn't that like sending people into a fire pit?

Master Zhu nodded in agreement.

"That's right, you don't need to rush to pay us back. Your older sister is having a hard time. If you have some spare cash, help her out and make her life a little easier."

Yang Silang's smile vanished, and he said solemnly, "Master Zhu is right."

"Get in line, get in line..."

At this moment, there was a commotion at the front of the group.

Several people carried out a long table, chairs, and a basket for holding copper coins, and then Song, with his slanted eyes, staggered out from behind.

When Yang Silang saw Manager Song glancing in his direction, he immediately lowered his head, panting, and pretended to be very tired.

The crowd formed a long queue.

A moment later, it was their turn.

"Tsk tsk..." Song, with a sidelong glance, feigned kindness, "Little Si, not bad, you actually got sixty coins today!"

"But young people shouldn't overexert themselves. You have a long life ahead of you, and it's not good to hurt your health."

Yang Silang hurriedly thanked the steward for his concern and took six small strings of copper coins from the side, each string containing exactly ten coins.

With a sidelong glance, Song turned to Master Zhu and said...

"Old Zhu, speaking of which, your fellow villagers are all hardworking and strong."

"This year, several of our veteran players are getting old and their stamina can't keep up, so they have to step down and become regular players."

"I think you could train them, teach them the Three-Legged Stance, and the guild can provide them with meat rations and bone-strengthening pills. How about trying to make them into Hard-Legged Stance Soldiers?"

Master Zhu's expression changed.

Hard-footed Ding, the true pillar of the guild, specializes in doing difficult and demanding jobs.

That requires practicing the three-legged stance, lower body training, muscle training, and weight-bearing training. Although the skill is rudimentary, it is still skill.

While becoming a hard-working soldier certainly earns more, it requires a lot of physical exertion, so one must eat well every day. Although meat is only available every few days and some supplements are provided, the majority of the daily expenses are still paid by oneself.

So although he received a hundred coins a day, when you really calculate it, it wasn't more than twice as much as a regular soldier's usual income.

But once you become a hard-working member, you're considered a true member of the Sanshui Association. Even if the rivers freeze for three or four months in winter and there's much less work, the Sanshui Association will still give you a monthly allowance.

If someone becomes an elderly and frail soldier and is forced to serve as a regular soldier, they will receive a three-tael silver red envelope as payment. For ordinary people, this is a considerable income.

He's a shrewd old man; he said he'd discuss it with them, but he didn't actually refuse.

After they squeezed out of the crowd, they climbed the steps together to return home.

Master Zhu slowly explained the pros and cons of the hard-footed Ding to the group.

Wang Daniu couldn't hold back any longer.

"Master Zhu, it's good to be a hard-working soldier. You can eat meat every few days, drink wine after a hard day's work, and have money to support your family in winter."

"I want to be a tough guy!"

Li Erhu and Xiong Shan remained silent, but were also eager to try.

These men all came from poor farming backgrounds. They were hardworking and physically strong, and they were not afraid of anything else but poverty.

Yang Silang always felt that Song, with his slanted eyes, was up to no good by proposing the hard-footed Ding method.

Master Zhu waved his hand and said, "No rush, no rush. I won't stop you if you have this idea. Go back and think about it for one night, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. Right now, let's raise money for Xiao Si."

The group pooled together two hundred coins, which Yang Silang accepted with great gratitude, promising to repay the debt as soon as possible.

Master Zhu nodded, while the other fellow villagers dreamed of making more money after becoming hard-working soldiers, and didn't take it seriously.

Yang Silang bid farewell to everyone and turned to disappear into the alley.

Turning left and right, the crowd gradually thickened, and the people dressed in exquisite and luxurious attire, with shops lining both sides.

There was a Tongda Money Exchange with three storefronts, quite impressive.

Yang Silang looked up, then stepped inside.

A waiter immediately came to greet him and showed no disdain for his vest, clearly someone accustomed to serving the poor.

"Sir, would you like to pawn or borrow?"

Yang Silang reached into his robes and touched the inner pocket, where the copper coins were hot and heavy from his body heat.

He shook his head.

"I won't lend or borrow money I don't want; I'll repay the loan!"