Starting with the flesh-based stimulant

The peddler, feeling rebuffed, muttered to himself as he walked around to the back of the motorcycle and stood side-by-side with Zhou He.

"Young Master Zhou, is my incense ash any good?"

Zhou He nodded slightly, not mentioning the clothes Lao Han had given him, and focused his gaze on the driver.

The driver pulled out a whip from somewhere, held both ends of the whip, looked up at the moon and gestured for a long time, then suddenly opened his mouth and began to chant.

Unlike the peddler's ramblings or the old hunchback's singing, his chanting possessed a powerful and lingering strength:

"A whip three feet and three inches long, used to spur a horse out of the Qin Pass."

"Build bridges to cross rivers, and carve paths through mountains."

"Hey! The main road to the world is only three zhang wide."

"Hey! Gentlemen of the past, please don't blame me for disturbing your peace."

"I feel like I'm walking on air!"

The last note was drawn out, the hoarse sound lingering in the moonlight, and Zhou He seemed to see the motorcycle's headlight flash.

Like a steed, it blinks in response to its master.

"Young Master Zhou, have you never seen anything like this before?"

The peddler scooted closer to Zhou He, baring his teeth.

"Is being a coachman his profession?"

Zhou He ignored him, smiling, and asked another question instead.

The peddler wasn't annoyed, and nodded with a smile:

"Qi Bashi is a seasoned veteran of the whip-wielding art. In terms of skill, few can match his power."

"Student, Chen Donkey, stop with the small talk, get on the bus and let's go."

The driver turned around, straddled the motorcycle, and stepped on the accelerator, sending a plume of smoke billowing from the exhaust pipe.

Zhou He sat down behind him, placing his hands on his legs. The peddler also shouted "Hey!" and straddled him, half of his buttocks resting on the welded frame behind him.

He didn't push his own cart today.

Zhou He heard a muffled thud, and a strong push came from behind him, causing him to lean backward.

The next second he saw the wheels crush the yellow earth, creating a wave of earth, roaring as they rushed forward.

The road conditions weren't great, and it should have been bumpy, but Zhou He felt it was smooth while sitting on the motorcycle.

The dark, gloomy cliffs on both sides were left behind, and soon we emerged from the ravine and onto the main road.

Occasionally, faint lights would flash across the roadside, and beyond that lay a dense forest.

As the wheels approached, the trees in the forest swayed together, as if they were a single entity.

The bicycle was not stopped; one hand gripped the handlebars, while the other hand pulled a wad of paper money from his pocket and scattered it into the air.

"Please excuse me from passing through; a gentleman, please don't be offended."

The powerful and desolate voice rang out again, and the forest slowly quieted down.

Zhou He silently made a note of it, when suddenly he felt a weight behind him.

I turned my head slightly and realized the peddler had his head resting on my shoulder, grinning slyly.

"This is what you call a master lacquerer; most people couldn't walk through Zhangzilin in just a few days."

The motorcycle was moving extremely fast, and the forest was already left behind.

He thought for a moment, then turned his head and asked:

"How long does it take to get to the mine?"

"We'll arrive at dawn, we'll arrive at dawn."

It was much faster than he had expected. In the old hunchback's memory, carrying meat on his back relied entirely on his two feet, and it would take half a month to go back and forth.

It seems the Li family has spent a fortune.

"The road back is difficult; it will take at least seven or eight days."

The motorcycle driver took a moment to turn around and remarked, "No driver in this world would dare to pick up wild game."

Zhou He pursed his lips.

What exactly is this wild meat?

He had heard bits and pieces of information about wild game, but he still felt like he was seeing the moon's reflection in the water—a vague and indistinct feeling.

The journey was extremely fast, and nothing happened along the way. Before dawn, the driver parked the motorcycle at a fork in the road.

The three of them got off the bus. Zhou He stretched his limbs, feeling stiff from sitting for a whole night.

The driver loaded a pipe with tobacco, lit it with a match, took a few puffs, and said:

"You know the way, so I won't point it out."

Zhou He knew this intersection: turning left led to the mine, going straight led to Jincheng, and turning right led to Xiacheng.

He nodded and thanked her. The morning breeze, carrying dew, rushed over him, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Rattle drum, drumming waves~"

The jingling of a rattle-drum rang out, and Zhou He turned his head to see the peddler pushing his cart, shaking the rattle-drum, and grinning at him.

"Students, carrying meat on your back is not a good job; it's tough."

The driver finished his pipe, tapped it, straddled the motorcycle, turned around and said something, then without saying goodbye, he stepped off, leaving only a trail of smoke behind.

Once the choking smoke and dust cleared, the peddler pushed his cart to Zhou He's side:

"Let's go, it'll be the early market day if we go now, I can do some business."

This time, Zhou He didn't hold back and asked directly:

"Where did you hide your car?"

The peddler smiled and shook his head:

"Don't go asking about the techniques and methods used in this trade."

"I won't ask you anything," Zhou He said, following the peddler toward the mine as they walked, asking as they went:

"Tell me about the techniques used by meat vendors."

The peddler stretched out one hand, rubbing his thumb, index finger, and middle finger together:

"Young Master Zhou, you have a big mouth and you can talk a lot, but you can't just say things like that in this line of work."

Zhou He stopped, took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, crumpled them up to show the peddler, and then put them back in his pocket.

"My dear young master Zhou, life is truly different for wealthy families."

The peddler's eyes lit up with a thieving glint, and he hurriedly began to speak:

"It doesn't need that much, and I don't know much about it either."

Zhou He also smiled and spoke:

"I'll pay whatever you say, and I know exactly what it's worth."

The peddler blinked and clicked his tongue:

"I'll earn 100 first."

"Of the 360 ​​professions in this world, only 36 are legitimate. The legitimacy of legitimate professions lies in the fact that they involve techniques."

"I've heard people say that meat vendors were the first truly legitimate profession; they've existed since meat first appeared in the world."

"To become a meat lover, it's simple: be young, energetic, and strong."

"But you also know that those are fake meat merchants. Real meat merchants need to get a travel permit, save up travel expenses, and register with the meat grandma before they can go out."

At this point, the peddler seemed to remember something and added:

"If you're so capable, kill a meat carrier who's already out on his way, eat him, and the travel expenses and travel permit are all yours."

Zhou smiled, repeating the same old tricks, casually throwing out a nail in the middle of a conversation.

It's like meeting someone in a dilapidated temple and suddenly saying you ate an old hunchback.

This is probably Chen Erlv's business acumen.

When most people encounter this kind of situation, they will likely feel exposed, lose their composure, and naturally be led by the nose by Chen Erlv.

Seeing the smile on Zhou He's face, Chen Erlv clicked his tongue again and continued:

"Most respectable professions require passing various tests; there's one test before you even leave the profession, and another before you get on the right track."

"After that, there weren't any names; they were all called the Third Pass, the Fourth Pass, the Fifth Pass, the Sixth Pass, the Seventh Pass, and the Eighth Pass."

"But in most professions, the title changes with each stage you go through. For example, right now, you're a meat carrier."

"Once you get the hang of it, you'll be the one cutting your losses."

"As for the techniques used by the meat carriers, they do have them, but..."

He stopped talking at this point, staring at Zhou He with a grin.