Chapter 4

"It's fine, I'll pick the ones that can be sold out tomorrow. Come, try one."

Chen Feng handed over a pot helmet (a type of Chinese flatbread).

After smelling the fragrance, Pan Jinlian tried a bite.

So fragrant! Pan Jinlian's eyes widened in disbelief. This thing looked unremarkable but was very flavorful. She was stunned; did Wu Dalang make this?

She had never eaten anything so delicious. In Lady Zhang's mansion, she had tasted many pastries, some of which were very expensive, but none were as good as the pot helmet in her hand.

It was her first time eating it.

The pot helmet was long and oval, coiled into a flat shape, with vegetables and meat juice wrapped inside. One bite was incredibly fragrant.

The meat juice in the mouth made one want to take another bite after the first.

"Did you really make this?" Pan Jinlian was somewhat surprised.

【+3 Shock from Lady】

"Yes!" Chen Feng knew that pot helmets were popular in his previous life, and many people liked to eat them. They would be well-received here too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made them.

Pan Jinlian found the pot helmet very delicious.

She had never eaten such a flatbread before.

"Is it good?" Chen Feng smiled.

Pan Jinlian nodded: "It's good!"

"Have another one!"

"Okay!" Pan Jinlian took another one.

She glanced at Wu Dalang's short stature, never expecting this man to have such skills.

She couldn't help but look at Wu Dalang with new eyes, finding him a bit more tolerable. Of course, looking at him for a while still made her feel nauseous.

【+2 Respect from Pan Jinlian】

"Wu Dalang, how much do you sell each pot helmet for?" Pan Jinlian asked.

"Previously, I sold them for two coins, but I plan to sell these for three coins!"

"Three coins? Most food items cost one or two coins. Will anyone buy them for three coins?"

"They will!" Chen Feng was confident. He had already sold them well before, and the price increase wasn't a big issue.

"Okay, that's good."

Pan Jinlian nodded and went back to sleep.

To build his business, Chen Feng made more in the morning and then went out with his pole.

"Selling pot helmets, round and fragrant pot helmets..."

Early in the morning, he wasn't the only one selling things. Many vendors were already lining the streets, selling vegetables and other goods.

As soon as he arrived, Chen Feng saw a familiar face from the original story.

"Wu Dalang... come over for tea when you have time!"

Wang Po, the teahouse owner across the street, sat on a stool, legs crossed, eating sunflower seeds, and drinking tea. She smiled and greeted him. Chen Feng replied, "Sure, Wang Po! I'll come for tea when I have time."

He thought to himself, "Drink your tea, you old hag. Wang Po was the mastermind who brought Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian together. Without her, nothing would have happened."

So Chen Feng didn't have a good impression of Wang Po.

But as a newcomer, he didn't want to offend anyone. It was best to keep a low profile. Wang Po knew Wu Dalang because she had come to chat and ask questions when they first moved in, being very nosy and naturally getting to know them.

"Wu Dalang, give me one!" Wang Po suddenly shouted.

With business coming in, Chen Feng wouldn't refuse, after all, they would see each other often.

"Sure!"

He wrapped the pot helmet in paper and handed it over: "Three coins!"

"So expensive?"

Wang Po laughed, "Wu Dalang, not to criticize, but your pot helmet is a bit expensive at three coins."

According to the purchasing power of Song Dynasty currency, three coins were equivalent to 70 cents.

Despite her words, Wang Po still paid the three coins.

"Whatever, those who want to buy will buy. My pot helmet is not expensive at all!" Chen Feng said.

Wang Po smiled and didn't say anything more. She took a bite and her expression changed instantly.

The meat juice, garlic sprouts, and vegetable filling tasted great. She had never eaten such a special flatbread.

Three coins were indeed worth it.

【+2 Surprise from Wang Po】

【+1 Pleasure from Wang Po】

She looked at the short and ugly Wu Dalang, a bit surprised by his skills.

In this world, Chen Feng was Wu Dalang, named Wu Zhi, but he still preferred his own name.

He didn't bother changing it publicly.

"Give me another one!"

Wang Po couldn't resist buying another one.

"Sure!"

Chen Feng handed over another one.

However, there were no more emotional changes, which Chen Feng realized meant that the only emotion left was the pleasure of eating.

Eating delicious food brought pleasure.

Even with just this emotion, Chen Feng could earn a lot of emotional points.

Next, Chen Feng walked around Yanggu County. Since Wu Dalang was new to Yanggu County, some people shook their heads and didn't buy because of the high price, while others tried it.

Some customers found it worth the money after tasting it.

"Pretty good taste!"

"Pot helmet, why is it called a pot helmet?"

"Well... actually, a pot helmet refers to a round flatbread. In the past, soldiers would carry it to eat and use it as a shield, hence the name. This isn't exactly the same, but since they are both flatbreads, it's also called a pot helmet!"

Chen Feng explained with a smile.

"I see, you seem quite knowledgeable. But this pot helmet is indeed delicious... give me another one!"

"Me too!"

"Give me two..."

【+1 Emotion】

【+1 Emotion】

【+1 Emotion】

【+2 Emotion】...

The system panel was filled with messages, making Chen Feng feel excited.

This speed was acceptable.

The more lively the scene, the more people bought his pot helmets, especially after the good word of mouth. Some even specifically ordered from Chen Feng, asking him to deliver every morning.

Later, when people saw Chen Feng had sold out, they were tempted by the good reviews and the smell but had to wait until the next day.

Chen Feng's business improved, and he had a good amount of money.

Three coins each, ten pot helmets were thirty coins, and a hundred pot helmets could earn him three hundred coins.

It was a significant amount. After accounting for expenses and costs, he could easily earn one hundred and fifty coins a day.

Of course, this included Chen Feng's labor, which he deserved.

After selling in the morning, Chen Feng would rest during the day.

After all, working alone was tiring. He had to wake up at two or three in the morning to prepare and leave at five.

In the Song Dynasty, one thousand coins equaled one tael of silver. Chen Feng earned one hundred and fifty coins a day, which was one and a half taels of silver in ten days, and nearly five taels in a month.

What did this mean? In Yanggu County, some workers earned one thousand coins a month, which was one tael of silver.

Chen Feng, making pot helmets, earned five taels a month, a comfortable middle-class life.

The income was indeed good.

If he worked in the afternoon as well, his income would double.

He calculated that he could earn about one hundred and thirty emotional points a day, with one hundred points redeeming one attribute point.

Now Chen Feng had another attribute point.

He added it to his looks.

This time, a mole on his face disappeared, making him look slightly better. But it was a drop in the bucket.

It was hard to change Chen Feng's unattractive features all at once.

When Chen Feng returned, Pan Jinlian saw him and asked, "Wu Dalang, why are you back? Did the pot helmets not sell?"

It was only around ten o'clock.

She had seen Wu Dalang busy even at noon before.