Chapter 6

A young man, who looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, wore grayish-black clothes. His hair was neatly combed into a child’s style, with two round buns on top of his head and the sides of his hair falling over his face. He had a delicate appearance, and his hands were tucked into his sleeves as he carried a basket full of crisp pears and walked over.

Chen Feng immediately noticed him. If he wasn’t mistaken, this young man was named Yun Ge.

In the original story, Yun Ge sold things together with Wu Dalang.

Yun Ge was fifteen years old and originally surnamed Qiao. Because he was born and raised in Yunzhou, he was named Yun Ge. He had only an old father at home.

Yun Ge was filial and, despite his young age, had taken on the heavy burden of supporting his family by selling fruit. As a small vendor, he was quite resourceful and had a good mind. Since they both did small-scale business, he and Wu Dalang had a decent relationship.

However, at this point, Wu Dalang and Yun Ge had only exchanged a few words and were not very familiar with each other. After all, the story in the drama had not yet unfolded.

So Yun Ge wasn’t very familiar with Dalang, but Chen Feng was very familiar with him.

Yun Ge walked to the shop entrance and said with a smile, "Mr. Wu, your business is good! Come, have a pear!"

"Thank you." Chen Feng smiled, took the pear, and handed over a pot helmet (a type of flatbread).

Seeing the lively scene, Yun Ge chatted with Wu Dalang from time to time and stayed for a while. People kept coming and going, making it quite busy.

Yun Ge’s eyes darted around, and he suddenly said, "Mr. Wu, do you need any help? I go out early and come back late every day, and it’s really cold in this cold weather!"

His pear business was doing well, but if he could find a way to make a living with Wu Dalang, it wouldn’t be a bad thing.

"Um... sure, I’m short on hands right now. There are several shopkeepers in the area who order pot helmets from me, and I need someone to deliver them. You can help me out here!"

"Really?" Yun Ge was delighted.

"Of course! Why would I lie? If you want to work, you can start tomorrow!"

"Great!"

Yun Ge was overjoyed, not expecting Wu Dalang to be so easy to talk to.

The next day, Yun Ge indeed came.

He helped Chen Feng knead dough, do odd jobs, and add firewood, making it easier for Xiao Lian.

Working here was warm, while it was cold outside, so Yun Ge worked very enthusiastically.

At this moment, someone came to the door.

It was the shopkeeper Zhou from the county grain shop. He was not tall but very fat, looking quite prosperous. He stopped when he passed by Wu Dalang’s shop.

"What smells so good?"

"Mr. Zhou, this is Wu Dalang’s shop. The smell is coming from here!" a helper explained.

"Give me two to try!"

"Right away!" Chen Feng immediately took two.

Zhou smelled them. "This smells really good, but I wonder how it tastes!"

"Mr. Zhou, I’ve tried it. It’s absolutely delicious, I guarantee it!" the helper said.

Zhou had tasted many things, so how good could these few coins’ worth of items be?

He didn’t think much of it and took a bite. As he chewed, the meat juice and vegetables flooded his mouth and tongue, giving him a special taste.

The texture was good.

Zhou took another bite, and his mouth watered. He was even more enthusiastic about eating and exclaimed, "What divine thing is this, so delicious?"

Zhou had tasted many delicacies, but this was the first time he had tried this.

"Give me two more!"

Zhou became more and more enthusiastic. He couldn’t help but look at Wu Dalang with new eyes: "Mr. Wu, I didn’t expect it. Your new shop can make such delicious things. How about this, you deliver three to my shop every morning?"

"No problem, we have a delivery service!"

Chen Feng nodded.

"Alright, it’s settled!" Zhou bought two more and left, still savoring the taste.

A servant then came over:

"My master, Mr. Sun, wants ten pot helmets. Can you deliver them at noon?"

"It’s still early, I’ll deliver them at noon!" Chen Feng nodded.

"Great!" The servant handed over thirty coins and left.

Seeing this, Yun Ge’s eyes widened: "So many people are coming to buy and even placing orders. The business is so good. We need to make more to sell more!"

"I’ll go deliver them at noon!"

Yun Ge smiled. Since he was working, he had to be proactive.

Chen Feng nodded, and Yun Ge became their delivery person.

In the evening,

"Sold out again. Dalang, we sold three hundred pot helmets today!" Pan Jinlian was overjoyed after calculating the accounts.

"Yep, about that much!" Chen Feng nodded.

Pan Jinlian calculated: "Three hundred a day, three coins each, that’s nine hundred coins! Almost one tael of silver a day!"

Pan Jinlian couldn’t believe it. Her Dalang could make so much money in a day.

If they considered the cost and labor, they could make at least five hundred coins!

It was no wonder Pan Jinlian was surprised. After all, in this world, earning a thousand coins a month was quite common, and Chen Feng could make five hundred coins a day, which was very promising.

However, Chen Feng frowned. He felt the emotional value was increasing too slowly. This wouldn’t do!

Chen Feng said, "Let’s do this for a few days. I plan to change the ingredients. This money is being earned too slowly!"

Hearing this, Pan Jinlian was confused: "Dalang, what do you mean by changing the ingredients? Is the business not good now?"

Pan Jinlian was afraid Chen Feng would act rashly. It was just the beginning of making money, and he shouldn’t mess around.

Chen Feng smiled, "Don’t worry, my dear. I can make many different ingredients. Pot helmets are just a small business. We need to make more to earn more. But our shop is a bit shabby. If we want to expand, I need to prepare and earn more money first!"

"Dalang..."

"You don’t need to say more, just trust me!"

"..." Xiao Lian thought about it. Pot helmets were made by Wu Dalang. If Wu Dalang wasn’t satisfied, she was worried, but if he really made something that earned more money, she would be happy.

Although Chen Feng had this idea, he didn’t implement it immediately.

For the first ten days, Chen Feng continued to focus on making money from pot helmets.

He couldn’t abandon pot helmets, so Chen Feng thought about it and hired another helper named Su Er.

He was an orphan from the neighborhood who did odd jobs for a living. He was a friend of Yun Ge, and when Chen Feng mentioned his plan to hire someone, Yun Ge introduced him.

He was also a young man around fifteen or sixteen years old.

With Su Er and Yun Ge’s help, Chen Feng’s workload became much lighter.

The shop’s business kept getting better, but Chen Feng was always on guard against Ximen Qing’s appearance.

Another concern was his brother, Wu Song. According to the timeline, his brother Wu Song should be training at Shaolin Temple and wouldn’t return for a while. He had no one to rely on.

So Chen Feng needed to become stronger as soon as possible.

During this time, Chen Feng gained seventeen attribute points.

He added seven points to his constitution. Although Chen Feng was still short and weak, his internal organs and physical condition had greatly improved. He used to feel tired after a short while of work, but now he felt more energetic the more he worked.

This was the benefit of a good constitution.

The remaining ten points, Chen Feng added to his strength.

Now, an invisible force had infused his limbs, greatly increasing his strength.

He had gained nearly fifty pounds of strength.

With the improvement in his constitution, his strength also increased.

Including his original strength, he could now exert over 170 pounds of force.

That was seventy pounds more than an average person, which was not a small amount. One punch could knock back a burly man!

In his previous life, Bruce Lee’s punch strength was 363 pounds. Although Chen Feng was far from that, he could continue to improve in the near future.

Chen Feng checked his status.

Name: Chen Feng (Wu Dalang)

Constitution: 12 (upgradable)

Strength: 33 (upgradable)

Martial Power: 174 pounds (upgradable)

Seeing his status, Chen Feng’s confidence grew.

He had earned a lot of money in these days, and the sales of pot helmets had skyrocketed. Now, Chen Feng had about thirteen taels of silver.

This was a huge sum, which would take an ordinary person one or two years to save.

Chen Feng bought paper and a pen and started drawing designs on the table at night.

"Dalang, what are you drawing?" Pan Jinlian came over, curiously looking at the drawings in Chen Feng’s hands, which she couldn’t understand.

But seeing Dalang drawing with such focus, it had a unique visual appeal. She didn’t know what Dalang was planning.

"These are the renovation plans for our shop!" Chen Feng smiled.