Lu Jing ate four bowls of soup cakes one after another. He put down his chopsticks not because he was full, but because he only had the last ten cent left in his bag. Lu Jing didn't want to go bankrupt because of a breakfast.

In addition, his scattered food has attracted the attention of some passers-by and diners. Everyone came together to watch the foodies happily. Unfortunately, Lu Jing did not continue to perform on the food show and turned around and left the food stall.

After taking a few steps and getting rid of the boring citizens who were not interested in watching the fun, Lu Jing reached out and touched his lower abdomen.

He just poured four bowls of soup cakes down, but what was amazing was that there was no obvious change in his stomach. Moreover, Lu Jing didn't know if it was his own illusion, and the swelling and pain in his lower abdomen seemed to have been slightly relieved, but the area where the qi rushed seemed to have warmth rising.

The so-called incompatibility, Qi Chong is the name of acupuncture points, and they belong to the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian. Although Zhang Sanfeng was taking the exam three months ago, he did not immediately put him in the door wall, but he had already taught him the basic knowledge of standing stances and acupuncture points and meridians in advance. Lu Jing knew that this location was probably related to his stomach and intestines.

But Zhang Sanfeng never told him what happened to the sudden fever of these acupoints. Lu Jing vaguely felt that his gastrointestinal digestive function seemed to have become stronger. But this is nonsense. If he was not strong, he would have been able to death after he was put down the four bowls of soup cakes. However, Lu Jing didn't know whether this was good or bad. After all, patients with hyperthyroidism are said to be quite good.

And he didn't know whether he would increase the amount of food in this meal or that he would eat it like this in the future. According to this method, it is hard to say whether his stomach and intestines can be held back. Anyway, he would definitely not be able to hold it in his pocket.

Lu Jing walked to the dock under all kinds of random thoughts.

Zhangjia Wharf is one of the thirteen wharfs in Wujiang City and is also the place where he begs for food during this period.

At this time, the geese had just dawned, and many porters were waiting for construction to start. This was actually not the busiest time of the wharf. When the new rice was just lowered, in order to be transported to the capital as soon as possible, the porters often made two or three shifts in a row.

Many people even stopped going out of the city to return to their residences when they were resting, but instead found an open space at the pier to sleep on the ground. When they woke up, they continued to do it. No one complained. After all, some things were better than nothing. The porters were not afraid of hardship or fatigue. The most feared thing was that they had no work during the off-season.

Lu Jing handed his waist card to a "sir" on the dock for inspection. These gentlemen are also members of the Qingzhu Gang, but unlike the porter, they do not have to carry the goods in person, but are specifically responsible for bookkeeping and distribution of signings. In addition, each dock will also have a "small head" and a group of "sticks" responsible for maintaining order. These people are the core of the Qingzhu Gang.

The income of sticks and gentlemen is generally two to three times that of ordinary porters. As for a dock, the small heads that are responsible for managing all porters are even higher. In addition to these already-exchangeable parts, the small heads, gentlemen and sticks can often get another filial piety from the porters.

This money is not mandatory, but there is definitely a difference between paying or not. Although the remuneration of the porters is calculated based on signing and funding, the number of signing for each item of goods is determined by gentlemen, and then handed over to the small head to confirm that there are more than one cargo ship to the dock each time, and the goods are also different, so there are many tricks here.

For example, some people who had given filial piety were assigned to carry tea cakes this time, while others, including Lu Jing, went to carry corn. The gentlemen ordered a box of tea cakes and a bag of corn and two pieces of corn. It seemed that the corn was heavier than tea cakes, but in fact, a bag of corn was much heavier than two boxes of tea cakes.

So the porters who went to carry corn were inevitably dissatisfied, but at most they just complained in a low voice, and they didn't dare to let the sticks hear it. Especially some old porters who entered the industry earlier simply bowed their heads and kept silent.

Lu Jing on the other side had no time to care about this kind of thing. He was still thinking about the emergencies on his body. Perhaps because the soup cake had been digested, the warmth that was wandering in the stomach meridian of the Foot Yangming disappeared, as if it had never happened before, and even made Lu Jing a little doubt whether it was just his own hallucination before.

The swelling and painful feeling in the lower abdomen was still alive, leaving Lu Jing helpless. He had to recall what he did yesterday, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it was quite ordinary.

Could it be a virus infection?

While Lu Jing was thinking, he had already followed the porter in front of him to a flying boat and entered the cargo hold. He saw that the cabin was full of corn, one bag piled up with one bag, each bag weighing about a hundred pounds.

When Lu Jing first came, he could only carry one bag at a time. After working for more than half a year, he can carry two bags. However, this level is still relatively loose among porters. Some old porters who have been eating this bowl of rice for many years, although they are thin, basically start with three bags, and some people can carry four bags. What’s even more rare is that their footwork is not slow.

Among them, especially a strong man called Niu Jiu, he stood not far in front of Lu Jing. When it was his turn, he directly asked the porter behind him to put five bags of corn on his back, which was weighing 500 kilograms. When he got up, his face remained unchanged and took big steps to get ashore, as if he was born with divine power.

When he passed by the wooden pedals between the boat shores, everyone could even hear the creaking and whine of the pedal at his feet, and they couldn't help but look envious. You must know that Niu Jiu's trip was almost worth two, which also means that his reward was much higher than that of an ordinary porter.

Seeing this, Lu Jing couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, in this world, it's not just about studying and practicing martial arts, but about talent no matter what he does. Therefore, the most important thing for a person is to find what he is really good at and invest in it as soon as possible. For him now, perhaps it is to find a way to save some money and then continue to be his test-based machine.

Of course, the premise is that there is nothing serious in his dantian.

Lu Jing helped the porter in front of him carry corn, and when the latter left, it was his turn. Like other porters who carried grain before, Lu Jing also turned around. Facing the seat door, his calf bent slightly, half-squatted down, then stretched out two fingers and made a gesture of two. The two porters behind him immediately understood and picked up two bags of corn and placed them on his shoulders.

As the first bag of corn fell, Lu Jing's knees also sank. However, before he could do anything, a reaction came from his lower abdomen. A warm current surged out of his dantian, and then divided into six, down the foot three yang meridian and foot three yin meridian. At the same time, Lu Jing's legs also became lighter.
Chapter completed!