Wei State, Qingzhou, Yangcheng.
"Master! Your buns."
A young man with a smile on his face put several large buns into a paper bag and handed them to a customer.
"Hey! Yuesheng, your steamed buns are so affordable and delicious! They're much better than those from the Wang family!"
The guest was filled with joy after taking the bag of buns. He seemed to see the smiles on the faces of his wife and children.
The guests in line behind him also started laughing and echoing.
"Yes! The steamed buns made by shopkeeper Lu are so delicious that my master sends me to buy them every day."
"Thank you, shopkeeper Lu has lowered the price of steamed buns, otherwise I wouldn't have the money to buy them every day! Hahahaha."
"Yes! Mr. Lu is a good man."
It started to rain lightly outside, and the shop was already crowded with people waiting for the steamed buns. Some people had no place to stand, so they had to stand outside, soaked in the rain.
They had no resentment at all, they were talking and laughing, and the wet and cold weather became warmer because of these people.
The coarse linen clothes on his body were dirty. Lu Sheng's thin body was holding a huge steamer, white-hot steam drifting out.
With a bang, Lu Sheng placed the steamer filled with buns on the steamer.
"Gentlemen, you may have to wait a little longer."
A big man with a rough face picked at his black toenails and smelled it. Hearing Lu Sheng's words, he raised his head and laughed:
"Hey! Yuesheng, good things are waiting to come. You are good at everything, but you are too honest and easily suffer."
"I suggest you increase the price of the buns a little more, to two cents. Look at how thin you have become."
"Don't get sick that day, we won't have any buns to eat! Right! Guys!"
There were cheers of approval from people inside and outside the store.
Many people began to feel sorry for Lu Sheng and asked for a price increase. Some even threatened Lu Sheng that if he didn't increase the price, they would stop buying buns from him in the future!
With a helpless smile, Lu Sheng clapped his hands and saluted everyone.
"Since everyone is willing, Yuesheng thanks everyone."
Everyone laughed at each other when they saw this scene.
He asked these people to give way. Some people quickly made way for Lu Sheng to make a small path and got under the table. Some people climbed onto the old and dirty wooden table.
With a helpless smile, Lu Sheng squeezed past and walked to the back wall of the store. The person crouching in the corner quickly got out of the way.
Pushing open the wooden door, he walked in and locked the wooden door.
People in the store were not surprised. Yuesheng probably went to adjust the fillings and knead the dough again.
The guests felt very sorry for this little baby. He got up so early every day. Sometimes he was so busy that he had no time to eat, and his body was so thin from hunger.
Therefore, every time there are one or two kind-hearted guests who leave an extra penny to live by their conscience.
Behind the wooden door.
There is no kitchen inside as the guests imagined, but a small courtyard.
There is a small green tree here and one or two rows of flowers. The raindrops turn the ground dark red.
Lu Sheng carried a sack and stepped into a small house. He stuck his head out and looked around a few times before closing the door tightly with a bang.
Shaking the sack in his hand, there was a crisp sound of metal friction inside.
Stretching out his arm, Lu Sheng took out a handful of money. He looked at the copper-lacquered money and smiled.
Lu Sheng's heart moved as he grabbed these coins with his right hand.
A bright white light glowed on the hand, covering the copper coins, and the white light gradually dimmed.
The copper coins in his hand disappeared. Lu Sheng didn't know where these coins were. He didn't need to think so much. He just needed to know that this was his talent.
"Copy!" Lu Sheng thought silently.
The white light suddenly flashed, and on the red table in front of them, a table of white meat buns appeared. The buns were still covered with white flour, as if they had just been wrapped.
After counting, Lu Sheng secretly said:
"Twenty cents can make sixty buns."
"One penny is three buns. It's really an equal exchange."
Making a steamed bun, adding fillings and some ingredients would probably only cost this price.
At Wang's Steamed Bun Shop in Xijiekou, a mutton steamed bun sells for three cents, and the price difference is nearly eight to nine times. It's really a huge profit.
Lu Sheng was a little emotional. It had been four or five years since he came to this world.
Yes, he was a time traveler and died suddenly at home due to excessive use of his hands.
When he woke up again, he found that he was possessed by a beggar who had frozen to death under the bridge.
At first he did not adapt to this world and suffered a lot. He once knelt on the street begging.
Seeing his pity, others threw a penny into the broken bowl.
He was too weak to hold on, and in the end he was beaten up by a few beggars and took away the copper coin.
He coaxed a little girl to eat candied haws, snatched rice from a dog, was chased by a dog in an alley, borrowed money to buy a booklet, copied poems from past lives, and placed them on the street but no one cared.
People in this world don’t seem to be interested in these things.
After two and a half years of hard work, he discovered his miraculous function by chance.
As long as you stretch out your left hand, touch an object, and say "analyze" silently in your mind or concentrate, you can analyze the object.
Then prepare enough money, say "copy" silently in your mind or express your desire for the object, and absorb the copper coins with your right hand to copy the analyzed object.
The copied things are exactly the same as when parsed, without any difference.
Except for copper coins and living objects that cannot be analyzed, he can analyze any dead objects.
After many estimates, he found that the copper coins consumed were approximately the minimum consumption required to make this item, not even counting the labor costs, but only the most basic value.
There are no evil middlemen to make the difference, and there are no labor fees or other expenses. Only the most basic value is calculated.
Unfortunately, we can only analyze and copy dead objects. Lu Sheng also wants to analyze them alone for fun.
After knowing that he had such perverted abilities, Lu Sheng was overjoyed and wanted to fill his stomach.
He immediately ran to Wang's Steamed Bun Shop and stole a steamed bun. After analyzing the steamed bun, he felt pain and happiness even though he was beaten up by the Wang family.
From then on, a penny earned from begging a day could be exchanged for three large meat buns, which basically kept me full.
He relied on middlemen to earn the price difference, and sold the buns to beggars and poor people for two cents each. On the surface, he was in great pain, but on the inside he was happy.
After saving a lot of money, he spent a few buns and asked a few beggars to kill the beggars who had bullied him before.
He is not a person who likes to suffer losses. Anyone who dares to offend him must bear his anger.
Afterwards, he bought a bunch of candied haws for the little girl at Wang's Steamed Bun Shop and asked her to give him the freshly wrapped buns from the shop.
The little girl got the candied haws, and she was more obedient than anyone else. She obediently stole the flour-stained buns to him.
Lu Sheng Jiejie smiled and analyzed the bun in a corner where no one knew.
In this way, Lu's Steamed Bun Shop was born.
With a price difference of nearly three times, it quickly attracted a large number of loyal customers, which dominated the business of Wang's Steamed Bun Shop on West Street, and the number of customers dropped rapidly.
The little girl looked gloomy every time she went out on the street. When she saw Lu Sheng, she had a look of resentment on her face.
