Boyang City is also a medium-sized hub city. Cao Zhe's herbal tea stall is very popular among businessmen traveling from north to south because of its good taste and low price.
Even so, it is definitely not about making money.
You can make money if you eat and drink well, that's what the story says.
In reality, low price and large quantity are the king of sales.
And with Cao Zhe's current physical condition, how much fixed production capacity can he have every day?
Most of the merchants are not wealthy people, and they actually make hard-earned money from buying and selling.
Those profitable businesses are mostly controlled by wealthy families, making it difficult for ordinary businessmen to get started.
A bowl of herbal tea costs a penny, and sometimes you have to take care of regular customers and add more than half of the bowl to satisfy them.
There were businessmen who were resting and chatting together, and Cao Zhe also listened to some stories about their experiences.
Although Cao Zhe can know everything that is happening in the world.
However, he couldn't hear the stories in people's hearts, and only saw the facts that were happening.
However, which one is the truth of the world, the story in people's hearts or the facts in people's eyes?
The so-called small talk after tea, although it is about other people, is it not expressing 'self'?
Time goes very quickly, yet very slowly.
When it is no longer just a monotonous repetition of one thing, it will be very slow.
Although he is old and frail, he still has to do relatively heavy work alone. The feeling of suffering every minute makes Cao Zhe feel as if he has returned to his previous life, before he traveled through time.
At that time, he had no golden fingers and was doing heavy work every day just to live a simple life in the bustling metropolis, and then groping in the darkness for a future that might not exist.
You get up at five o'clock in the morning to commute and spend at least two or three hours on the way to work. If you work overtime until late at night, you may have to spend the night in an Internet cafe.
Faced with the nausea-inducing instant noodles, the pig's trotter rice and Lanzhou ramen in the alley became delicacies. The simple set meal with meat and vegetables for 30 yuan was a luxury that could not be had often.
Poor people and people at the bottom will be squeezed out of every minute by life. Those 'trivial things' that seem to be insignificant will take up a lot of precious time in life.
I often plan carefully, but often feel that I never have enough money.
There is no immediate feedback on the cost, but it accounts for the bulk of the cost.
Your meager income is like being dragged away by a pair of invisible hands without your ability to resist.
I don’t dare to make friends, socialize, travel, get sick, miss the last bus, don’t bring an umbrella when it rains, or cry or laugh wantonly on the street.
There are too many things that I dare not do, but too few things that I gradually dare to do.
Were those dark years?
Those are the years without memories!
After time has passed, when I look back at that time, what remains in my memory may be just a night when I was covered in bed and biting my lips tightly.
Although the environment was different, Cao Zhe now suddenly recalled his life at that time.
Although there is a big difference, it seems that there is no difference.
The difference may be that he still has the confidence after all.
He is just experiencing life, not really getting caught up in it.
When buying the ingredients for making herbal tea, you need to save money.
If you are not in good health, you need to eat soft and easy-to-digest foods, so you cannot eat too many whole grains.
Local ruffians will come to collect 'management fees' from time to time. These are all things Cao Zhe needs to consider now.
This kind of life actually does not provide the slightest bit of so-called 'enjoyment'.
Compared with Cao Zhe's original living environment, this was a complete hell.
Even Cao Zhe had the thought of giving up several times.
When the body cannot support the spirit, the strong mental perseverance will also be dragged down and worn away by the body.
This time, he was not fighting against the sky, humans, or monsters.
He is fighting with himself.
When you are at your most vulnerable, weakest, and least able to fight back in life, you face yourself again and see your fear again.
He temporarily put down his golden fingers, put down his world-shattering cultivation, put down those mysterious and transcendent things, and took off all his weapons and defenses. What was left for him in this difficult life?
Cao Zhe faced his heart like this many times.
Then in this state, he refined and tempered himself, looking for the truth that could move him again.
"The five declines of heaven and man...perhaps reminds the immortals and gods that while pursuing strength, do not forget that you are a human being, and you are still vulnerable and powerless. Only when you realize your own powerlessness can you move towards true strength without hesitation." The impact." Cao Zhe occasionally thought to himself.
Cao Zhe, who threw himself into the sea of misery in the world of mortals, continued to savor this kind of 'despair', as if he was constantly trapped in a quagmire.
Gradually, he put aside all the glory and forgot those glorious moments, but truly integrated into this ordinary and difficult bottom world, feeling the most common life that ordinary people have to face. hardship.
Before the rooster crowed in the morning, Cao Zhe got up early, sat in front of the bed and coughed vigorously, exhaling the miscellaneous air accumulated in his lungs, before he began to prepare the stall.
When the sun had just climbed over the city wall, his herbal tea stall was propped up.
Then he looked at the sun in trance.
If the sun is too strong, his current physical condition will be very uncomfortable every moment, but if the sun is not strong, the business of the herbal tea stall will not be good.
The income for that day was very limited.
After eating a bowl of thick rice porridge, Cao Zhe touched the hard left side of his lower abdomen.
The discomfort in his stomach made it difficult for him to stand still, and there was always an anger of ignorance in his heart.
The businessmen who were also selling stalls around them all greeted Cao Zhe.
Aunt Diao, who also sells herbal tea, will say a few strange words in a non-yinful way. Although it is not a curse, it always strikes people's hearts and makes people uncomfortable.
Wait until the market starts to get busy.
Cao Zhe's herbal tea stall also gradually gained business.
People traveling from north to south always talk about topics they think are 'fashionable'.
The center of many of the topics was Cao Zhe.
From the mouths of these people, Cao Zhe recognized many "Masters" that he himself did not know.
For example, there was a businessman named Zhao who categorically confirmed that Master's next plan was to transform the demon cultivation system.
This...is really not the case!
Because strictly speaking, monsters can be included in the system of cultivating immortals, and there is no need for Cao Zhe to open a new path.
About half a year passed like this, or maybe almost a year.
Cao Zhe felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and even running a herbal tea stall became extremely difficult.
His life seemed to be coming to an end.
Sitting on a rough wooden bench, Cao Zhe looked towards the street corner with half-squinted eyes.
At the corner of the street where the sun doesn't shine, a small white flower blooms from a crack in the bricks, and then struggles to move in the direction of the sun, shivering slightly in the cold wind before the night.
The naughty child walked by and stepped on the little flower without any thought.
The petals were broken into pieces and turned into mud, and the broken stems and leaves were sticky in the corners.
By the next day, the stems and leaves had completely withered.
In the following days, Cao Zhe's eyes were fixed on the corner every day, and he no longer even focused on running his business.
The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day... until the eighth day.
Cao Zhe's fire of life became even dimmer, like a lonely lamp in the strong wind, which would be extinguished in the next moment.
But Cao Zhe was extremely calm, and even in such a 'dangerous' state, he had no idea of awakening his power.
On the contrary, he was very sure that the opportunity for change was coming.
At this time, he stared at the corner of the wall. In his blurred vision, he seemed to see another thin stem and leaf, slowly extending out of the crack of the bricks.
"OK!"
"OK!"
"good!"
At this time, a piece of dead yellow skin broke into pieces on Cao Zhe's forehead.
The original fire of life suddenly went out.
But in an instant, a more powerful fire of life surged.
There are no buds poking out from the corner of the wall, but the buds poking out are Cao Zhe's soul.
More and more dead skin is falling off.
It was as if Cao Zhe had shed his past body and was welcoming a new life.
Step out, and the dust of the past is scattered under your feet.
After walking a hundred steps, Cao Zhe had thrown away his white hair, all the dust on his body, his withered face and rotten body.
When he was new, he was fragile at first, but with every breath, he absorbed all kinds of power and became stronger at an incredible speed.
"Identification technique!" Cao Zhe said softly.
