Daqian Dynasty, Yangcheng.

As evening approaches, people are coming and going in the bustling streets, and vendors are shouting.

Zhou Sheng pushed the trolley to the stall as usual, opened the basket on the trolley, and revealed a large white steamed bun.

The aroma of the noodles mixed with the heat overflows, attracting a large number of customers.

"Brother Sheng, your steamed buns are getting more and more delicious. Make me twenty."

"Pack ten for me too."

…

The steamed buns were sold out quickly. Zhou Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the copper plates in his wallet with a satisfied smile.

My income has increased again. If I keep this up, I will soon be able to open a shop and I won’t have to be so tired anymore.

Half a month ago, Zhou Sheng suddenly traveled to this world and became a hawker selling steamed buns.

After the initial panic and confusion, Zhou Sheng quickly began to understand the world.

This dynasty is called Daqian. Since its establishment in the world 400 years ago, it has prospered and declined. Bandits have emerged everywhere, but generally it is still peaceful.

Zhou Sheng has two parents in his family who make a living by selling steamed buns. However, they are old and frail, so now it is Zhou Sheng who makes the steamed buns.

He was able to adapt to the environment so quickly thanks to the awakening of the experience panel.

With a thought, a dark blue panel appeared in front of me.

Name: Zhou Sheng

Skill: Steamed Buns [Proficiency 34/1000] (Beginner, Proficient, Mastery, Master)

The panel is very simple, with skill levels and the experience required for upgrading.

Currently, there is only one skill: steaming steamed buns.

Zhou Sheng also tried to practice other skills, such as swinging a knife, kicking, etc., but such simple training methods were not recognized by the panel.

In order to improve my skills and support my family.

These days, Zhou Sheng steams steamed buns every day, and his skills have reached a proficient level. The steamed buns are strong and fragrant, making his business boom.

If you continue like this, saving money to open a small shop, then opening an inn and restaurant, winning Bai Fumei, and reaching the top of your life is not a dream.

Seeing Zhou Sheng's happy look, the middle-aged hawkers on the side couldn't help but be very envious.

"Xiao Sheng, don't forget me when you become rich!"

This middle-aged hawker's name is Liu Da. He is Zhou Sheng's neighbor. He is warm-hearted and has helped Zhou Sheng a lot.

"no problem."

Zhou Sheng agreed with a smile, and at the same time packed some steamed buns and gave them to Liu Da. He always reciprocated the favor.

Suddenly, Liu Da's face showed fear. Zhou Sheng followed his gaze and saw a ferocious-looking man walking towards him, with two followers behind him.

The smile on Zhou Sheng's face disappeared, and he recognized this person.

It's Chen Wu, a gangster from the Black Wolf Gang, who specializes in collecting protection money in this area. He is famous for being brutal and brutal. It is said that he once killed someone on the street.

Pedestrians on the street, as if seeing the god of plague, stepped aside one after another, while Chen Wu walked straight towards Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't have come here to find me. He was about to dodge, but Chen Wu grabbed his shoulder.

"Boy, I heard that your business is very good? Come and pay this month's protection fee!" Chen Wu said arrogantly.

The mixed smell of alcohol and body odor hit his face, and Zhou Sheng couldn't help but frown:

"Brother Chen Wu, didn't you pay the protection fee at the beginning of the month?"

Chen Wu snorted angrily, with a fierce look in his eyes, and grabbed Zhou Sheng's collar: "Humph! Your business is good, so of course you have to pay more protection fees! Don't you want to pay?"

'You damn thing, even when business is bad, you don't get half a copper less!'

Zhou Sheng felt bitter in his heart. He understood that in Chen Wu's eyes, he was nothing more than a fat sheep.

However, Zhou Sheng had no other choice. If he didn't agree, he might be bloodied on the spot.

Zhou Sheng immediately took out his money bag and planned to pay another protection fee to settle the matter.

Unexpectedly, Chen Wu stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the money bag. With a flick of his hand, the coins jingled, and Chen Wu smiled with satisfaction.

Zhou Sheng dared not speak out in anger, it was only because he had no strength, otherwise how could Chen Wu be so rampant.

He clenched his fists, his face was gloomy, and he secretly remembered this humiliation in his heart.

As Chen Wu left, the market became lively again. The indifference of the passersby around him made Zhou Sheng feel chilly in his heart.

Robbery in the street, no one paid attention.

He deeply felt that this was a dark and chaotic world without order!

Despite Zhou Sheng's usually amiable appearance, deep down in his heart, he has always had a sense of superiority as a time traveler.

He believed that with his knowledge and hard work, he could soon surpass these natives and make a fortune.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I started, I would be hit hard!

What a shame!

Liu Da came over, patted Zhou Sheng on the shoulder and said:

"Hey, Xiaosheng, this is the way the world is, so you should keep a low profile from now on."

Keeping a low profile? No money to be made? What the hell kind of logic is this? Naturally, when a wolf comes, you should greet it with a gun! Zhou Sheng was extremely angry.

"Is there no other way?" Zhou Sheng suppressed the anger in his heart and asked with red eyes.

"There is nothing we can do. There are gangs everywhere, and the government doesn't care..." Liu Da shook his head:

"Unless you can practice martial arts, the cost of practicing martial arts is very high and it is difficult to master..."

"Xiwu? Is Wushu very strong?" Zhou Sheng was confused.

In the ancient world, people's activities were limited, there was no Internet, and information was limited.

In addition, Zhou Sheng has been busy making a living these days and has no time to care about anything else. He has limited knowledge of things outside the civilian class.

"Hey! How can you not be strong?" Liu Da patted his thigh and became interested:

"Let's just say that there is a divine power sect on Zhuque Street in the north. The disciples are all powerful and brave, invulnerable, and can easily break open monuments and crack rocks..."

Invulnerable? Open monuments and crack rocks? Could it be a trick to fool people? Zhou Sheng was suspicious.

Liu Da seemed to understand what Zhou Sheng was thinking and argued:

"Don't believe it. You see, Chen Wu was quite majestic just now, but in front of the disciples of Shenli Sect, he is just like this."

Liu Da pinched his little finger as he spoke, but then felt it was not enough, so he moved his thumb up, exposing only the tip of his nail.

The way he swore so confidently made Zhou Sheng believe it. Hearing it was better than seeing it, so Lu Ming planned to go and have a look.

Pushing the empty trolley home, Zhou Sheng headed north all the way to Zhuque Street without caring about eating.

There is an elegant courtyard on the street, and the sound of practicing martial arts can be heard from inside. The plaque in the courtyard has the words "Shenli Gate" written on it.

Zhou Sheng came here this time just to see with his own eyes the strength of the Divine Power Sect. As long as he has real skills and relies on his own efforts, he will definitely succeed!

Zhou Sheng took a deep breath and stepped forward to knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

The courtyard door opened, and a bald, muscular man stuck his head out:

"Who are you? What do you do?"

Zhou Sheng gave a salute and said:

"My name is Zhou Sheng, and I am going to learn martial arts from my master. I have little experience. I wonder if my senior brother can help me gain some experience?"

The bald man naturally understood what Zhou Sheng meant. He looked Zhou Sheng up and down and said:

"Do you know the rules of the sect, you need twenty taels per month to become a disciple?"

This was obviously because Zhou Sheng was wearing simple clothes and doubted whether he had money to pay for tuition.

Zhou Sheng nodded quickly, and the bald man took him into the courtyard and explained at the same time:

"It's obvious that you come from a poor background. Since you have come to become a disciple, you don't need to go to other boxing gyms. In Yangcheng, I am the only one who accepts disciples from the Shenli Sect without showing their background."

"In addition, the eight major martial arts schools in Yangcheng have boxing competitions every year. Last year, our Shenli School ranked third."
Chapter completed!