The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Lu Jing felt that these two sacks of millet weighed at most forty to fifty pounds. He wasn't a newcomer to this job; usually, two hundred pounds on his shoulders wouldn't immediately crush him, but it definitely wouldn't feel this light.

Lu Jing's first reaction was that there must be something fishy about this batch of goods. He had been working at the dock for some time and had heard that some unscrupulous small shipping companies would tamper with the grain they transported, but usually, it was limited to things like passing off old grain as new. Directly reducing a sack of millet by eighty pounds was too blatant.

Moreover, Lu Jing looked up and observed the other porters around him carrying goods, and he didn't see any surprise on their faces. Except for Niu Jiu, everyone else was still carrying three or four sacks of millet.

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Strange, very strange. Lu Jing couldn't figure it out, but he indeed felt that he had plenty of energy left, so he hesitated for a moment and said, "How about… adding another sack?"

The two porters didn't say anything when they heard this and lifted another sack of millet onto Lu Jing's back.

As a result, Lu Jing still felt that the new sack of millet only weighed twenty to thirty pounds. Moreover, as he carried the third sack, Lu Jing discovered another thing, which was that the distending pain in his dantian that had been bothering him had lessened a lot. This time, he could finally be sure that it wasn't an illusion.

So, Lu Jing asked the two porters to help him add another sack of millet. This time, surprise appeared on both of their faces.

They weren't very familiar with Lu Jing, but since they worked at the same dock, they had some impression of him. They knew that this young man usually carried a load of just over two hundred pounds. He might be able to carry three sacks of millet if he gritted his teeth, but four sacks would obviously exceed his ability.

One of them couldn't help but advise, "Kid, don't push yourself too hard."

"It's okay, I still have energy left," Lu Jing replied.

He was telling the truth, but the two porters couldn't help but feel that he was overestimating himself. However, the three of them weren't familiar with each other, so since Lu Jing was determined to go his own way, the other two had no reason to stop him. They just had the idea of watching him make a fool of himself in their hearts and worked together to put the fourth sack of millet on Lu Jing's shoulder.

As a result, they saw the young man's body not even sway. Lu Jing blinked and simply said, "Add two more sacks."

The two porters' expressions changed simultaneously. Lu Jing already had four sacks of millet on his back. Adding two more would make it six sacks, six hundred pounds. Even Niu Jiu probably couldn't bear this weight, but they saw that Lu Jing didn't seem to be joking, and the young man indeed didn't seem to be showing any signs of strain.

So, the two gritted their teeth and brought two more sacks of millet. At this time, the other porters in the cabin also noticed what was happening here and couldn't help but stop what they were doing. Lu Jing actually felt that he still had the strength to carry another sack, but unfortunately, the six sacks of millet on his back were already piled high enough. He couldn't protect them if they were any higher.

So, he didn't say anything more and walked out of the cabin amidst a crowd of astonished gazes. Carrying six hundred pounds of millet, Lu Jing's feet were hardly affected. He only felt warmth all over his body, making him feel very comfortable. Moreover, the distending pain in his lower abdomen dantian was almost unnoticeable.

This was probably the easiest time Lu Jing had carried goods since he became a porter. He actually took the lead and surpassed Niu Jiu, who was originally walking in front of him, and then successively surpassed seven or eight porters, until there were no more companions in front of him. Lu Jing's pace still didn't stop, and he carried the six sacks of millet to a rice shop on the west side of the city in one breath.

At this time, a gentleman from the Green Bamboo Gang was standing outside the back door of the rice shop, yawning while waiting to count the goods and calculate the tallies. However, the gentleman in brown clothes with a short beard obviously didn't expect the porters to come so quickly. Especially when he saw the sacks of rice piled up on Lu Jing's shoulder, he was stunned on the spot. His originally half-closed eyes widened, and he even forgot to issue the tallies.

So, Lu Jing had to remind him, "Six sacks of millet."

"How many sacks?" The gentleman in brown clothes couldn't help but ask, even though he had already counted them clearly.

"Six sacks."

"Six sacks of what?"

"… … … …"

Lu Jing didn't expect that the Chen Dynasty also had enthusiasts who liked to play the Ma Dongmei meme. Fortunately, the gentleman in brown clothes from the Green Bamboo Gang realized his slip of the tongue after blurting it out. Of course, he knew that Lu Jing was carrying millet, but he couldn't believe his eyes.

Six hundred pounds of millet. Someone could actually carry it all the way from the dock to the rice shop, and looking at Lu Jing's appearance, his face wasn't red, his heart wasn't beating fast, and he wasn't even panting. This was really subverting his common sense.

However, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get anything out of asking, so he simply put away the brush and ledger in his hand and directly reached out to grab a sack of millet on Lu Jing's shoulder.

"Be careful, it's heavy," Lu Jing kindly reminded him.

But the gentleman in brown clothes obviously didn't believe that this sack of millet really weighed a hundred pounds. He thought that this kid must have played some trick, replacing the goods midway or something. If that were the case, then the Green Bamboo Gang's rules wouldn't be just for show.

Lu Jing carried the millet on his shoulder into the rice shop, and then, without taking any rest, he went straight to the dock. He was full of energy, just like a primary school student rushing out of school with his schoolbag after school.

Lu Jing also realized that something was wrong with him now. Not feeling tired was secondary. The key was that he was actually eager to carry a few more trips of millet.

From the perspective of making money, this was also understandable, but the problem was that Lu Jing found that his desire didn't have much to do with wealth. It was more just a pure desire to carry. It was as if you worked overtime in the company every day, and finally realized that you weren't doing it for the overtime pay, nor were you doing it to escape family responsibilities such as raising cubs, cooking, and tidying up the house. It was just a pure desire to contribute a meager amount of strength to the boss so that he could drive a Ferrari sooner.

What kind of spirit is this?! For a moment, Lu Jing also suspected that he had recently been hallucinating from moving too many bricks. However, the body wouldn't lie. Ever since he carried those six sacks of millet, his waist didn't ache, his back didn't hurt, and he had the strength to walk. He could feel the warm currents flowing through his meridians, and at the same time, his dantian was much more comfortable.

When he put down those sacks of millet, it was the same as after eating breakfast in the morning. Those warm currents gradually disappeared, and the dantian had a faint feeling of distension again.

So, what else was there to say? Lu Jing quickened his pace and almost ran all the way to the dock.