Chapter 5 – Selling Seafood

Cheng Zhou found a remote place and returned to his world.

Cheng Zhou set aside 800 yuan from the remaining 5,000 yuan to buy a second-hand human-powered freight tricycle.

After buying the tricycle, Cheng Zhou bought ten plastic pails and fifty packets of pineapple buns.

Cheng Zhou rode the tricycle and appeared in Black Wheat Village.

The people in Black Wheat Village have never seen tricycles, and all of them were astonished.

Cheng Zhou had visited the village several times and provided pineapple buns. Several children in the village were not very afraid of Cheng Zhou and ran after his tricycle happily.

Facing the incredulous eyes of the villagers, Cheng Zhou suddenly had an illusion that he was driving a Maserati instead of pedaling a tricycle.

Cheng Zhou rode his tricycle to the seaside. None of the villagers who helped collect the seafood had left the beach yet.

Cheng Zhou cycled over quickly and attracted everyone’s attention. A group of villagers on the beach stared at the tricycle intensely as if they saw something divine.

Cheng Zhou got off the tricycle and said in high spirits, “Now, load it up.”

Standing on the beach, Cheng Zhou looked at the magnificent sea, as if he saw a rising star of the seafood industry.

Cheng Zhou stuck in his waist and saw several people from other world looking at him dumbfoundedly without moving.

Cheng Zhou looked back at these people in a daze and couldn’t help frowning. He suddenly realized that these people didn’t understand him at all.

Cheng Zhou sighed in his heart and said inwardly: The road to being a seafood tycoon is still a long way to go!

Cheng Zhou gestured with his hands. Although he didn’t know the language, the people of the other world quickly comprehended Cheng Zhou’s meanings and loaded the seafood into the plastic pails.

Several villagers were curious about the plastic pails. They were reluctant to let go of it and secretly touched it all over by taking the opportunity while loading the seafood.

A few villagers looked at the plastic pails like it was peerless beauty, which gives Cheng Zhou goosebumps.

Most of the utensils to store water owned by the villagers are wooden barrels that are bulky and leak easily. They can’t be compared with plastic pails at all.

In fact, the villagers are more curious about the tricycle, but the tricycle is owned by Cheng Zhou, and the people dare not reach out. Several bold people secretly touched it taking the opportunity while fetching the plastic pails, as if a touch could bestow some divinity on them.

The villagers poured the seafood from the wooden barrels into the plastic pails but several pails were not fully filled, so several villagers collected more (seafood). Soon, ten pails of seafood have taken up the tricycle. The whole tricycle was packed to the fullest. The tricycle freight space was insufficient, so the pails could only be stacked upon each other.

Because it’s too heavy, Cheng Zhou can’t cycle it anymore.

Among the villagers, Cheng Zhou found a man named Black Iron to help pedal the tricycle and asked several villagers to push from behind.

Being able to touch such an artifact as a tricycle, those selected villagers looked very proud with their heads held high.

Black Iron, who was entrusted with the most important task, worked very hard to pedal the tricycle. The other villagers were envious!

Several villagers sent Cheng Zhou to the entrance of the mountain forest. Then they left when Cheng Zhou indicated them to leave.

After confirming that the villagers had left, Cheng Zhou sat on the tricycle, silently recite to return to the rental house, and then returned there immediately after.

Cheng Zhou had left, but the villagers began to talk excitedly about the “legendary tricycle”.

Black Iron said solemnly: “It is iron, the entire vehicle should be made of iron.”

Several villagers exclaimed in surprise.

“It’s amazing to make a vehicle with iron.”

Iron is rare in Black Wheat Village. In the village, whichever household owns a shovel is definitely a rich family.

“Black Iron, how do you feel when you ride that vehicle!”

Black Iron raised his neck high, glanced at the crowd, and said smugly, “I feel like I’m flying!”

If Cheng Zhou hears those words of Black Iron, he would have been speechless, because there is too much seafood which makes the speed of the tricycle is very slow. It has nothing to do with flying.

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Back to the present at the rental house.

Cheng Zhou sorted and repacked the seafood. The seafood he brought back this time included crabs, mantis shrimps, scallops, clams, razor clams ……

In fact, there are some long and odd-looking seafood on the seaside of the other world, but Cheng Zhou didn’t want them because he couldn’t identify them.

Cheng Zhou cooked a pot of seafood chowder. The taste of the seafood brought back from the other world was almost the same as that of this world. After eating, Cheng Zhou found that he had no seafood allergy either, so he was a little relieved.

Cheng Zhou packed several pails of seafood and went out to sell them.

Q City, where Cheng Zhou moved to, is a coastal city. Some developers have launched a large-scale tourism project here, and many people often travel over for a vacation.

There are many seafood restaurants present. Many fishermen catch the seafood by the sea and send them to the seafood market for sale. Some directly send them to the seafood restaurant for sale.

Cheng Zhou found a seafood market to sell seafood. His seafood was of good quality and quickly sold out.

Cheng Zhou sold them at a price of 20 yuan per catty. He loaded his cart and went back and forth thrice, sold almost 500 catties of seafood, and earned almost 10,000 yuan.

After cycling three rounds in a day, Cheng Zhou felt exhausted. However, seeing the banknotes, Cheng Zhou felt that his HP was full again and revived. That night, Cheng Zhou lay in bed and counted the money. He felt that he had taken a solid first step towards being a seafood tycoon.