My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 138 Infiltration
Chunfeng Tower in Taipei.

Inside a small cubicle in the corner of the lobby on the first floor.

Sun Enqi, with his large belly protruding, sat casually in the center of the soft couch.

He reached out and picked up a slice of braised beef, chewing it with a look of pure enjoyment on his face.

"The food and wine at Chunfenglou are truly delicious." He said, picking up the wine cup beside him and drinking it down in one gulp.

He immediately looked up and stared at the alluring figure on the stage in the distance.

“His seventh uncle. Da Wang is an honest boy, not good with words, but he's strong and obedient.” Sun Enwu picked up the wine pot, filled the empty wine cup, and said in a low voice with a smile.

"Last time you said the Tangshan military cooks' camp was short of people..."

Sun Enqi glanced at the dull young man in the corner who didn't dare to lift his head and shook his head.

"There was a vegetable chopper whose leg was broken when a bag of grain fell on him."

“I can handle that. But that old clerk is greedy and cunning, which is a real problem.”

Sun Enwu's forehead, already covered in wrinkles, was even more deeply wrinkled.

He put down the wine jug, gritted his teeth, and pulled out a small cloth bag from his pocket, handing it to Sun Enqi.

"Seventh Uncle, please take good care of him."

Sun Enwu pinched it, "Ten taels?"
A smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"I'll take Dawang to see it tomorrow."

"Hopefully, that old man's appetite isn't too big."

Sun Enwu's face immediately broke into a smile: "Dawang, quickly thank your seventh uncle! This child is just too introverted!"

The dark-skinned, thin, and taciturn young man whispered, "Thank you, Uncle Seven."

Sun Enqi, with his large belly, waved his hand and said, "We are brothers from the same clan, no need to be so polite."

Sun Enwu continued to thank him repeatedly, pouring him more wine and urging him to drink.

In the corner, Chen Mu squinted as he admired Yu Tao's figure.

"Sun Dawang? Tsk tsk..."

"That's a really auspicious name."

……

In the North Market of Nanyang Prefecture, opposite the South Gate is Jingxingfang.

Because of its proximity to Taipei, there is a lot of foot traffic. Jingxingfang is a row of houses facing Taipei, all of which are shops of various kinds.

There is a Mingyi Tea House directly opposite the South Gate of Taipei.

At this moment, many strong and healthy men are queuing up at the entrance to register.

This is the recruitment office for the Tangshan army.

Several long tables were set up on the first floor of the teahouse, behind which were staff members responsible for reviewing and registering information.

Tangshan Camp offers generous pay and good benefits, so many people are eager to sign up.

It is not uncommon for people to secretly bribe the registration and review staff.

Xing Laoliu sat in a corner of the teahouse, glanced at his colleague who was collecting money, and shook his head.

He was assigned to work as a clerk in the Dingyou camp of laborers.

They recruited laborers who were paid little and did a lot of hard work.

Few people signed up, and not a single person tried to bribe them.

"You have to be alive to make money, but you also have to be alive to spend it," Xing Laoliu thought to himself.

Old Man Ding is a cautionary tale.

They provoked a den of ruthless thieves, and things went wrong.

He was stripped naked and hung on a flagpole; his face was gone, and his money was gone too.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip of the warm tea, and then picked up the illustrated storybook to leisurely admire it.

"No one gives money, so there's no trouble."

"The labor camps don't offer much in terms of rewards, but they're safe!"

Just as we were getting to the exciting part, a fat, chubby figure with a large head and ears appeared.

"Chef Sun, have you finished purchasing the supplies?" Old Xing greeted him with a smile.

This is his colleague, the head chef of the Dingyou Battalion of laborers.

"We're short of a vegetable chopper, aren't we?"

"I happen to have a nephew in my family. I know him well, he's honest, simple-minded, and hardworking."

"I'd like to trouble you, Elder Xing, to help with the registration and record-keeping." As Sun Enqi spoke, he quietly handed Elder Xing two taels of silver.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Xing Laoliu's dark, thin face.

Hardworking and resilient? A nephew from the same family? Someone you know well.

That means you have a clean record.

This money is perfectly acceptable to accept; you can accept it with a clear conscience and without any future problems!
He smiled and looked up at the young man behind Sun Enqi, waving a friendly wave.

"Come here, young man, let me help you register..."

He stood frozen in place without saying a word.

Chen Mu stepped forward with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Xing, my name is Sun Dawang. Please register me."

Xing Laoliu's neck turned slowly, as if it were rusted.

He glared fiercely at Chef Sun: "A relative? We know each other inside and out?"

"Yeah, right." Chef Sun was confused. Right? If that's right, I'll cut off my head and let you kick it around like a ball!

Your honest nephew dares to cut his bones and stuff his flesh?
It hasn't been that long, and there are already five?

Where did all these ruthless people come from?!
"Old Xing? Is there a problem?" Chen Mu squinted, a simple and honest smile on his face.

Looking at Chen Mu's smiling face, Xing Laoliu felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head: "No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

This labor camp is damn unsafe!

……

"Dawang, meet me here in three days and we'll go to Xiaotangshan together to report for duty."

"Remember to come early, don't be late."

"Understood, Seventh Uncle." Chen Mu said blankly, "Then I'll go back."

Sun Enqi nodded and glanced at his nephew.

It feels different from last night.

Never mind, it's probably because the lighting in Chunfeng Tower is too dim.

"Go ahead." Sun Enqi didn't think any further.

Chen Mu nodded, pretending to be honest, then turned and dodged the crowd, following the roadside, and disappeared into Jingxingfang.

……

It was dusk at the entrance of Jian'an Gate in the east of the city.

Chen Mu watched Sun Dawang and his son leave, then turned and returned to the city.

"The Tangshan Military and Civilian Labor Camp is also within the Tangshan Army." A smile flashed across Chen Mu's face.

He wanted to find the Thousand Machine Token, but he didn't want to be controlled by others.

The Jinghong Gang has its methods, and the Tangshan Camp is no exception.

Instead, it would be better to become a cook and take a ride on a SF Express ship.

"The Sun family has no weaknesses left."

"Xing Laoliu..." Chen Mu thought of a certain old fox.

"We need to keep an eye on him for a while."

……

The next day, evening.

The Chen Residence in Jingxingfang.

Chen Mu sat under the pavilion, with a small porcelain dish on a low table in front of him.

It was covered with a thin layer of jade-colored dust.

Chen Mu dipped a little bit with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes to savor it carefully.

"do not know?!"

Faced with the Bigu Pill, even the third-level cooking skills failed, and the user was unable to identify the nutrients inside the Bigu Pill.

"Is it medicinal material?"

He held the small porcelain dish in his left hand and held his right hand above it, gently fanning himself.

"It's not among the known medicinal herbs either," Chen Mu shook his head.

Are they special raw materials from overseas?

“I told you, you can’t imitate this.” Jie Jia walked leisurely into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

Chen Mu sighed, realizing he had underestimated this thing.

"Discount!" Chen Mu said fiercely.

“No problem.” Jie Jia smiled.

……

Two days later, at dawn, Jingxingfang.

As dawn broke, Chen Mu got up early.

After a quick wash, I went to a row of three-legged wooden frames on the east side of the yard.

The shelf has five tiers, and each tier has a flat bamboo basket on it.

Small, white fasting pills, about the size of ping-pong balls, lay in the basket.

Chen Mu picked up one and squeezed it slightly: "It's still a little soft, but it can be stored for a long time."

He was going to enter the military and civilian labor camp in Tangshan and would soon follow the army north to investigate the Thousand Machine Order.

"With this 3.0 version of the Bigu Pill, there's no need to worry about the Cloud Mirage Form Refining Technique stagnating."

This is also why Chen Mu reluctantly spent a huge sum of money to buy twelve Bigu Pills.

Bigu Pill 3.0 contains Bigu Dan ingredients.

One capsule contains approximately one-twentieth of the total content.

This way, he could eat his fill without overeating. But it took quite a bit of effort.

Thick black smoke billowed into the air.

The fasting pills, left to rest overnight, vanished instantly.

"time to go."

(End of this chapter)