Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Seeing the boy, who was more than ten years younger than him, mocking him like this, Wang Zhou couldn't save face. But he couldn't argue with all of them by himself, so he could only go home in anger.

Besides these, Wang Zhou also pondered what kind of business transmigrators usually did to make money, as long as it was profitable.

The next day, Wang Zhou walked to town early in the morning to look for partners in some shops.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, but the shopkeeper wasn't listening at all. No matter what kind of promotional activities or so-called scarcity marketing were, the shopkeeper just frowned.

This is just a small town, and there's only this one small restaurant. The owner thinks this person must be crazy to have such an idea.

Most of the people in the town are farmers, and at most they do some small business, as well as some old customers with some savings. Since they are old customers, why do they need to do any promotion?

And that so-called hunger marketing? That sounds unreliable. This is just a small town. Who would travel all the way here just for a dish?

Given how fast their information spreads, it's uncertain whether outsiders even know about this place.

Finally, the shopkeeper, not wanting to listen any longer, gave him a few coins and sent him on his way.

Wang Zhou searched several places but no one was willing to listen to him. He thought to himself that these ancient people were ignorant and deserved not to get rich.

As I passed by a food stall, a thought suddenly struck me: "That's right, he could sell snacks!"

He quickly took the few coins he had just received and went to the vegetable market. The place was filled with the smell of rotten vegetable leaves and the stench of meat, which made him want to vomit.

In the end, he could only afford two buckets of pig offal with two coins, and then he gave another coin to take an oxcart home.

He was met with disdain from the villagers on the bus, but Wang Zhou was confident that he could make braised food to sell. Isn't that how many protagonists in novels get rich?

If others can do it, so can he.

In the late afternoon, someone passed by the old house, frowned, and shouted, "Who the hell is cooking shit? Ugh—"

Soon people found out that the smell was coming from Wang Zhou's house.

Now, the smell can be smelled throughout half the village; it's even more pungent and foul than manure from the fields.

So a new topic of conversation arose in the village:

"Wang Zhou has really gone mad. He's even cooking and eating shit at home. Ugh!!" The man said, gagging as he spoke.

The others frowned and asked, "Really? How do you eat that stuff?!"

"Ugh! Who, who knows? I just smelled it. Is he starving?"

Over there, Wang Zhou stared at the contents of the pot, questioning his existence. Why did the food he cooked smell so bad?

He looked inside the pot and found that it was because the contents hadn't been washed properly.

I had no choice but to take the bucket to the river to wash it again, but no matter how I washed it, it still smelled. Eventually, I just ignored the smell and went back to stew it directly.

There wasn't much firewood in the side shed to begin with, so now they could only go outside to collect the yard fence that had been blown down by the strong wind. The fence was made of bamboo and wooden sticks, which would be perfect as firewood.

He went back to the Wang family's house in the middle of the night and stole the seasonings. He threw them into a pot that had been simmering for a long time. The pork offal inside was almost cooked through, but it still didn't smell good.

The next day, Wang Zhou took his homemade braised food to town. At first, some people came to see what was new, but when they smelled the strange smell, no one was willing to take a bite, and the crowd dispersed.

Some people saw it was pig offal and covered their noses as they walked away.

Wang Zhou himself had never eaten these things in modern times. He heard that some people liked the taste, so he was unwilling to leave them there for another day.

The food inside had all gone cold, but not a single bowl had been sold. Wang Zhou was starving, so he filled a bowl for himself and ate it. Halfway through, he saw the unwashed food and turned around to vomit for a long time.

The pig offal was thrown away in the bucket, and Wang Zhou himself was covered in the smell of pig manure, which was really unpleasant.

Back in the village, when he went to his parents' house to find food, his mother still threw him two steamed buns mixed with bran, to avoid the villagers scolding them for letting their son starve to eat such dirty things.

Wang Zhou wolfed down his food with water until his throat ached.

The Wang family told him to fend for himself for dinner and forbade him from coming back to beg for food.

Wang Zhou took a tattered basket from the old house and went up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables, but the wild vegetables had already been dug up in winter, so he continued to walk into the mountains.

Suddenly, Wang Zhou spotted a few scattered mushrooms. Without any hesitation, he picked them all up, hoping to dig deeper and see if he could find ginseng.

It was only then that Wang Zhou realized something: he didn't recognize herbs, let alone see what ginseng flowers and leaves looked like.

A deep sense of powerlessness washed over him again, and Wang Zhou angrily slapped the surrounding weeds.

"Why! Why are you doing this to me?"

He shouted loudly, feeling that God was playing a trick on him. Otherwise, why would He let him travel to this place but not give him any cheat codes?

He even sent Chixing to counter him. If it weren't for Chixing, he would have already tricked Liu Yu into his hands and would be the one living in the county town!

"Ahhhh!!!"

Wang Zhou broke down and screamed, tears streaming down his face. "Why? Why is my life so miserable?"

A wolf howl rang out, and Wang Zhou was so frightened that he grabbed his basket and ran down the mountain. He stumbled and fell, and because he couldn't see the road clearly, he rolled a bit, and all the mushrooms in the basket fell out.

Wang Zhou's leg was injured again. It hadn't fully healed from the previous fall, and now that winter was here, it hurt even more.

He was lucky this time; he soon encountered some villagers who were passing by. They were villagers after all, and they wouldn't just watch him die there. They went back and told the Wang family.

Wang Zhou was arranged to recuperate in the old house. The Wang family still has young men waiting to be married and unmarried men. If Wang Zhou were to die like this, no one would dare to be related to his family.

Wang's father had no choice but to sell two more acres of land to pay for his medical treatment. Wang Zhou's leg was truly beyond repair this time, and even if it did, he would be a cripple for life.

When the news spread, the villagers said that he had bullied Liu Yu before, and this was Liu Yu's father's revenge.

The Wang family would send someone to deliver food to him every day to ensure he wouldn't starve. By the time Wang Zhou was able to walk, several more days had passed.

The once spirited scholar Wang now wears wrinkled old clothes and walks with a limp; even the village children dare to throw stones at him.

Wang Zhou became taciturn, his eyes filled with hostility, and he went to the Wang family to demand money.

The Queen Mother was naturally unwilling to give it to him; she already disliked him, and now he dared to ask for money.

But when he said he would leave Pear Tree Village after receiving the money, Wang's mother immediately asked the village chief to give her a letter severing ties with him, and then gritted her teeth and gave him five taels of silver.

Wang Zhou went to the county town and, following his memory, found the inn where Wen Lan had stayed.

This life is different from the last. In his previous life, he was a prestigious top scholar in the imperial examination and later became the prime minister.

Wen Lan was merely one of his admirers and stepping stones in his previous life.

Wang Zhou understood that Liu Yu was nothing, and even Wen Lan was nothing, but for now, he could only go find Wen Lan first.