Chapter 60: Someone is Causing Trouble

Holding his share of the dividends,

Cheng Feng finally felt a bit more secure in his heart.

In his past life, he had no experience in business; at most, he had just accompanied friends to set up street stalls for fun.

He had never actually engaged in any real-world business behavior.

If he hadn't been truly unable to think of any other way, Cheng Feng would not have risked earning this money.

As expected, the entrepreneurship classes from his past life were not listened to in vain.

It was fortunate to say they had practical effects.

The marriage between Cheng Feng and Meiniang had already been set after the dividends were distributed.

Cheng Feng had even returned home midway to leave ten taels for his family, so that his eldest brother's wedding could be as lively as possible.

After Cheng Feng had spoken openly with his eldest brother last time, the two naturally had no hard feelings.

According to the arrangements made by Cheng Feng's family,

his eldest brother is to be married at the beginning of next month,

and in the middle of this month, his master is to hold a Closed-door Disciple ceremony for him;

the timing could still be managed.

At that time, he would inevitably have to spar with fellow practitioners.

Cheng Feng indicated that his kidneys could still hold up.

At worst, he would go four times a night and be a real man.

As long as one is willing to put in the effort, one will be able to do it sooner or later.

Cheng Feng felt that his speed of adding points was a bit fast, to the point that even his master was somewhat worried that his precious disciple's foundation was unstable.

Cheng Feng had no choice but to start saving points to slow down a bit.

Every few days, he would sneakily add points.

As long as Wang Tieshan did not make a move, his own strength would not be seen through.

If possible, he secretly hoped that by that time he would have reached Skin Refining Perfection, or even better, Blood Refining.

Cheng Feng intended to hide his true strength during the competition, but he was afraid of being made a laughingstock if his strength was too poor.

He could only leave it at that for now, looking at his Basic Blade Technique (Entry 84/100).

This was all the result of Cheng Feng's hard work and toil, having paid with drops of diligent sweat—oh, and two kidneys.

Cheng Feng calculated that if he persisted for another four days, four times a day, two times for each person, and with Xiao Qing in reserve as a backup,

there should be no problem.

The current Cheng Feng had money.

His emergency savings had become fifty taels, he had thirty-four taels in hand, and he had given ten taels for his eldest brother's wedding and ten taels for household purchases.

There were many people in the family now, so food, clothing, and expenses were naturally not insignificant; ten taels of silver could last at least half a year.

He still had fourteen taels left in his own hands, which he could distribute freely.

Cheng Feng's first choice was, of course, the Small Medicinal Pill from Yonghe Hall to protect himself and avoid harming his body.

He spent two taels for a total of twenty-four pills, which was enough for his temporary consumption again.

The remaining twelve taels, Cheng Feng prepared to leave for Meiniang;

an Equal Wife is still a wife, and all the preparations for the wedding were included here.

Twelve taels should be enough.

Previously, Cheng Feng had been curious about what Meiniang's younger sister was doing, and only later did he learn that her sister had gone to the Yingyue Martial Arts Hall to practice martial arts.

Basically, all the income from the household was being poured into Meijiaoer's Martial Arts Hall.

In the past, when the tavern business was good, the cost of materials for practicing martial arts and building a foundation was manageable, but later, after the tavern business was smeared by Meizhou,

all the expenses for Meijiaoer's Martial Arts Hall relied on the Meiniang family's own savings to subsidize.

After learning this, Cheng Feng felt that this scene was exactly like his past life, exhausting the family fortune for the sake of schooling.

Pity the hearts of parents everywhere!

Cheng Feng was curious about Meijiaoer's Martial Dao realm.

Meiniang said she didn't understand it either, so he didn't ask; he heard the realm was quite high, after all, when her bones were examined initially, those masters all said Meijiaoer had good natural talent, so Cheng Feng had to let it go.

Cheng Feng himself just had a cheat, so it didn't count.

It seems that ordinary people really need a huge fortune to learn martial arts; he didn't know how the natural talents of Lao San and his eldest brother were.

If the natural talent is high, practicing martial arts is fast and the consumption is small.

Cheng Feng didn't know if the silver in his hands was enough, but even if it wasn't, he had to learn; Lao San was not young anymore.

He hadn't found a path yet,

and practicing martial arts is the best way to save one's life.

The future path would also be wider, and not having to worry about food and drink was the bare minimum.

Cheng Feng also wanted to have someone he could trust by his side.

Otherwise, should he rely on his own woman?

Cheng Feng was not yet at the point of letting his own woman fall into danger.

While calculating his plans, he heard a hurried knocking at the door.

Outside the door was Meiniang's shouting: "Cheng Feng, Cheng Feng, open the door quickly, something has happened at the tavern."

Cheng Feng walked quickly to open the door and asked busily: "What happened? Tell me slowly."

As he spoke, he patted Meiniang's back to help her catch her breath.

Meiniang didn't even wait to catch her breath, gasping: "A customer came to the tavern to cause trouble, saying the wine in the tavern was watered down."

Cheng Feng narrowed his eyes; is this what the teacher meant by "profit moves the heart"? It came so quickly.

Fortunately, the profit sharing was finished; after letting Meiniang rest, Cheng Feng hurried toward the tavern.

Inside the Mei Family Tavern, the voices were deafening, and it was unusually rowdy.

I saw a burly man with a sturdy build, wearing a black jacket, shouting at the top of his lungs.

His voice was as loud as a great bell, vibrating so hard it made people's eardrums ache.

Beside him, a crowd of people who loved to watch the excitement gathered, and they also began to jeer and chime in one after another:

"That's right! The liquor at this Mei Family Tavern is practically watered down; it's bland and tasteless, and on top of that, it has a strange, nauseating stench. I only drank a few cups, and my stomach started churning; it's terribly uncomfortable!"

"Isn't that the truth, Big Brother! Now that you mention it, I feel something is wrong too."

"Hey, Third Brother, so you have that feeling too! I thought I was the only one..."

Four or five men clamored incessantly, their emotions becoming increasingly agitated, insisting that the shopkeeper give a reasonable explanation before they would let it go.

Facing such a situation, Shopkeeper Mei just frowned tightly without saying a word, standing there silently and watching everything happening before him.

However, as time ticked by second by second, these men seemed to have vented most of the dissatisfaction and resentment in their hearts.

But they did not let it rest there; instead, they began to slam the tables forcefully, and the entire tavern was suddenly filled with the sound of banging.

Just then, Cheng Feng struggled to squeeze through the crowded people, arrived at Shopkeeper Mei's side, and reached out to steady his somewhat swaying father-in-law.

Subsequently, Cheng Feng raised his head and glared fiercely at those few troublemakers with a calm gaze.

He said in a firm tone, "Everyone, please calm down. Whatever the matter is, we can discuss it properly; why resort to such hostility? Do not let a moment of impulse damage the harmony between us!"

"Oh ho, where did this pretty boy come from, daring to meddle in our business!" one of the burly men clamored.

Cheng Feng sneered, "I don't care who you are, and I don't care what your motives are; leave here immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

As he spoke, he squeezed his fist hard, erupting with the sound of leather creaking.

Those few burly men felt Cheng Feng's aura and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but they still refused to show weakness in their words.

"You... don't you dare mess around, we are..."

"I don't want to know who you are," Cheng Feng interrupted them, "Get out immediately!"

At this time, the people around also began to chime in, accusing those few burly men of making unreasonable trouble.

Facing the pressure from the crowd, those few burly men slunk away from the tavern.

Shopkeeper Mei hurried out to maintain order.

Cheng Feng looked in the direction the few men had left and quietly followed them.