Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

Chapter 365 A Chance Encounter with Jerry

The next day, as dawn broke through the thin clouds, casting a golden glow upon the earth, Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen awoke early. In their lives, waking early had long been a habit; as martial artists, they deeply understood the importance of the morning hours for physical health.

At the same time, Bai Zhi, Bai Yufei, Fu Ling, and Song Ming also opened their eyes in the faint morning light. They exchanged knowing smiles, understanding each other perfectly. Feeling rather bored in the quiet courtyard, they decided to practice their moves. They agreed that they would only practice basic techniques and not use any internal energy, so as not to disturb the others who were still asleep.

Bai Zhi, with her light and graceful figure, took the lead in standing still. Her hands moved like flowing water, each move displaying both feminine grace and resilience. Her agile figure resembled a butterfly in flight, yet every movement concealed a sharp and powerful force. Bai Yufei, on the other hand, stood tall and steady, each step seemingly carrying immense weight. His fist techniques were expansive and powerful, generating a whooshing sound with each swing, displaying a bold and unrestrained spirit.

Fu Ling and Song Ming were equally determined. Fu Ling's moves were small and agile, like a nimble deer in the mountains. She skillfully dodged Song Ming's attacks while looking for an opportunity to counterattack. Song Ming, on the other hand, had a serious expression and focused intently on dealing with Fu Ling's moves. Every punch he threw was filled with unwavering determination, as he tried to demonstrate his strength in this sparring match.

Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen stood aside, quietly watching the competition. Gu Mochen nodded slightly, his eyes showing approval, while Ye Qingchen had a faint smile on her lips, her eyes revealing a leisurely and contented air. This was just something to pass the time when she was bored.

And so, the group moved about in the courtyard, immersed in the joy of practicing martial arts. About an hour later, the sun had risen higher, its warm rays bathing the entire courtyard. Finally, someone awoke from their sleep, Steward Li being one of them. He groggily stepped out of his room, and when he saw the group practicing in the courtyard, his face turned deathly pale. He suddenly remembered that he had gotten used to sleeping in late here, completely forgetting that his master in the Great Xia Dynasty was an early riser.

Steward Li rushed to Gu Mochen in a panic, knelt down with a thud, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, the people here don't get up early in the morning, probably because the weather is quite cold. They have a rich nightlife, so we've gotten used to it. I didn't get up early to serve you today, please punish me!" He lowered his head, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his heart filled with fear, afraid that his negligence would displease his master.

Seeing this, Gu Mochen smiled gently. He quickly stepped forward, helped Steward Li up, and said softly, "It's alright. We're just taking advantage of the early morning to stretch our bodies. There's nothing to apologize for. You don't need to blame yourself so much." He patted Steward Li's shoulder to comfort him. Steward Li looked up, his eyes filled with gratitude. He never expected his master to be so magnanimous. He secretly resolved to serve his master even more diligently in the future.

Manager Li stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, and immediately ran to arrange breakfast. Soon, breakfast was served: bread, milk, and grilled sausages. Gu Mochen frowned at the food; the greasy feeling from yesterday's meal seemed to return. However, he knew he was now in a foreign land, and to adapt to life thereafter, he had to learn to accept these different eating habits. So, he took a deep breath, suppressing his discomfort, and prepared to eat. But after searching the table, he still couldn't find chopsticks. Yesterday it was all meat, so using a fork was understandable, but today there were no chopsticks. He paused, as did Song Ming.

Fu Ling, being perceptive, immediately noticed the discomfort in Gu Mochen and Song Ming's eyes. Song Ming frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, as he looked at the bread and sausages. Seeing this, Fu Ling spoke up, "I'll make some rice porridge. Everyone's been traveling and tired; some porridge will warm their stomachs. Let me ask if anyone else wants some?" Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Ye Qingchen, who seemed unfazed by the Western food, simply smiling and shaking her head.

After receiving a response, Fuling turned and went into the kitchen to get busy. She skillfully rinsed the rice, added water, put the rice into the pot, and then patiently stood by, stirring occasionally to prevent the porridge from sticking. As time passed, the aroma of rice porridge gradually filled the kitchen, its rich fragrance whetting the appetite.

Just then, a young man appeared at the courtyard gate. This was the very person they had tracked down on the mountain that day, and he arrived here in a hurry. Manager Li, with his sharp eyes, spotted the young man immediately and came out to greet him with a beaming smile. Manager Li respectfully said, "Mr. Jerry, you've arrived." Jerry saw the unfamiliar people in the courtyard but showed no sign of shyness. He generously bowed to Gu Mochen and the others, and then said, "Mr. Li, I've recently developed this swing-like rocking chair, and I think it will definitely sell very well in the market. I've already drawn up the blueprints. Please take a look, and if it's acceptable, we can split the profits the same way as before." As he spoke, he took out a roll of blueprints from his pocket and handed it to Manager Li.

Manager Li took the blueprints and eagerly unfolded them to examine them. His eyes widened, his smile grew brighter, and he kept saying, "Excellent, excellent! Mr. Jerry, you are a genius! This design is brilliant!" As he praised them, he carefully rolled up the blueprints as if they were an invaluable treasure.

Afterwards, Manager Li warmly invited Jerry into the house for tea. Jerry didn't refuse and followed Manager Li into the house without hesitation. Gu Mochen carefully observed Jerry. He appeared to be in his early twenties, extremely tall yet as thin as a bamboo pole. He had strikingly defined features: a high, straight nose, deep-set eyes, and skin as white as jade. His blond-brown hair shimmered with a unique luster under the sunlight. Gu Mochen thought to himself, "No wonder my son has taken a liking to him. Judging from his appearance alone, he seems upright and doesn't seem like someone with ill intentions." That day, he was dressed too conservatively, making it impossible to discern his true appearance.

Everyone took their seats, and Manager Li busied himself brewing tea for everyone, filling the room with its fragrant aroma. Jerry sipped his tea while discussing the details of the rocking chair's production and marketing plans with Manager Li. They were speaking the language of Great Xia, while Gu Mochen and the others listened quietly without offering any opinions.