He Chaoyang had not expected that when he opened his eyes again, he would have actually transmigrated to an unfamiliar plane.
The air here was fresh, without any flying dust, the sky was very blue, and there were no roaring motorcycles by the roadside, but the people here generally looked very tall.
They were about twice the height of Earthlings... wait, no, it wasn’t that the people were tall, but that he had shrunk.
"Could it be I’ve transmigrated into a child," He Chaoyang thought, but then he looked down and saw the beard on his chin.
"Holy shit, have I beco a dwarf?!"
"Not a dwarf, a Dwarf," said Li Yu.
The Dwarf captives had previously wanted to riot, and Miss Rabbit decisively killed a batch of them, but at Li Yu’s request, a few were spared who had generally good qualities.
Li Yu had obtained them for the servants of the Double Rest Sect, and the body He Chaoyang now inhabited belonged to a Dwarf nicknad Molten Giant Axe, who had just turned forty this year.
Considering that Dwarves could live up to two hundred years, this age was still quite young, a ti of strong and healthy physique.
As a forr Warcraft player, He Chaoyang wasn’t too averse to his new body as a Dwarf, except for a bit of regret about not being able to be tall, rich, and handso.
He even asked Li Yu, "When do I start working?"
"No rush, first learn the language here," Li Yu said, then pointed at Zhu Zhigang, "You two can do it together, hmm, and also Watt’s servant, but he’s not here right now."
"Did you just transmigrate here too?" He Chaoyang asked Zhu Zhigang curiously.
"No, I’ve been here for a while," replied Zhu Zhigang, also giving He Chaoyang a fist salute, "I’ll be looking forward to learning from you in the future."
"Learning what, dusting? And why does your back protrude so high?"
Zhu Zhigang pulled at his cloak, revealing a section of wings underneath.
He Chaoyang was still puzzled, "Dude, are you carrying a sculpture?"
"No, these are my wings."
"Did you make them?"
"I grew them, they are natural."
"Holy shit! There are flying species in this place?" He Chaoyang looked at himself, then at the opposite, feeling the gap.
"Your body isn’t bad either; you were a very skilled warrior in your past life. We can spar soti when you’re free," Zhu Zhigang’s passion for martial arts returned.
He Chaoyang could feel that there was no malice from the other side, not a case of an old employee hazing a new one, so he agreed casually.
But it was just a polite gesture since He Chaoyang couldn’t think of what there was to spar about, perhaps he was supposed to jump up and hit that Birdman’s knees?
Li Yu gave He Chaoyang a brief overview of the current situation, then handed him over to the Newbie Guide once they returned to Green Field.
The other servants, hearing of the newcor, also ca over to join in the excitent, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.
Ge Lipeng even treated everyone to Master Kong beef noodles with corn sausage and Fuling pickled mustard tuber, all of which he had exchanged from Li Yu using points from the Divine Country.
Having successfully crafted dueling pistols and rocket tubes, helping the Lady secure the Champion title at the martial contest, Ge Lipeng had earned quite a few points from the Divine Country.
His demands for life were low, as long as he could tinker with his favorite handcrafts, and he couldn’t think of much else he needed, so he simply invited everyone over for so hotown treats.
Apart from Ge Lipeng, Zhu Zhigang also earned quite a sum of Divine Country points from this trip to the Royal Capital. The pair of mandarin duck axes he carried were acquired by setting fires on the Junlin Tower with those points.
Afterwards, he had also rescued Duren and made a fortune from it, but the most significant gain had still been from the battle in the Dragon Ridge Mountain Range, where he served as the only air force on both sides.
Ge Lipeng had maximized the aerial advantage, and it could be said that the Dwarfs collapsed so quickly largely because of his relentless dropping of Molotov Cocktails.
However, this part of his military exploits hadn’t been fully accounted for yet, and he would have to wait a while to receive his points from the Divine Country.
Niu Xiangui then looked towards Lu Weijia, who had also started to earn a substantial amount recently, first by discovering an iron mine and then by resuming his old job as a content creator, continuously producing content for Li Yu.
It was said that he had even beco a sensation in another dinsion, and Li Yu promised to convert the earnings into Divine Country points, which Lu Weijia could exchange for goods from him.
So after looking around, Niu Xiangui realized that he, the first transmigrator and the eldest among them, was still in a state of abject poverty.
Of course, his current salary was enough to cover food and rent, and with so hard work and teeth-gritting, saving up for three or four years to buy a brick house wasn’t an impossible task.
The housing prices here were much more reasonable than those in the other dinsion.
Niu Xiangui felt that he wasn’t doing too poorly, provided he didn’t compare himself with others; such comparisons made him seem sowhat inadequate.
He Chaoyang had always grumbled about not wanting to work in civil engineering, but now Niu Xiangui was sowhat envious of his field.
The construction industry was in perpetual demand everywhere, regardless of the dinsion, as people always needed to make concrete. In contrast, his computer skills were hard to explain in the dieval context.
But Niu Xiangui did not want to give up without a struggle; always being treated to als without ever reciprocating seed a bit unjustified.
Plus, now that he didn’t have to work overti and had plenty of ti, he started thinking about starting a sideline business.
After careful consideration, Niu Xiangui finally decided to make rice crisps.
It was Li Yu who had inspired him with this idea.
He had seen pedal-operated spinning wheels, paper, and soap pod trees in the territory of the Double Rest Sect.
So, he wondered if he could also bring so things from Earth to make money.
But when it ca to actually doing it, Niu Xiangui realized that he couldn’t quite rember the specific production steps behind those well-known inventions.
The only thing he could sowhat replicate was rice crisps because he quite liked them and had tried making them himself.
And, from his observations, there were no rice crisps on the Bratis Continent.
Was this not a business opportunity?
So he began trying to replicate rice crisps using black beans and flour.
And believe it or not, he actually managed to make them.
But after Niu Xiangui did the calculations, his heart sank again because the production costs of this common snack, which cost only a few dollars a bag on Earth, were astonishingly high here.
Just the oil needed to fry the rice crisps was hard to co by, as most people on Bratis used little to no oil in their cooking, opting for stews and porridges because oil was scarce.
Apart from so animal fats, the only other options were butter and olive oil, both of which were luxuries only nobles could afford.
Moreover, the soul of the rice crisps—the spice powder on top—was nearly as valuable as gold here.
Niu Xiangui had taken half a leftover spice packet from instant noodles and traded it for three Gold Coins.
Niu Xiangui figured he might have to sell his rice crisps by the slice.
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