RNP Chapter 8 Purified Water
Chapter 8 Purified Water
The whole morning passed without a single customer.
Sosuke wasn't in a hurry.
He was busy in front of a large vat in the backyard.
The jar was filled with well water.
He is making his first product – water purifier.
It's actually just low-concentration silver ion water.
He controlled the extremely fine silver powder, dissolving it evenly into the water.
As long as you don't drink too much, it won't cause silver poisoning, but it has a remarkable effect on wound infection.
He found dozens of earthenware jars, each about the size of a thumb, and filled them with water.
Price per bottle: 50 taels.
This price is quite subtle.
It's much cheaper than medicine from a regular hospital, but it's still very expensive for a bottle of water.
The main purpose is to screen customers.
It was afternoon.
Finally, someone came in.
He was a boy who was about ten years old.
He was covered in dirt, and blood was still flowing from his knees, as if he had just fallen or been hit.
He stood at the doorway, looking timidly at Sosuke.
"Do you need to treat the wound?" the boy asked.
"Take care of it." Sousuke gestured to the chair. "Do you have the money?"
The boy took out a few copper coins from his pocket.
"Only twenty taels."
Sosuke looked at the wound.
It's covered in mud and sand; if it's not cleaned, it will definitely fester.
"sit down."
Sosuke took out a bottle of purified water and a clean gauze.
He first rinsed off the mud and sand with clean water.
Then he poured the bottle of water, which had a faint metallic smell, onto the wound.
"hiss--"
The boy recoiled in pain.
"Bear with it."
Sosuke moved very quickly.
Clean and bandage.
The whole process took less than three minutes.
"This water can kill insects." Sosuke handed the boy the remaining half-bottle of water. "Use it once a day when you get home."
The boy stood there, holding the bottle, lost in thought.
He felt a cool sensation at the wound site, and the burning pain seemed to have lessened somewhat.
"Thank you, sir."
The boy put down the coin and ran away.
Sosuke looked at the twenty taels of copper coins.
This was his first income.
Although the amount is small, it means that his business model has succeeded.
If it works well, word of mouth will spread among ordinary people.
evening.
Sosuke closed the shop.
He took the empty rye bread bag and walked out the door.
He's going to buy meat.
The market in Konoha is very lively.
Fresh pork and beef hang in front of the butcher shop.
"Pork belly, 150 taels per catty."
"Beef, 200 taels per catty."
That's really expensive.
Sosuke touched the money left in his pocket.
He bought a pound of beef.
Then he came to a blacksmith's shop in a corner of the market.
This is the back door of a ninja tool shop.
A place specifically for handling waste.
Sousuke didn't come to buy ninja tools.
He came to buy "junk".
"How much for this scrap metal?" Sosuke asked, pointing to a pile of leftover scraps from forging.
The blacksmith's apprentice glanced at it.
"That pile? Take it for fifty taels."
Sosuke paid the money, put the pile of scrap metal into a bag, and carried it on his shoulder.
Back in the store.
He closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains.
He dumped the scrap metal on the ground.
Then he reached out his hand.
【generate】.
This time, it's silver.
A large amount of silver.
He produced approximately one kilogram of pure silver.
But he did not retain the form of silver.
He used his mind to forcefully "squeeze" the silver into the gaps in the scrap iron, and even coat it on the surface.
He's running a "fake mine".
A type of waste ore that looks like it has a very high silver content.
He cannot sell pure gold and pure silver directly yet.
But if he's a "lucky" Taobao seller who manages to extract some silver from the scrap, that makes much more sense.
He needs a way to launder precious metals.
The blacksmith shop is the best entry point.
But this requires technology.
It's not a refining technique, but a disguise technique.
After doing all this, Sosuke felt somewhat exhausted.
Although generating matter does not consume physical strength, the delicate operations are very mentally taxing.
He cut the beef in half and threw it into the pot to cook.
There were no seasonings, just a little salt.
The aroma of meat filled the small house.
Sosuke ate the meat with gusto.
The heat exploded in my stomach.
The cellular hunger was finally relieved.
He sat cross-legged on the bed.
They began refining chakra again.
This time, it felt noticeably different.
With the addition of meat, the body has much more energy.
Those two strands of chakra, each as thick as a hair, began to flow joyfully through the meridians.
Although it's still far from meeting the standards of a genin.
But he could feel himself getting stronger.
Even if this kind of strengthening comes at the cost of expensive money.
"Is this what it's like to be a pay-to-win player?"
Sousuke smiled to himself.
In this world, he has no bloodline limit and no master to guide him.
All he has is money.
Then let's use money to pave this road.
late at night.
A faint sound of footsteps came from outside the window.
They are not a patrol team.
It's more like some kind of... spying.
Sosuke suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked out the window.
Under the moonlight, a dark shadow was reflected on the curtains.
It stopped moving.
Sosuke gripped a silver thorn hidden under his pillow.
Are we being watched?
Was it because of the boy from earlier in the day?
Or was it because he bought scrap metal?
Or perhaps... Takaya Jiro's enemy?
In Konoha, there is no absolute safety.
This is especially true for an outsider with no connections.
Every pair of eyes could be a sign of danger.
The shadow moved.
A thin blade was inserted through the crack in the window.
With a gentle flick.
The wooden latch made a soft "click".
The sound was very faint, masked by the wind.
But Sosuke heard it.
He didn't get up, remaining seated cross-legged on the bed, his breathing unchanged.
He lowered his left hand in the darkness.
My fingertips touched the cool wooden floor.
A slight thought.
【generate】.
Several sharp silver caltrops appeared out of thin air on the floor below the window.
This was a ninja's hidden weapon, but he "forged" it out of silver.
Each one has four spikes, so no matter how you throw it, one spike will always be facing upwards.
The window was pushed open.
A dark figure nimbly flipped over the wall.
The movements were very light, clearly indicating a repeat offender.
But he didn't expect there to be something on the floor.
puff.
That was the sound of metal piercing through a rubber-soled shoe and sinking into flesh.
"Hmm!"
The dark figure let out a muffled groan, its body suddenly stiffening.
But he didn't cry out; he held it in.
He's a ruthless character.
In that instant, Sosuke moved.
He sprang from the bed, pressing the silver dagger in his hand against the shadowy figure's throat.
"Don't move."
Sosuke's voice was cold.
The shadowy figure froze.
By the moonlight streaming through the window, Sosuke was able to see who had come.
He's a young man.
He was probably seventeen or eighteen years old, with a buzz cut, fierce eyes, but also a hint of panic.
His left foot dared not touch the ground; it was clearly pierced through.
"Which road?" Sosuke asked.
"The Red Serpent Gang." The young man gritted his teeth. "This street is under our jurisdiction. New shops have to pay protection money."
It's another gang.
Beneath the gleaming leaves, the parasites in the shadows never disappeared.
The security force handles major matters and ninjas, but they can't possibly catch all these low-level thugs and ruffians.
Sosuke thrust the silver dagger forward a little.
It pierced the young man's skin.
Blood beads seeped out.
"Have you heard of Takaya Trading Company?" Sosuke asked.
The young man's pupils contracted slightly.
"That fat guy?"
"I am his nephew."
Sosuke retrieved the silver dagger.
He didn't want to kill anyone.
He killed someone, and the body is difficult to dispose of. It might attract the attention of the Uchiha Police Force, who will then uncover his background.
Moreover, it's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings.
If we kill this one, a whole bunch of Red Serpent Gang members will come tomorrow.
He doesn't want to make a big fuss right now.
"Lift your feet up," Sosuke commanded.
The young man hesitated for a moment, then lifted his injured foot.
A silver caltrop was deeply embedded in the sole of his foot.
Sosuke reached out and pulled it out abruptly.
"what!"
The young man let out a low growl, cold sweat pouring down his back.
Sosuke casually tossed the blood-stained silver caltrop into the trash can.
Then, he took out a bottle of freshly made purified water from under the counter.
"Drink half, and pour the other half onto the wound."
Sosuke tossed the bottle to the young man.
The young man was stunned.
He looked at Sosuke as if he were looking at a madman.
They were just about to kill him, and now they're giving him medicine?
"What is this?"
"The magic potion that will keep your feet from rotting." Sosuke sat back on the bed. "Go back and tell your boss I know the rules. But we just opened this month, so we don't have any money. Next month, I'll pay according to the rules."
This is a delaying tactic.
It's also about establishing authority.
The young man gave Sosuke a deep look.
He opened the bottle, smelled it, and there was no strange smell.
He gritted his teeth and poured water onto his wound.
The coolness instantly suppressed the burning pain.
Thanks.
The young man limped out of the window and disappeared into the night.
Sosuke looked at the empty window.
He got up, closed the window, and plugged the latch back in.
That's not all.
But he bought himself time.
In this dog-eat-dog world, showing strength is more effective than showing kindness.
He also demonstrated "value".
That bottle of water was his business card.
If that thug's foot heals, the Red Snake Gang will know that this newcomer has some good medicine.
In this impoverished area where medical care and medicine are scarce, a doctor who can cure diseases has a much higher status than an ordinary merchant.
Gangs aren't stupid either.
Protecting a doctor who can save lives is more worthwhile than extorting a few dollars.
This was Sosuke's plan.
That night, there were no further disturbances.
the next day.
Sosuke got up very early.
He carried out the bag of "fake minerals" that he had made last night.
It was scrap iron mixed with a large amount of pure silver.
It looks like a pile of slag that hasn't been properly refined.
He locked the shop door and walked toward the blacksmith's shop.
But he didn't go to the store where he bought scrap yesterday.
He went to a neighborhood further away.
There is a refinery there called "Furnace".
They specialize in recycling various metal scraps, then refining them into iron and copper ingots to sell to ninja tool shops.
The boss was an old man with only one arm.
It is said that he lost a hand in the battlefield.
"Will you receive the goods?"
Sosuke placed the bag on the dark counter.
The one-armed old man was smoking a pipe and squinted at Sosuke.
"What junk?"
He untied the bag and reached in to grab a handful of iron slag.
His previously nonchalant expression suddenly froze.
He rubbed the black slag with his fingers, revealing silvery-white particles inside.
The particles are very small and mixed in with the rust, so they are almost invisible if you don't look closely.
But the old man is an expert.
"This is..." The old man took out a magnet and tested it, then took out a bottle of acid and dripped a drop.
no response.
It's silver.
Moreover, its purity is extremely high.
"Where did you find it?" The old man suddenly looked up and stared at Sosuke.
This waste residue, with its extremely high silver content, is practically a gold mine.
"It was behind the blacksmith shop on East Street yesterday," Sosuke said with an "honest" look. "They swept it out as trash, and I thought it was quite heavy, so I bought it."
The old man's lips twitched.
Was the blacksmith's apprentice blind?
Selling such good stuff as garbage?
However, such bargain hunting is not uncommon in this industry.
Some rich ores look like coal slag on the outside, and you only know the truth after smelting.
"Good luck, kid."
The old man put down his pipe and began to weigh it.
"A total of twenty catties. The silver content... I estimate it's about two taels."
He's trying to lower the price.
Zongsuke knew it.
The silver he put in was at least ten taels (about 300 grams).
Two ounces?
too dark.
"Boss, this is far too little." Sosuke frowned. "I see quite a few white ones inside."
"That's tin! That's lead!" the old man glared and spouted nonsense. "Doesn't refining require labor costs? Doesn't it require the cost of charcoal?"
Sosuke pretended to hesitate for a moment.
"Then... could you give me more?"
"One price, three thousand taels." The old man held up three fingers. "Take it or leave it."
Three thousand taels.
At market price, ten taels of silver could fetch eight or nine thousand taels even on the black market.
But the money is legal.
It has a source.
"Deal." Sosuke nodded.
The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
He felt he had made a killing.
Sousuke also smiled.
He also felt he had made a killing.
What is his cost?
That bag of scrap iron slag, fifty taels.
Those silver coins cost nothing.
This three thousand taels is pure profit.
Moreover, this is a clean and transparent "lucky money" that can withstand scrutiny.
With the money in hand, Sosuke walked out of the refinery.
The sunlight was a bit too bright.
He bought a roast chicken and two pounds of refined rice on the street.
He stopped as he passed the bookstore.
Several books were displayed in the shop window.
A detailed explanation of The Will of Fire.
The Geography of the Ninja World.
There is also a book called "Basic Herbalism".
Sosuke pushed open the door and went in.
I bought the book "Basic Herbalism".
One thousand five hundred taels.
That's really expensive.
Knowledge has a price, and it's not cheap.
But he has to buy it.
He wanted to open a pharmacy, and although the core business was "silver water," he also had to put on a show and sell some ordinary herbs.
Moreover, he was unfamiliar with the plant system of this world.
Back in the store.
I just opened the door.
I saw a person squatting by the door.
It's the boy who was injured yesterday.
He was accompanied by an even younger child, who had a runny nose and his arms were covered in red rashes.
"Big brother!"
The boy's eyes lit up when he saw Sosuke.
He pointed to his knee.
The gauze has been removed.
The wound has scabbed over; there is no redness, swelling, or pus.
The healing was surprisingly good.
"It's amazing!" the boy exclaimed excitedly. "It doesn't hurt at all anymore."
He pulled the child next to him over.
"This is my younger brother. He has sores all over his body, and they're so itchy he can't sleep. Could you take a look at him, big brother?"
Sosuke glanced at the child's arm.
Eczema, or a fungal infection.
This skin condition is common in damp, dirty slums.
"It can be cured."
Sosuke opened the door.
"Come in."
Business is coming in.
Although they were just two penniless kids, this marked the beginning of a good reputation.
Sosuke cleaned the affected area of the child and applied a high concentration of silver solution.
He received thirty taels.
After seeing the two children off, Sosuke sat behind the counter and opened the book "Basic Herbal Medicine".
I was reading a book while munching on roast chicken.