Chapter 47

Chen Wuji, this is two thousand wen, I only have one tael of silver in my hand, the rest I can only make up with copper coins. Yuan Laoer politely squatted in front of Chen Wuji, both hands delivering the money.

Chen Wuji took the money, counted it very carefully, then said, "You probably have no complaints, right?"

"No, no." Yuan Laoer hurriedly said.

His wounds had been bandaged, looking very much like a certain famous painting.

"It's fine if there's none, actually speaking honestly, letting you walk away so easily makes me feel a bit shortchanged, but I prefer people who are sensible and don't joke with their lives." Chen Wuji spoke casually, but his gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed on Yuan Laoer for a long while.

Killing him is the best choice.

But Chen Wuji temporarily does not want to bear the consequences of impulsive killing.

Himself alone would be fine, but it would implicate Huo Sanniang and You Wei, causing them to drift aimlessly, which Chen Wuji does not want to see.

He can only find another way to thoroughly avenge this grudge.

This person, dead, would be more reassuring.

"I know, I know, I was indeed wrong." Yuan Laoer pushed over the sack he had carried on his back, "This is some white rice, my extra apology. After going to Naihe Bridge once, I realized just how foolish and hateful my action was."

"Let's go." Chen Wuji waved his hand.

He couldn't be bothered to say another word to this guy.

The yellow fox's apology was always just a facade; how could something deep in one's bones change so easily?

Although he temporarily gave up the thought of chopping him to death, as long as this person lives, Chen Wuji feels uneasy and his thoughts cannot settle.

Yuan Laoer gave a dry laugh and left, looking back every step like a fool.

"Wuji, we're just taking his things like this, okay?" Huo Sanniang lifted the door curtain, leaning in the doorway and asked, "This person has always been like a pixiu in the village—only taking in, never giving out."

"My lady, rest assured; if I didn't take these things today, he would feel uneasy instead." Chen Wuji smiled and reassured her.

What he didn't say was, if he didn't take these things today, Yuan Laoer would likely have to sneak out at night, trying to find a way to kill him.

Now that he has taken the things, although that old fellow harbors resentment inside, at least he won't worry that he'll strike first and lose reason; even if he seeks revenge, it should take some time.

Coincidentally, Chen Wuji thought the same.

He also needs a little time now to arrange a good death for Yuan Laoer and his brother.

Everyone's demands are the same, which is excellent.

Huo Sanniang walked over and helped Chen Wuji hold the wooden door, "What I'm worried about is that he will, because he took out so much silver today, become even more reckless in causing trouble for us."

"No, he's afraid of death!" Chen Wuji said with a light smile.

"I may be a fool, but I can do anything; Yuan Laoer isn't stupid, he can see this clearly."

Huo Sanniang poked Chen Wuji angrily, "You jerk, your Chi Han Syndrome just got a little better, and you're already analyzing human nature? Some people aren't as simple as we think; we still need to be on guard."

After saying that, she let out a soft, faint sigh, "If only I were a bit uglier..."

"No way, my lady, you wouldn't think I don't like beautiful women, would you?" Chen Wuji shouted.

What she said today is truly frightening.

Chen Wuji really worried that she thinks she's too beautiful, always inviting disaster, and might do something nonsense like the Xiahou order's daughter cutting her ear to observe integrity—that would be too messed up.

Huo Sanniang smiled, "I know, if I weren't pretty, you wouldn't be so eager."

Chen Wuji looked embarrassed.

Huo Sanniang leaned close to Chen Wuji's ear and whispered softly, "Once my period is over, we'll enter the bridal chamber."

"My lady, this is what you said—if anything else happens, watch out, I'll deal with you." Chen Wuji said menacingly.

"No way." Huo Sanniang shook her head with a smile.

…

As evening approached, Chen Bushi suddenly brought a merchant to the door.

"Wuji, where are the goods? Let Shopkeeper She have a look first." Chen Bushi shouted as he entered the door.

Chen Wuji had thought that Chen Bushi would need several days to contact a buyer, but he managed it so quickly; the efficiency of that offbeat San Shu is surprisingly high.

"Have a cup of coarse tea first, the goods are in the back!" Chen Wuji said.

"I won't drink, let's look at the goods first." Shopkeeper She said, "It's getting late; I need to get back to town before sunset, so I won't linger. The roads aren't safe, young friend, please understand."

Seeing this, Chen Wuji didn't urge further, and took Shopkeeper She and Chen Bushi to the rear courtyard.

"In our area, hole birds are truly rare." Shopkeeper She glanced briefly at the hole birds locked in the pigsty, then said bluntly, "This hole bird, I can offer nine hundred wen."

"Raise it a bit, Laborers, I went through all the trouble to bring you here, and you only offer nine hundred wen? How is this kid supposed to pay for tea? One tael of silver!" Chen Bushi shouted.

Shopkeeper She laughed and said, "Old Chen, although this is rare, it's not that valuable. If I can't find a suitable buyer, I might very well end up eating the loss."

"But if you do find a buyer, you definitely won't sell for just a few taels of silver!" Chen Bushi said.

"But the risk is high!"

"Where in business is there no risk? You can't use risk as an excuse to press us on price."

"Alright, alright, I can't argue with you—nine hundred fifty wen, that's the limit."

"Cut the nonsense, still the limit? One tael!"

"You bastard, why are you so stubborn? Truly the limit."

"You should at least let me, the intermediary, earn something. This price is clear as day; the kid heard it too. If you don't raise it, do you think he can pay my tea money?"

"Fine, one tael it is. However, this wild boar really isn't worth much; I can only give sixty wen."

Chen Bushi looked at Chen Wuji, "What do you think?"

"About right." Chen Wuji nodded.

Wild boar cubs definitely couldn't fetch a high price; he had long known that.

"Pay up, get out!" Chen Bushi said.

Shopkeeper She laughed in anger, shook his head, and then said to Chen Wuji, "I've seen countless hunters from south to north, but few have such skill as you brothers."

"In the future, whenever you have good stuff, come find me anytime—whether dead or alive, I'll take it, and I'll make sure the price satisfies you. Besides, that Bear Cub you sold to your San Shu was a real bargain; if you gave it to me, I could at least give you fifteen hundred wen."

Chen Bushi's eye corner and fist both lifted at the same time, "Hey, you bastard, I brought you to find business, and you actually dig at my wall!"