The young man spoke with great excitement, his eyes bright, but Li Yinxiang, who had always been interested in these stories, found them somewhat dull and uninteresting this time, even looking down on the heroes from a spectator's perspective. In the past, she loved stories of heroes winning and young girls returning favors, always applauding them with admiration. Strictly educated at home, this was the first time she had been able to hear such elusive stories and was so excited the first time she heard them that she couldn't sleep. But now, she felt completely different, her palm rubbing the Jade Plaque, thoughts wandering far away. The young man was just speaking of a young hero reluctantly accepting a wealthy merchant's fortune after many refusals, but Li Yinxiang suddenly thought, how is such a hero any different from someone who takes money to do a job? Heroes should 'leave when it's done, hiding their body and name'... Moreover, everything they do should be from their true intentions. Money and wealth are just external things... She couldn't help but mutter softly: "I regard a thousand gold as dung." "That is a true hero..." Find the newest release on novel_fіre.net "Hey, buns, buns, freshly baked buns, pork buns!" "Braised meat, braised meat, a three-hundred-year-old brand, not tasty, no charge!" "Apples, oranges, just picked, very sweet!" People coming and going on the road, even in the Northwest, there is no lack of prosperity and bustle compared to the Central Plains; this is the foundation and vigor of Great Qin's Northwest Xiong City. Wang Anfeng rode his horse slowly, his gaze falling on a nearby stall. The shopkeeper was a young man in his twenties, selling flatbreads but with a difference from other places. The white bread was split from the middle with a knife, the pork stewed with various spices until it was tender and stuffed inside chopped up or with diced green peppers and cilantro. The aroma was enticing, stirring Wang Anfeng's appetite. He hadn't eaten anything yet, only drank some wine, and now felt somewhat hungry. Thinking for a moment, he dismounted, led his horse aside, sat at the table without speaking, and tapped the table. The shopkeeper turned around, seemingly having received advice from a master, formally presented a menu listing various dishes. Wang Anfeng's gaze skidded to a corner, where lamb was written. The ways to eat lamb in the Northwest were much more varied than those inland, lamb prized for its purity and tender taste. Wang Anfeng once had it, and couldn't forget it. Just as he was about to order, someone nearby sighed, saying: "Now good locations are getting more and more expensive, a courtyard with three in and three out, not even in a good location, still dares to charge me over two hundred Silver, that's outrageous!" "Exactly, exactly! Just look, even this Zhou Mansion cost less than eight hundred Silver to take over, where does he get such courage?" A diner nearby pointed next to him, also sounding somewhat angry. Wang Anfeng fell into silence, then slowly turned his head as if inadvertently, looking in the direction the diner pointed; it was a courtyard, occupying a vast area where one could vaguely see the gardens, streams, lakes, and dense houses inside. Wang Anfeng stood there watching for ten seconds. During this process, a word he had deliberately ignored, even forgotten, finally regained significance, rebounding in his mind more forcefully and expanding continuously. One tael, one string of Copper Coin, one thousand coins. Not a thousand coins... It's one thousand of a thousand coins... No, more, the Price of Silver is high. A meat bun costs two Tongbao. One tael of Silver exchanges for one string of two hundred coins... One thousand taels of Silver. Wang Anfeng couldn't help but take a deep breath, restraining his thoughts. The shopkeeper saw he hadn't spoken for long and tentatively asked: "Customer?" "Customer, what would you like to eat? Our shop has all kinds of lamb, as well as pork flatbreads, but if you prefer something else, we also..." "Three white flatbreads." A cold voice interrupted him. The smile on the shopkeeper's face became slightly stiff, stunned for a moment, then said: "So, so would the customer like something to drink? For instance, broth, just six Copper Coins..." The black-clothed youth expressionlessly put down the menu. "Trouble, a bowl of plain water." PS: Hmm, there's only one update today, the word count is... emmm, acceptable, getting older, can't maintain the mystical repair... To those who've tipped in the last few days, I'll thank you all together tomorrow when I'm rested, sorry~