Chapter 3 Silver Reward
When he heard "Young hero, please stay," Qin Lang subconsciously thought that the big maid was back again.
"Xuan..."
However, Qin Lang turned around and found that it was not Xuan Ran. He narrowed his eyes for a while and realized that the person calling him was actually the master of the county government.
“Is something wrong?”
"Young Master Qin."
The master held his fists respectfully:
"Are you awake?"
"Well...you know I'm at the inn?"
"Yes, the yamen knew that the young hero was resting, so there was something that didn't bother you."
Qin Lang thought that he fainted on the street at that time, and someone should have witnessed the whole process. It was not surprising that the news reached the county government, so he didn't pay too much attention.
But what he didn't know was that the county government was actually ordered to drink some water by someone from a large sect three days ago, so he sent someone to pay attention to Qin Lang's movements at the inn.
Now that Qin Lang is awake, Master heard the news and came.
"What does the Yamen want from me?"
"The young hero was imprisoned three days ago to kill a thief. His heroic deeds have become a good story. This... As the saying goes, good people are rewarded, I I was also commissioned by the county magistrate to tell the young hero about the silver reward for the arrest warrant."
"The arrest warrant's... silver reward?"
Money?
Qin Lang was slightly startled.
Really talking about Cao Cao, the wife will be here...
Qin Lang was only focusing on unveiling the list as a ticket to jail, and really didn't notice that Xue Gui's arrest warrant had a silver reward.
Now I was worried about money, so the master took the initiative to send it to my door.
"How much silver reward is there?"
"Fifty taels."
"..."
Qin Lang was surprised, fifty taels is not enough It's a decimal.
......
Walking around the world, money is indispensable.
In addition to food, clothing, housing and transportation, weapons and mounts are also necessary expenses.
Especially mounts.
If Qin Lang wanted to go all over the world to pursue the last person in the "Inner Demon Record", how could he not have a mount?
But as soon as he arrived in Jianping County, he inquired about it. In today's world, a beautiful little mare that is pure, pure and beautiful costs more than thirty taels of silver!
Even if a emaciated rider with ten thousand people who has experienced hundreds of battles would need at least a dozen horses per horse.
Qin Lang, who was penniless, did not dare to think about buying a horse at first, but now he was still thinking about making ends meet.
As a result, with this reward of fifty taels of silver, not to mention the mount, I even had spare money to find a blacksmith in the county to make a handy sword.
……
However, having said that, the Master also said that according to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xue Gui's body needs to be sent to Qingzhou Mansion for inspection before the silver reward can be approved.
"How long will it take?"
"About a month."
The master took out a voucher-like note from his arms and handed it to Qin Lang. Then he paid another two taels of silver in advance.
With the advance payment, Qin Lang could stay in an inn for a month in this small border town, which was more than enough, but he didn't want to spend the money on such a place.
Especially without the company of his senior sister, Qin Lang, who was used to being lonely in the Tianshan Mountains, asked his senior master to point out a more secluded place to stay.
"Secluded... there are some!"
The master pointed in the distance:
"There is a warehouse on Qingniugang outside the east gate of Jianping County. It was originally It was used to store the imperial grain during the late emperor's time. Later, when the war between Da Zhou and Beili ended, the empress reduced the border tax, so the warehouse was completely abandoned, leaving the grain caretaker's room empty and unoccupied."
"Okay, I'll live there."
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So, for the reward of fifty taels of silver, Qin Lang temporarily stayed at Qingniugang in Jianping County.
Half a month passed before I knew it.
For half a month, in addition to practicing his internal strength from scratch every day, Qin Lang also sometimes wandered around the county town.
At the beginning, he suddenly met a few passers-by who knew him, and looked at him with admiration, envy, or longing, and called him "young hero", "hero", "good man" and so on. Qin Lang It's quite a sense of accomplishment.
However, as time went by, it gradually became tasteless.
The more leisurely he stayed in the small county town, the more Qin Lang couldn't wait to visit further and larger places.
Unfortunately, the silver reward was not enough and it was difficult to move forward. Qin Lang could only sit at the tea stall occasionally and heard that the old man told anecdotes about the world.
However, Qin Lang soon discovered that this old man was also a parallel importer. He could not talk about anything else all day long. He only knew how to tell stories about the so-called Tianshan Immortals and indirectly spread rumors to his senior sister.
……
"By the way, the goddess on the mountain that day, although she is immortal, her body is like that of a child!"
"No, no, no."
Qin Lang shook his head directly after hearing this: "What a child?" , She...um...is quite big and looks like a young woman."
"Ahem...Say, the Tianshan Immortal has three heads and six arms, and is covered with red hair!"
"No, no, no."
Qin Lang continued to shake his head:
"She has bare hands and legs, dressed in white, and is graceful."
As for having red hair...< br>
That’s even more nonsense.
Qin Lang had been stroking and caressing in his senior sister's arms since he was a child. He didn't know whether he had any hair or not.
"By the way...no, by the way, Mr. Qin, can you stop making fun of me all the time?"
...
As time went by, the old storyteller finally couldn't stand it anymore. Just telling a story, how could there really be an immortal on Tianshan Mountain?
But this Qin Shaoxia doesn’t know why, but he always has trouble with being a storyteller like him.
Of course the storyteller didn't know that Qin Lang was refuting the rumors for his senior sister. Qin Lang didn't explain much and asked the storyteller instead:
"Old sir, this happens every day, why can't you say goodbye?" "
"Others?"
The old storyteller sneered helplessly:
"I want to say, how can anyone write it?"
"No one wrote?"
Isn't Qin a human?
After going back and forth, Qin Lang simply took the initiative and wrote two books for the old man.
As a result, I wrote it the day before, and the old storyteller shed tears of gratitude the next day:
"Qin Shaoxia! The book you wrote is really amazing! I have never earned more than 30 yuan in one day in my life. Make money!”
Only thirty pieces?
Congwen really had no future. Fortunately, he did not choose to follow the path of copying literature...
Qin Lang thought about it for a while, and immediately picked up a pen and wrote him another story.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
The old man looked at Qin Lang's pen and snake, gold hook and iron paintings, and couldn't help but smack his tongue and praise:
"You can write this word so well and so quickly. The young hero is really good at both civil and military skills!"
"Indeed."
For the storyteller's praise, Qin Lang didn't feel that he deserved it at all. ashamed.
Because as early as in Tianshan, in order to cultivate Qin Lang's character, a certain senior sister forced Qin Lang to practice calligraphy since he was a child.
As a reminder, if Qin Lang fails to write an "Ode to Sisters and Brothers" in half a stick of incense every day, the senior sister will write the word "正" on Qin Lang's abdominal muscles or chest as a warning. He must be in a right state of mind.
...
"Senior sister, is this okay?"
"No, use more force when writing! See the words and see the heart. When writing a man's handwriting, no matter how fast you write, you must keep your pen sharp."
"What about this?"
"Try harder..."
"What now?"
"Harder..."
"Like this?"
"Well, more...faster..."
"? Senior sister, why are you so red?”
...
In this way, under the personal supervision of his senior sister, although Qin Lang did not understand poetry and poetry, he was forced to practice fast and good calligraphy.
I thought I would be of no use in this life, but who knew that writing a novel would actually show off.
“Here, take it.”
“Thank you, Mr. Qin!”
"Also, your way of storytelling can be improved."
"Please elaborate, young hero!"
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(There is another update today. One chapter is divided into two chapters to avoid reading fatigue. One article is my favorite~)
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