"What did you say? How much did this cotton-padded coat cost?" Ms. Liu asked Yi Cheng in disbelief with her eyes widened, holding a dark gray and slightly old coat in her hand.
That Yi Cheng was a middle-aged man with a mustache.
With a shiny face, a big belly, and a pair of sneaky eyes as big as mung beans, he looked at the people in the exile team like fat sheep for slaughter.
Facing Mr. Liu's questioning, he looked a little unhappy: "The inn is not allowed to do this kind of business. I risk being investigated to do business with you. Of course it will be more expensive!"
"Ten taels of silver a piece without bargaining. You have to think carefully and buy it as soon as possible. Otherwise, there will be no such store after passing this village, and you won't be able to buy it even if you want to."
This kind of shabby coat that ordinary people can buy for more than 100 taels of silver actually costs 10 taels of silver a piece!
The better-quality winter coat she bought in the capital only cost seven or eight taels!
Mrs. Liu was shocked. She didn't expect that such a remote little inn could be so evil.
But if you don’t buy it, you may freeze to death on the way!
Ms. Liu was already frightened by the cold. She never wanted to experience the feeling of cold air rising from the joints of her bones last night.
Even if she was unwilling, she could only grit her teeth and buy seven or eight pieces with the money donated by her family.
There were not many cotton-padded clothes, only about a hundred pieces, and they were all snatched up in no time.
Mrs. Zhu watched coldly as they took out money, and the suppressed hatred in her heart came out like boiling poison.
If only they had given half a tael of silver each yesterday, her son would not have been seriously injured and died!
They are of the same race! Relatives connected by blood!
Thinking of her son's body buried in heavy snow this morning, Mrs. Zhu's heart felt like a knife, and she hated the Lu family even more deeply.
In addition to cotton-padded clothes, the post station also has dry food, kettles, cooking pots, and black charcoal. Basically, everything that can be used on the way to exile is here.
The post station also provided food and accommodation to the exiled prisoners.
Wu Tat was so kind that he specifically asked them to stay for lunch before leaving.
In other words, they have two full hours of rest.
"Mom, should we buy some too?" Mrs. Lu has a lot of money on hand. It can be said that she is almost the richest person in the Lu family and even the entire team.
Of course, except Song Mingyuan.
When it comes to wealth, even the Dog Emperor is not as wealthy as her now.
"You have to buy it!" Mrs. Lu was bright-eyed. She glanced at the officer outside the door and lowered her voice: "This inn has something to do with the officer escorting us. At least half of the money we spent on buying things went into their pockets. We don’t want to be too conspicuous if everyone else is buying it.”
Everyone has to give some face, and it's really not worth it to save such a small amount of money to make the officials unhappy.
"Just buy what you need. You don't need too much. Just buy it. At least you have an attitude."
Mrs. Lu understood what she meant and thought about it. They were neither short of food nor clothing. The things sold here were not as good as what the villagers gave them, so she only picked a few water bags and coarse porcelain bowls. .
However, even if Lin Dong had greeted Yi Cheng in advance, these ordinary small items still cost a full twenty-eight taels.
It's ridiculously expensive.
Song Mingyuan didn't pay attention to this. She noticed as soon as she came in that there was an ambush in this inn!
There are at least thirty people on the other side, but I don’t know why they haven’t made any move yet.
"Don't take action later, leave these people to me."
Song Mingyuan felt uncomfortable if she didn't fight for a day. In the world of cultivating immortals, it was common to have one fight every three days and one fight every two days. She hadn't moved her muscles since she came here.
Now that someone was coming to die, of course she was excited, and she even wished she could have a good fight.
"No, there are too many people." Lu Peifeng refused without thinking.
Song Mingyuan gritted her teeth and glared at him: "Don't forget that you are an injured patient now! How can an injured person fight against ten?"
Lu Peifeng pursed his lips and glanced at her: "I can knock them down and pretend to be seriously injured."
And even if they were seriously injured, he could knock them down. He was amazing.
"Then what? Pretend to be seriously injured and let us old and weak women and children carry you away?" Song Mingyuan laughed: "What a beautiful idea! If you dare to do this, believe it or not, I will let grandma throw you away!"
"..."
Lu Peifeng neither said yes nor no, and Song Mingyuan didn't say anything else. Anyway, she always had a way to cure him.
When the two of them gathered together and whispered, Liu and the others had already bought something.
It was also at this time that Mrs. Liu was able to find medicine for her child, so she asked Yi Cheng: "Do you have any medicine to treat wind and cold? My son is sick."
Yi Cheng glanced sideways at Lu Peichang, who was being held by a woman next to Mrs. Liu, and twirled his mustache and smiled: "Of course, because you take good care of my business, we will give you the medicine for free. Also comes with a bowl of ginger soup for each of you.”
"You guys just rest and wait in the lobby. I'll tell the chef to prepare it."
Everyone was overjoyed, even the physical pain from the heavy bleeding was gone, and they thanked Yi Cheng profusely.
Yi Cheng waved his hand and asked someone to lead them to the lobby, and soon someone brought hot medicine and ginger soup to the table.
As soon as she got the ginger soup, Song Mingyuan realized something was wrong and that it was drugged with sweat medicine.
Mrs. Lu had also served as a general and led soldiers. How could she not see this little trick? She looked solemn and quietly touched her eldest daughter-in-law's elbow.
"The ginger soup is so hot, let it dry before drinking."
Mrs. Lu understood instantly and secretly gave her sister-in-law a wink. Everyone tacitly agreed not to drink the bowl of ginger soup.
The people on Liu's side couldn't wait to drink the soup as soon as they got the soup bowl, and they were not afraid of burning their mouths.
They didn't eat anything all day yesterday, but now they can drink it with gusto even if they are given a bowl of boiled water.
After finishing a bowl of ginger soup, within a moment someone fell to the ground unconscious, one, two or three, and a large amount was poured one after another in a few breaths.
Deng Liang, who heard the noise outside the door, turned around and saw the Lu family members staggering around in the lobby.
He was startled, and was about to rush in, but Wu Da grabbed his arm, "This kind of thing is beyond our control. If you want to survive, don't act out of emotion!"
Seeing the struggle flashing in Deng Liang's eyes, he added: "If you die, there will be no one to take care of your mother until she ends."
Someone wanted to buy the lives of the Lu family, but they would only risk death if they tried to do so. All they could do now was to protect themselves wisely.
If all the Lu family were killed, it meant they were unlucky, and he would not have to continue the hard work of escorting prisoners thousands of miles away.
Wu Da thought indifferently.
Deng Liang clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand, his eyes bright and dim, staring at Mrs. Lu and her group who had not fainted, not knowing what he was thinking.
Mrs. Lu sat on the bench, gathered the children behind her, and said with a majestic air: "Since you are here, just show up. There is no need to hide like rats!"
As soon as she finished speaking, thirty men in black who were lying in wait with swords rushed out.
