Chapter 527: He is also a poor guy

Kong Wenyao was ready to spend a lot of money. After all, it was reasonable to pay a high price for buying a life. But Yun Qimu only held up two fingers, and said with a smile on her pretty face, "Not much, only two thousand energy coins."

Kong Wen Yao's beautiful cold eyes widened in an instant, revealing a bit of surprise. Two thousand energy coins, this is not a lot at all. Usually, buying a bottle of ordinary potion would cost more than two thousand.

Similarly, Lu Zhong, who had wanted to ask but didn't, also took a breath. Wow, compared to the high price of medicine in his mind, two thousand energy coins is a bargain. No, it's even half the price of bargains on the market now.

As for the potion's effectiveness, he had personally witnessed it twice, so he had no doubts. Lu Zhong eagerly approached, rubbing his hands together with a smile. He licked his cheeks and looked at Yun Qimu and asked, "I wonder if Miss Yun has many of these potions? Could you sell us a few bottles?"

"Hmm..." Yun Qimu turned his head to look at him, his eyes slightly raised, and he asked with a faint smile, "How many bottles do you want to buy?"

Lu Zhong's eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand. "Twenty." He paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "No, forty bottles. Miss Yun, do you have forty bottles? If not, then I can reduce the amount a little."

Yun Qimu interrupted him with a gleam in his eyes, "No need, forty bottles is just a small quantity, I have enough in stock."

"but."

"But what?" Lu Zhong asked anxiously, looking at her eagerly, afraid that she would not want to sell it.

Yun Qimu raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, "But I have two kinds of healing potions. The two bottles I took out earlier were big red potions, which are used to treat serious injuries. As long as the person is still breathing, they can be saved. If the person is on the verge of death, they need to drink an extra bottle. There is also a red potion, which is less effective than the big red potion. It only costs one thousand energy coins and can treat minor wounds and moderate injuries such as sword wounds and scratches."

There was obvious shock on Lu Zhong's face. He never expected that the big red medicine was so effective that it could save a dying person. It was a waste to give the bottle of big red medicine to Xing Ran. A bottle of small red medicine would be enough to heal Xing Ran's injury for a few days.

Then he was confused. Should he buy the big red medicine or the small red medicine? The price difference was twice as much.

Wu Chen came over and said with sparkling eyes, "Brother Lu, buy some big red medicine. I have other healers in the army who can treat minor and moderate wounds, but we're short of someone who can treat serious injuries."

Lu Zhong suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, I almost forgot about you."

Then he looked at Yun Qimu with shining eyes and said with determination, "Miss Yun, I want to buy all forty bottles of the big red medicine."

"Okay." Yun Qimu nodded readily, raised his hand and took out forty bottles of big red medicine from the space and placed them on the table.

The bottles of big red medicine lined up together were more dazzling than rubies, like precious collections. Lin Nianshuang, Xing Ran and others had shining eyes and couldn't wait to pounce on those big red medicines, as if they were dragons seeing treasures with joy and delight.

Lu Zhong's face flushed red, and he relied on his willpower to resist drooling like Wu Chen, rushing over obsessively. He slowed down his movements, but still had an ecstatic smile on his face as he said to Yun Qimu, "Miss Yun, wait a moment. I'll go inside to get the energy coins."

He took out all the energy coins he had earned from the porridge shop in the past few days, which he had not yet sent to the rebels. He believed that even if the Witch King was here, he would make the same choice as him.

Kong Wen Yao was also moved when she took a look at the forty bottles of big red medicine on the table. Her eyes flashed on her frosty face, and she also showed a bit of yearning. But when she touched her pockets, she could only find a dozen energy coins.

A slight blush appeared on her cold face. She looked at Yun Qimu awkwardly, opened her mouth, and finally spoke, "I don't have many energy coins on me. Can I write an IOU first and pay it back later?"

Yun Qimu looked at her white fingers with thin calluses and more than ten energy coins piled in her palms. His smile froze slightly. He didn't expect that this cold and wealthy-looking lady was actually a poor person.

Why were the people in the Han Dynasty so poor?

She pulled up a smile on the corner of her mouth, and politely pushed Kong Wenyao's hand back, "Okay, you can write an IOU. As for these energy coins, you can keep them for emergencies. If you want to owe them, just owe them all."

Then she took out a pen and paper from her space, looked at Kong Wenyao and asked, "Do you want to write the IOU or should I?"

Seeing that she really meant to confiscate her dozen energy coins, Kong Wenyao's cold face also showed a bit of embarrassment. She really needed to keep a few energy coins for emergencies, so she didn't refuse. She put the energy coins back in her pocket, then picked up the pen on the table and said, "I'll write."

By the time Lu Zhong brought the energy coins over, the two women had already written the IOU neatly, and both parties signed and sealed it, making it officially effective.

Lu Zhong looked at it in surprise, and then realized that except for the Zhao Liang army, which was previously ranked third and had the support of the God of Wealth, the rest of the rebels were poor.

Like the Wu King Army, the Qin King Army is also very poor. It is said that last month they were so poor that they had to sell the body of the Second King Kong Wenxuan to earn energy coins to exchange for nutrient solution. They are even worse off than the Wu King Army.

Of course, this was just a rumor, but now looking at Kong Wen Yao, he felt that this news was very likely to be true.

Seeing those cold eyes like swords sweeping over, Lu Zhong quickly looked away, coughed lightly, placed the sack of energy coins in front of Yun Qimu, and said with a flattering smile, "Miss Yun, here are 80,000 energy coins, please count."

Yun Qimu took it with a smile and did not refuse. She called Yun Xiaoyu, who was eager to try, to come over and count it, so that he would not drool over his uncle's big meal. The little guy had eaten a lot at noon, and she was afraid that he would burst his little belly.

Yun Xiaoyu, who has become a little money-grubber, of course would not refuse. She habitually stretched out her little hand to call her father Yun over to count together.

Yun Jingzheng was also a doting child. He touched Yun Xiaoyu's little head with his big hand and said "OK" lovingly. Then he picked up the sack and poured the energy coins inside onto an empty table. The two of them, one big and one small, began to count them seriously.

Lu Zhong, Mi Hongbo and others had bright eyes on their faces. They didn't expect that a man with such a powerful aura could count energy coins so skillfully.

Hua Mingfei also finished his meal over there. He put away the uneaten food, wiped the corner of his mouth elegantly, and walked over.

With a gentle smile on his face, he asked Kong Wenyao, "What happened to you before? Why did you faint in the alley?"

After admiring the big red medicine, several people from Luzhong also looked over curiously.

Kong Wen Yao pursed her lips and thought for a while with a cold face. In the end, she did not hide the fact and told the story of the assassination of King Han.

Although they were rebel forces belonging to different camps, their common enemies were the Han Dynasty and the Shenjuan Sect, so the assassination of the King of Han had nothing to do with them.

(End of this chapter)