The money on everyone had actually been plundered once, and the rest was secretly saved...

A middle-aged man untied his belt and fished in his crotch, pulling out a piece of silver: "I want one."

Bian San did not despise it, so he packed up the silver and gave the man some steamed bread and porridge.

Seeing him buy, some people worried about the price going up again, while others bought more. The man who had been with Qin Yu before also bought one and ate half and left the other half. Qin Yu followed his example and left the other half...

The man smiled and said, "Young man, you are quite smart."

Qin Yu asked him, "Uncle, are they going to keep doing this? If they don't have money, won't they starve to death?"

"Of course not," the uncle said, "If we starve to death, who will pay the ransom?"

Qin Yu was puzzled.

The uncle laughed and said, "Just wait and see, these Qingfeng Mountain bandits are definitely quite capable."

That night, those who had eaten slept soundly, while those who hadn't bought anything were very upset. They thought, "We've already entered a bandit's lair, why would we care about a few taels of silver?" So they decided to buy something tomorrow.

There are also some people who really have no money and sigh with their heads in their hands.

Qin Yu slept with the middle-aged man.

The next day, everyone got up very early. Bian San and Su Yi earned some money and went to the canteen on the mountain to ask the chef to add more dishes. They drank with Su Yi and Wu Shu until midnight. If he didn't wake up, these people would have no food to eat.

At noon, Bian San called Su Yi and Wu Shu and came again with the leftover steamed buns and white porridge from yesterday.

This time, people rushed to buy it without him saying anything.

But Bian San smiled, held up three fingers, and said maliciously: "Today's steamed bread costs three taels of silver."