Huh, what's with these kids' expressions? One hundred taels, that's not a small amount, is it? These wild game aren't worth much anyway. If she had time, she could have hunted many more before sunset today.

The big boy tried to close his gaping mouth and calm his breathing: "Mom, this is quite a lot. All of these things together probably wouldn't even sell for a tael of silver in the city."

Otherwise, those hunters would be living a very good life, and they wouldn't be wearing patched clothes, right?

This "mother" must never even leave the house normally, right?

Hong Xiaoduo was taken aback when she heard this. Was there such a big difference? Had she been too heartless?

"It's alright, it's alright. They seem to have plenty of money. Besides, they offered to buy from us; we didn't force them to. And if they think it's too expensive, they don't have to buy it," Hong Xiaoduo said, seemingly trying to excuse herself or convince herself that she wasn't a shrewd businessman.

"Mom, that person is back." A little girl tugged at Hong Xiaoduo's clothes, reminding her with a little excitement.

As Fan Wu rode closer, he sensed that the expressions of the adult and the seven children were a bit strange. Without thinking too much about it, he dismounted, handed a heavy bag to Hong Xiaoduo, and then went to pick up the string of wild game.

Hong Xiaoduo opened the bag and saw that it looked like the silver ingots she had seen on TV. She then pulled out the drawstring and tied it up again.

"Not going to have some?" Fan Wu asked with a smile as he mounted his horse after taking the game.

"No need. You don't look like the kind of person who would use underhanded methods to deceive us weaklings." With a hundred taels of silver in hand, it's easy for you to spout nice words.

Fan Wu, who had never been photographed before, felt very pleased to hear this, and his back straightened involuntarily. He wanted to say that they would meet again in the martial arts world if fate allowed, but when he thought that the other party was a young lady, he felt that it would be a bit presumptuous to say that.

"I'll take my leave." After saying these four simple words, he called to Fu Gang, who was riding a horse, and the carriage, and continued on their way.

The carriage passed by Hong Xiaoduo at a moderate speed, with the doors closed and the curtains drawn tightly.

However, Hong Xiaoduo could sense that the people in the carriage were looking at her, or rather, observing her.

She neither turned her head nor raised her hand to cover herself, but instead looked at the carriage with a graceful, ambiguous smile.

Considering that the man eventually intervened to stop his subordinates and even allowed her to earn her first sum of money, she decided to let him watch to his heart's content, as she wouldn't lose anything.

The curtains in the car were specially made for him by the old woman from the embroidery workshop; they prevent anyone from seeing in from the outside, but allow anyone from the inside to see out clearly.

"Did you recognize that young woman just now?" After the carriage had traveled two miles, the people inside, having examined the game piled at their feet, asked the guards outside...