To save people, there must be sacrifices, and that way he can save tens of taels of silver.
"Second Master, this...this will kill people!"
Luo Laowu was shocked. The price offered by the Su family was already low. If they were to lower the price by half, how many of his clansmen would starve or freeze to death?
Luo Laowu was shocked, and Su Changsheng sneered.
"Old Luo, I'm a businessman, not a saint. Business is bad this year, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Su Changsheng said with a sneer, then waved his hand and said, "You should get out of here. I'm tired from traveling these days. It's cold outside, so I need to rest properly and not catch a cold."
Su Changsheng pushed Luo Laowu to the door and closed it immediately.
A thermos had been placed in the bed, and Su Changsheng went to sleep.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Luo Laowu felt as if he couldn't even lift his head.
The hunched old man beside him couldn't wait any longer and asked, "Xiao Wu, how is it? Will Master Su agree to save the person?"
Unable to face the old man's expectant gaze, Luo Laowu felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. He mumbled, "Grandpa Uncle, it's my fault..."
"He said he wanted to save people, and the price of the white flower had to be reduced by half... so that we could get the money first to save them..."
Even as Luo Laowu uttered those words, his heart ached. Human life was worthless.
The old man froze, as if he had been severely struck, his back bent even lower, and the atmosphere was more chilling than the cold wind.
"We can only use the old methods now. Whether he survives or not depends on Gen'er's fate."
The old man sighed, turned and left. With his hands behind his back and his back bent, he walked heavily downstairs step by step.
This is the best room in the inn; it costs over a hundred coins to stay there for one night.
They couldn't afford to stay there, so they could only live in woodsheds and shacks, paying a few coins a night, sharing the space with cattle and horses.
With a look of sorrow in his eyes, Luo Laowu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he followed.
They were a clan that had no fixed abode, whose ancestors had been exiled for serious crimes.
From a large clan of thousands, it has been reduced to a mere few dozen people barely surviving.
The three generations of criminals have passed, but regaining their status as good citizens is extremely difficult. Without farmland, they can only survive in the wasteland.
They were bullied, couldn't understand each other, and suffered all kinds of injustice.
They live off the land, and the mountain products they buy and sell are always at the lowest price.
He sold himself into slavery and accidentally entered the Su family. He opened a supply route for white flowers for his clansmen, but the price dropped year by year, and his clansmen still couldn't get enough to eat, let alone change their status to civilians.
The patient is an 18-year-old young man. If it were an older person, they would not hesitate to give up their life, but he is so young.
"How is Gen'er?"
When Luo Laowu arrived at the woodshed, he stepped forward and looked at the ailing Luo Gen with concern.
One woman remained silent, her expression blank, while another middle-aged man sighed and said, "If we don't see a doctor, I'm afraid..."
"Master Su won't agree?"
The middle-aged man frowned and asked.
Luo Laowu and the old man remained silent; their silence was the answer.
The middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his chest, while the woman silently shed tears, her eyes filled with despair.
"Master Su said he wants to save the person, but only if the price is halved..."
Luo Laowu clenched his fists. He knew that saying these words would cause even more pain and despair, but not saying them was also painful.
Logan huddled in the pile of weeds, his face pale and curled up, his exposed ankle bones protruding, but his stomach was swollen.
Luo Laowu stepped forward, weakly opening his eyes. Looking at his worried clansmen, he weakly said, "No, don't save me..."
Originally, a pound of white flower only cost ten coins. They could only collect a little over a thousand pounds of white flower all year round, earning only twenty-odd taels a year. Everyone relied on this for food and drink. Medical treatment was very expensive, and his life was worthless.
This money should be saved to buy food so that younger children can survive.
Luo Laowu looked away, unable to bear watching any longer.
The middle-aged man also sighed and turned his head away.
The old man sighed softly, looked up at the crescent moon, his gaze filled with complex emotions.
He is seventy-four years old this year and is the only one in the clan who has lived a normal life. But that memory is too distant, as if it were something from several lifetimes ago. Due to factional strife and framing, a great clan disappeared.
Who could have imagined they would end up like this?
Even today, they are still barely clinging to life, but how long can they continue to do so?
Luo Laowu's eyes were red, and he was unable to speak.
The monkey on the roof watched all this, then nimbly turned and hopped back to its owner.
Zhanqi held his monkey, listening to it squeak and gesture.
Zhan Yang frowned and said in a low voice, "Uncle Qi, we don't know what kind of illness this is. If we can save him, can we take all the business away from them?"
Although it's unclear why they insist on cooperating with the Su family and not someone else, it seems like an opportunity at the moment.
Zhanqi thought for a moment and then said, "Besides that, we can't understand what they're saying, so we can't communicate effectively."
Thinking about that hunchback, things might be much easier if we could persuade him.
But how can we persuade him?
They cooperated with the Su family, and this hunchback showed no intention of betraying the Su family. Could it be that the Su family has some leverage over them?
"What do we do now? That hunchbacked man seems very loyal to Su Changsheng. If we approach him rashly, we might alert him, and he might even tip off Su Changsheng!"
Zhan Yang scratched his head, feeling quite troubled.
Zhan Qi pondered for a moment, then said, "No matter what, let's save them first."
I haven't thought of a good solution yet, but saving lives is always the right thing to do. Even if saving lives won't bring them any benefits, saving a life is still a good deed.
Zhanqi patted the monkey, took out some silver from his pocket and handed it to the monkey, then whispered a few instructions. The little monkey nodded cleverly, took the silver in its mouth, quickly climbed up the wall, and leaped away, disappearing into the darkness.
That was a ten-tael silver ingot.
The monkey returned to the distance from the woodshed, waited for a moment, and then threw the silver over. It didn't leave immediately but sat on the eaves watching them.
The silver coin landed at Luo Laowu's feet with a clinking sound. Luo Laowu looked at it and saw that the stone gleamed silver in the moonlight; it seemed to be silver.
Luo Laowu squatted down and picked it up. It was heavy and really was silver. He looked up and saw a monkey watching them from the roof.
Luo Laowu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old man and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle, Gen'er can be saved. Here, here is some silver..."
Luo Laowu even took a bite, almost breaking his teeth, but only leaving a slight tooth mark. It didn't change color, so this was real silver.
"The monkey has brought silver!"
Luo Laowu was a little excited and pointed to the monkey on the roof to explain.
The old man and the middle-aged man both looked at the monkey, and the woman also looked over expectantly.
Under the moonlight, the little monkey sat on the roof as if draped in a sacred robe, watching them kneel and bow in gratitude, chattering in a language it couldn't understand. Then, the little monkey turned and ran away.
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