People are judged by their money. This is a very impolite question to ask.

But the woman showed no sign of shame, and neither did the people around her. It was as if it was a matter of course.

"Human life is valuable or insignificant," she said, "so I will boldly set a price for it."

She said this and held up five fingers.

"Fifty thousand taels of silver."

Miss Jun looked at her and smiled.

What is she laughing at? This is a lot of money. Madam, maybe you shouldn't say so much.

There was some worry in the injured man's eyes.

Although this lady said she saved them, judging from her attitude, she did not kill simply to save others.

These people have weapons that are banned by the public, and they are obviously well-trained and have mysterious identities and origins.

Just one export is worth 50,000 taels, money is really tempting.

"More expensive than mine." Miss Jun said with a smile.

More expensive than her? The injured man didn't expect her to say such a thing. He was stunned. What did she mean?

"Oh? What do you mean?" the woman asked frankly.

"I once had someone who wanted to escort me." Miss Jun said with a smile, "He asked me for 10,000 taels."

Ten thousand taels?

The injured man's eyebrows twitched again. What does this sentence mean? What is the meaning?

Does that mean she's been in danger before? So she's not that powerful?

Does that mean she can easily come up with 10,000 taels, so she is not short of money?

"That's not a high price." The woman shook her head and said, "Miss, you should be worth more."

Miss Jun laughed and raised her sleeves to cover her mouth.

"No, he gave his own price, saying that if you want to hire him, he is worth 12,000 taels." She laughed.

Because of her smile, her eyes became sparkling.

The woman looked at her. Although she had just killed someone without blinking an eye, and although she was wrapped in a nondescript scarlet cloak that had turned black and was inconspicuous, as she raised her hand, the beautiful orchid lace in her sleeves was exposed, as well as her slender fingers with bright red nails, and her eyebrows were curved in a smile.

Like all attractive young girls, she is youthful, gentle and docile.

Moreover, the person she was talking about must have made her very happy.

"That price is still not high." The woman smiled and said, "Because you are worth more, young lady."

Later, Zhu Zan did grumble about his loss.

Miss Jun smiled again.

The injured man seemed to understand, so was this just chat?

Is this occasion appropriate?

Well, this girl has enough power to chat in any situation as long as she wants.

"Miss, are you satisfied with my price?" the woman asked.

Miss Jun looked at her.

"Okay," she said. "Deal."

The woman held the young man's arm and bowed slightly again.

"Thank you," she said.

"However, you are all injured, so come to my house to treat your injuries first," said Miss Jun.

The injured man hesitated again.

"Okay, it's Miss Lao." The woman responded promptly.

…

When Miss Jun led this group of people into the village, the villagers did not watch with much curiosity.

It seemed as if this group of people had always lived here with them.

Either they knew they were coming, or they obeyed everything this lady said.

Liang Chengdong thought to himself.

Even if they obeyed, so many people should have at least taken a few more glances, but they didn't, not even the children squatting at the entrance of the village playing with stones.

Know in advance?

These people were there all the way, and no one informed them in advance. They did not meet any villagers on the way into the village, and no one rushed to report the news. The mountain road in the winter twilight was very quiet, with only a few bird calls.

This is really a mountain village, and like all mountain villages, the villagers are the kind of people who work all year round that they have seen before, including the dozen or so men who killed people. Only when they took out bows, crossbows and long spears did they become shocking and eye-catching, but at other times they were inconspicuous.

What a strange mountain village.

"Thank you for your hard work, uncles." Miss Jun said at the entrance of the village.

Although it was like this every time, everyone was still not used to it. They smiled awkwardly and shyly and then left on their horses.

Liang Chengdong's eyebrows twitched when he saw such shy smiles on these men's faces.

What kind of people are they? Who trained them?

"Hanqing, are you coming to my house for dinner?" Miss Jun asked, "I made your favorite fried meatballs."

Zhao Hanqing shook his head.

"I'm going home." She said with excitement, "Ask Liu'er to bring the meatballs to the mountain for me."

Today was her first time going out and her first time killing a robber, so she would definitely be excited to tell Auntie Xiao about it.

Miss Jun smiled knowingly and waved at her.

Watching Zhao Hanqing running up the mountain in big strides.

"Come with me." Miss Jun said to the four men behind her, pointing at their horses, "Send your horses to the stables. There are people to take care of them and give them some rest."

Liang Chengdong looked around. Everyone had come in and he was already a turtle in a jar. It didn't make much difference whether there were horses or not.

"That's a favor," he said.

Miss Jun waved to the children who were playing under the big bluestone and asked them to take the horse to the stable.

The children happily led the horses away.

"Do you raise all the horses here together?" Liang Chengdong asked.

"Our village is small and has few people. We work together, eat together, raise and use everything together," said Miss Jun.

What a strange village, Liang Chengdong thought again. What happened today was already strange enough. While he was daydreaming, he had already followed Miss Jun to the gate of a courtyard.

A girl and several men came out, and Miss Jun asked Liu Er to help the woman get out of the car.

The woman didn't refuse politely and walked down holding Liu'er's hand.

"The meal is ready, and the house is cleaned up." Liu'er said in a chattering voice, "Uncle Lei and the others have prepared the hot water, too."

Hearing the word "hot water", the four men subconsciously looked at themselves.

The fighting, the injuries, the blood, the mud and the snow really made the scene look terrible.

"Uncle Lei, please take care of their external injuries." Miss Jun instructed again.

Lei Zhonglian responded with a yes and extended his hand to the men.

All four looked at the woman.

"Go ahead. Since you are here, you should make the best of it." The woman said, patting Liu'er's hand. "I have this little girl to serve me. You can go and have a rest."

Liu Er exclaimed.

"I'm not serving you. I'm serving my young lady." She flatly refused.

This girl is really... Liang Chengdong's eyebrows twitched again.

The woman smiled and waved her hands at them without saying anything.

Liang Chengdong and others no longer insisted and just nodded their heads and said yes.

After taking a hot shower, clean clothes were placed outside, and Liang Chengdong's wounds were carefully bandaged with medicine. The simple room was a bit crowded with three beds. There was only room for one table, on which were large pots and bowls of steaming food.

"Fourth brother." The young man sitting beside the bed whispered, touching the bed with his hands, his expression somewhat unable to conceal his surprise, "There are actually four mattresses, and they are all cotton."

Even in their own home, they were not so extravagant.

This remote and desolate mountain village, with its simple houses, is decorated like this. Is this the result of the whole village's efforts to entertain guests?

"What's a mattress?" A man standing in front of the table looked at the teapot and said in surprise, "This is white porcelain from Ding kiln. We don't use it in daily life."

It was placed so casually on a table in a shabby room in a mountain village.

They were moving silently, but when they entered the village everyone knew they were coming, and even the food, hot water and houses were ready, so there must be a way for them to pass on the message without them noticing.

So hidden, so perfect.

And their strong horses, their bows and crossbows, their complete weapons, and now the luxurious and casual tools before their eyes.

"I see." Liang Chengdong said solemnly, "This should be a bandit den."