"It is five thousand taels of gold. To be honest, this is almost all of my wealth." Regardless of whose family this young lady comes from, there are not many families that have five thousand taels of gold in their pockets.
With these five thousand taels of gold, she could live a life of luxury and comfort for the rest of her days.
Hong Xiaoduo silently calculated in her mind that five thousand taels of gold, calculated at the rate of one tael of gold equaling eight to ten taels of silver, was equivalent to more than forty-five thousand taels of silver. In ancient terms, that could be considered making a fortune.
"Thank you for telling me the truth, sir. Now I know what I'm doing." Hong Xiaoduo sincerely thanked him, never expecting the sword to be so valuable!
"And you?" the fat landlord asked, still unwilling to give up and full of expectation.
Hong Xiaoduo stood up, hung the Thunderfire Sword back on her waist, and said, "I won't sell the sword, but if you need to sell it someday, I promise you I will come back to you and sell it to you."
Upon learning the sword's value, Hong Xiaoduo was startled and made a plan. If one day in the future she could meet a reliable person to whom she could entrust the care of the seven children, she could sell the sword for over 40,000 taels of silver, enough for the seven children to grow up and start their own families.
The person entrusted with their care is not only to protect them as they grow up safely, but also to teach them how to make a living.
She had no intention of letting these children live off this money until it ran out; that wouldn't be helping them, it would be harming them.
Moreover, she had no intention of distributing the money from selling the sword directly to her seven children. Earning without working is more likely to ruin a person and their life.
Hong Xiaoduo's words disappointed the fat boss. Although she promised to sell the sword to him if he really wanted to sell it in the future, he did not take her words seriously because he did not believe that she would be able to protect the Thunderfire Sword in the future.
"Boss, I've come to pick out a good whip, a soft whip, do you have any?" She had been in the shop for too long and was worried about the children, and also afraid that they were hungry.
The portly owner readily agreed, and personally showed her a row of whips on the shelf, explaining the material of the soft whips.
Hong Xiaoduo picked them up one by one, gently shook them to test their feel, and finally chose a soft whip made of buffalo hide, which felt much better than the rope whip Tian Shu had.
Disappointed at not being able to get his hands on the Thunderfire Sword, the fat landlord sold the soft whip, which was originally priced at 800 coins, to Hong Xiaoduo for 500 coins.
It wasn't that he wanted to curry favor so that she would think of him first when she sold swords in the future; he just found the young woman's words and actions very pleasing.
Having bought a suitable weapon and knowing the value of the sword at her waist, which would guarantee the children's survival in the future, Hong Xiaoduo happily walked out.
Before even reaching the door, they could hear arguing outside: "What I want, you have to give it to me whether you like it or not."
The voice didn't belong to any of the seven children. Hong Xiaoduo quickened her pace to the door and saw a burly boy push Tian Shu to the ground, while the other six children angrily rushed over...
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