The Tiger Bone Wine Zhou You had bought was delivered before dark.
The deliveryman was still the young man in blue, Du He. He carried the ten jars of Tiger Bone Wine to Zhou You's doorstep.
"Young man, have some water."
Zhou You's mother handed him water and asked warmly, "How much do you make a month doing this work?"
The young man in blue hesitated before answering, "Ten taels."
"Ho, that's quite a bit. My old man only..."
Listening from the side, Zhou You silently carried the Tiger Bone Wine into his room.
Ten taels of silver a month for an Internal Force Martial Artist sounded a little low.
But Old Man Zhou had just taught him a lesson: working for someone came with hidden benefits and extra income.
As an Internal Force Martial Artist working at Xingrentang, would the young man in blue get an employee discount when buying secret medicines?
For all he knew, the man might be living even more comfortably than he was!
"Your neighbor's house is so lively. They've hung red silk over the doorframe—is someone getting married?"
When Du He came to make the delivery, he had passed Mao Laoyao's house and seen everyone there bustling about.
"What? Isn't that far too rushed? How come I didn't hear any wedding music?"
Zhou You's mother was greatly surprised. The woman had only entered the house during the day, and they were already rushing to hold the wedding that night.
She looked at Zhou You. Zhou You shook his head, signaling her not to say anything more. Their family's affairs were none of their business.
Given Mao Laoyao's miserly nature, he truly might skip hiring a band just to save money, hang a foot or two of red cloth over the door, and call it