Ammon's Grand Adventure (14)

"How should we deal with that little brat we couldn't sell?" Back inside the house, A Liang asked Sister Qiong in a deferential tone. Sister Qiong shook her head and said:

"I'll make some calls later and see if any backwater villages need a son. If not, we'll sell him cheap to Delia. We'll have to travel farther, though. Even without counting the fare, it'll delay us by half a month. Tch, it's all because of that money-losing burden you brought back."

"My fault, my fault." A Liang forced a smile, but he did not dare offer to handle it himself. First, he worried Sister Qiong would suspect him of trying to use this to get hold of her contacts. Second, he did not think he was capable of doing this kind of work.

Seeing that A Liang had admitted his mistake with a good attitude, Sister Qiong's expression softened somewhat. She nodded, raised her hand to check the time, and only then said:

"Go check on that kid. If there's nothing wrong with him, give him something to eat. We're leaving tonight."

"Isn't that a little too rushed?" A Liang frowned. He had finally gotten one decent night's sleep, and now they were setting off again.

"Rushed? If I weren't worried that dosing the little brat with drugs too often would turn him into an idiot, I'd leave right now!" Sister Qiong glared at A Liang irritably, then pointed at the calendar on the wall. "Look at the date. In another two days, the post-holiday return rush will basically be over. Do you think getting through checkpoints will still be this easy then?"

Hearing that, A Liang suddenly slapped his forehead and said helplessly:

"I haven't slept well these past few days. My brain's all muddled. I'll go feed