Nanyang Prefecture, east side of the city, Taohua Workshop.
Inside a small private courtyard.
Chen Mu sat beside a stone table beneath a grapevine.
He took out all the money on him and counted it.
"Two hundred taels for travel, twelve taels for rent, and roughly five taels for miscellaneous purchases."
"That leaves four hundred and two taels of silver, plus seven hundred and sixty-seven copper coins."
"Money is never enough." Chen Mu sighed.
Nanyang Prefecture City was prosperous, and expenses were high as well.
One tael of silver could rent a house in Qingshan County for an entire year. But a courtyard of the same size could only be rented for one month in Nanyang Prefecture.
Even food was expensive.
A jin of White Wheat cost thirty-five copper coins, while even the cheapest fish cost more than sixty copper coins per jin.
"Wouldn't Body Tempering Techniques cost even more?" Chen Mu pondered to himself.
"What are your plans?" Chen Mu looked up and asked Jie Jia.
The other man was squinting at the silver in his hand.
Expressionless, Chen Mu put the silver back into his money pouch and tucked it away.
"I've already affiliated myself with Zhu Yi Pavilion in Nanyang Prefecture," Jie Jia said blandly.
Qingshan County had been shattered. The dead were dead, the living had fled, and it had practically become a deserted city. There was no way they could return.
Chen Mu envied him. This was what it meant to have a trade. You would never go hungry no matter where you went.
If being an assassin were not so dangerous, Chen Mu would have been tempted to register his name with Zhu Yi Pavilion too.
"I rented a storefront in South Market. I'm planning to open a medicine shop," Jie Jia suddenly said