Knife Peddler

"Here we are!" The old driver lifted the curtain, and Li Banfeng stepped down from the carriage.

"This is Desolate Path Town?"

The old man nodded. "See that city gate? Three dollars for the toll before you go in."

Li Banfeng gazed into the distance for a moment. This place was a town, yet it actually had walls. They were not especially high.

They looked to be piled from earth and stone. He had no idea how sturdy they were.

The old driver was about to leave when Li Banfeng said, "Take me into town and show me around."

The old man turned back. "I already brought you here. What's there to show?"

"I'll pay." Li Banfeng pulled out a banknote.

"This money..." The old man looked at the banknote. He truly wanted it, but after hesitating for a moment, he still shook his head. "You'd better hire someone after you get into town."

Li Banfeng frowned. "You don't want to earn this money?"

"What are you talking about? Who doesn't want to make money? The key is, if I go in with you, it's not worth it for you. My carriage and horse both have to pay tolls. Including me, that's fifteen dollars altogether. Going in and coming out makes thirty. Why put yourself through that?

"Find someone in town. You'll save those thirty dollars. You could eat, drink, do whatever you want with it."

"Do I look like I'm short thirty dollars? I'm not changing people. Just come with me." Li Banfeng stuffed the banknote onto the old man's carriage.

The old man took the banknote down and waved his hand. "First figure out how much money that is. I don't have enough change for you."

"No need for change. It's all yours."

When they reached the city