Harvest

When she heard the bounty was three hundred taels, Shi Lan couldn't help frowning.

Why was it so little?

But someone worth only three hundred taels probably wasn't anybody important. It seemed the martial artists of this world were not to be underestimated.

What she had heard from Old Hong—that the strongest could take on no more than a hundred men—was apparently inaccurate.

Seeing Shi Lan deep in thought, the man sprawled on the ground managed to soothe his injured heart meridian and then spilled his entire story like beans from a bamboo tube.

The wanted poster was posted in Qingzhou City, not far away. If he kept his mouth shut now, he would probably die for it. This woman could find out everything tomorrow anyway, so why bother?

Listening to the man's account, Shi Lan gained a general understanding of the two men.

The burly man was named Liu Anfeng. The one slumped beside the tree was called Shi Yi.

According to Liu Anfeng, the two of them were considered third-rate fighters in the martial world. They had once taken to banditry at a place called Tianshui Ridge, robbing passersby and demanding tolls from passing caravans. All in all, they had lived pretty carefree lives.

Then, during one of their robberies, they had accidentally seized a small batch of military funds that the Three Armies Commander of Yongnan Circuit had sent men to escort in disguise.

There were three thousand taels in all. At first, the two of them thought they'd struck it rich and happily hauled the silver back to their stronghold.

It was only after they unwrapped the silver and saw the official seal beneath the ingots that they realized they'd made a terrible mess.

The two hurriedly decided to flee, but their greed made them reluctant