Saving Grandpa

"What's wrong with that charlatan!?"

Master San Nong curiously leaned over.

He had no idea what the charlatan had just divined to make him wear a smile uglier than if his parents had died.

"Forget the charlatan!"

Ren Huan said, "His Majesty is about to head southwest. I suspect saving Grandpa is just an excuse—he really wants to gobble up our share."

"Exactly!!"

Mu Xiu immediately perked up.

They had agreed that their money would be returned in full, while the aristocratic clans' money would be split thirty-seventy.

But several days had passed without any sign of a payout. It was obvious they wanted to make them work for free and swallow their share, too.

"Your perspective is too narrow!"

Master San Nong pressed his palms together. "To His Majesty, we're like dust on the ground, utterly unremarkable where we lie. Only when His Majesty passes and stirs up the wind can we take flight."

"Master, you mean..."

Qian Jun and Wan Ma exchanged glances, then asked for clarification. "We're incredibly lucky to have landed on His Majesty's shoe and to be able to follow him for a while. This is a heaven-sent opportunity, the kind that makes smoke rise from our ancestors' graves!?"

"What dust? What shoe!?"

Ren Huan furrowed his brows and asked, baffled, "What on earth are you two talking about!?"

"Master, I understand now!!"

Mu Xiu pondered it carefully, then suddenly saw the light. "My perspective really was too narrow. A lifetime of struggle for an ordinary person can't compare to a single sentence from His Majesty: 'I'll leave this matter to you.'"

"Amitabha!"

Master San Nong pressed his palms together, smiling with satisfaction.

Big brother!

Could you speak like a normal person for once?

Should they demand the money or not!?

Ren Huan was completely