A Small Temple, Yet Fierce Demon Winds

"Little Cao, take these thousand Federal Currency first." As the village chief spoke, he tried to stuff the money into Lu Xingshi's arms. "There's something I want to discuss with you."

Lu Xingshi was somewhat puzzled, but he did not accept the money.

He was not particularly familiar with this village chief. After all, he had merely replaced Cao Wan.

As for the original Cao Wan, he had starved to death long ago. Lu Xingshi had not done it.

"Go ahead, village chief. I'll help if I can," Lu Xingshi asked cautiously. A thousand Federal Currency had once been less than pocket change to him, but deep in these mountains, it was already a considerable sum.

After all, the Cao Wan Lu Xingshi had replaced had never seen a full thousand Federal Currency despite being this old.

"Then I'll say it." The village chief placed the money on the table. "I know you get good grades, Little Cao. Not to exaggerate, but getting into an academy shouldn't be much of a problem for you."

"But with your family situation, even if you get in, could you really afford to attend?"

"How about this? You take the exam, then let my grandson attend the academy. These thousand Federal Currency will be your compensation."

Upon hearing that, Lu Xingshi's first reaction was, Are you kidding me? Cao Wan's grades were indeed as good as the man said, but what was the point of buying them? This was not some item that could be bought just because he said so.

"Village chief, that doesn't seem appropriate. They'll check identification documents. If I take the exam in your grandson's place, we'll be exposed," Lu Xingshi said tactfully.

He knew the village chief's grandson. The two looked completely different. Cao Wan was tall and skinny,