The frail scholar's face flushed red.
"Hey, shopkeeper, I'll pay for him."
Seeing someone step in and receiving the money, the shopkeeper finally let go.
"Heh heh, Scholar, don't try to fool people with this stuff next time."
"Pah, I thought there'd be a good show."
"Let's go, let's go."
"Many thanks, Brother, for coming to my aid. Such great kindness and virtue are beyond repayment..."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Lu Qing cut him off. Now it was his turn to make a "righteous" move. There was certainly some consideration behind it, yet it was also something Lu Qing had never been inclined to do.
"Scholar, where did you exchange that money?"
Lu Qing stopped the young scholar before he could launch into more of his literary prattle about having no way to repay him.
He had only just arrived here and had already encountered such a strange matter. Seeing that paper money, Lu Qing knew there had to be a story behind it. What he needed now were stories; he had yet to walk every corner of the Mortal World, and certain reflections and insights were merely filling in the outlines within his heart.
The scholar straightened his robes and cap, then gave him an address.
"I exchanged it over at the Lin Family Money House."
Lin Family Money House.
"Honored guest, are you here to deposit money?"
When he saw Lu Qing enter, the proprietor came forward with a beaming smile.
The Lin Family Money House stood in a corner of the city's south side. After learning its address from that unlucky scholar, Lu Qing had headed over.
The Capital City was vast, but Lu Qing was no longer a weak and powerless man trudging beneath a burden. A couple of steps, and he was there.
"Proprietor, I heard