"Eat, eat, eat! That's all you ever think about!" Fang Yun called downstairs as he spoke. "Waiter, another full round."
The braised meat shop's waiter came thundering up to the second floor, bent slightly at the waist, and asked, "Young master, what do you mean by another full round?"
"Bring another serving of everything you brought before. Take the money out of this." Fang Yun tossed him a small silver ingot as he spoke.
The waiter hurriedly caught it. A gentle squeeze told him it was genuine silver, and his face blossomed with delight. "Please wait a moment, young masters. I'll bring the dishes right away!" As he went downstairs, he thought, This young master really is something. He could tell I was worried he couldn't pay, and tossed me the silver before I even had to ask.
Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun, whose tongue was sharp as a knife but whose heart was soft as tofu, and chuckled. He stuck out his little tongue to lick his lips, his eyes shining as he prepared for another feast.
Just then, someone downstairs began discussing the scourge of the Barbarian Race, and Fang Yun listened closely.
After several incognito visits, Fang Yun had discovered that the people of Ning'an County generally held little hope for the future. But their families had lived here for generations. If they moved elsewhere, they would have no farmland, and if they failed to find a suitable livelihood, their lives might be even worse than they were now. Better to take one step at a time and flee only when they truly could no longer withstand the Barbarian Race.
There were also some who held no hope for the Jing Kingdom but placed their hopes in the Sacred Academy, believing it would surely send people