Watching Black Wolf leave, Mo Yun hefted the cloth bag in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled upward.
"The hundred and sixty taels here, plus the hundred and twenty I had left, makes two hundred and eighty..."
He had spent eighty-five taels on pills last time, leaving him with a hundred and twenty. With today's hundred and sixty, that made two hundred and eighty.
"And Black Wolf still owes me thirty taels in payment. That'll put me over three hundred!"
Three hundred taels.
That number instantly lifted Mo Yun's spirits.
A third-class guard earned only three taels of silver a month, just thirty-six a year.
Three hundred taels was roughly what he would have saved over eight or nine years as a manor guard without spending a penny on food or drink.
And now he had it all at once.
"Enough to let me cultivate without worries for a good while."
At least for the next three or four months, he would no longer need to worry about silver when buying pills.
In this world, you could barely move an inch without money, and that was doubly true for martial training.
"Poor men study; rich men train" was no empty saying. His monthly pill expenses alone already reached eighty-five taels. Without this windfall, he would soon have been tugging at his lapels only to expose his elbows.
"Back to training!"
Mo Yun carefully put away the cloth bag and returned to the center of the courtyard.
He took a deep breath, sensing the medicinal potency that had yet to fully dissolve flowing slowly through his meridians, then assumed the stance of the Nameless Fist Technique and began practicing.
His fists rose and fell.
The wind of his punches whistled through the courtyard, sending fallen leaves rustling across