Ever since that school of salted fish had arrived at the inn, business had never been a worry again.
Before daybreak, the layabouts were already waiting outside for Yang Ge to open the doors so they could have their morning tea.
Not until the moon rose above the treetops did they leave in twos and threes, walking home by moonlight.
And whether the skies were clear or rainy, they arrived punctually, come wind or storm.
They had actually forced Yang Ge, the illustrious head proprietor of the Welcome Inn, into becoming a miserable wage slave working eight to nine.
Several times, they had annoyed him so much that he wanted to shut the doors and unleash Little Yellow on the bastards...
What left him even more speechless was that, after Li Qing moved into the Welcome Inn, the number of martial wanderers pouring in one after another rose to a whole new level.
Not every martial wanderer was a salted-fish layabout, of course.
But even if only one in a hundred was, with so many wanderers arriving, there were still plenty of them.
Dozens upon dozens of salted fish-old and young, men and women, righteous and wicked, poor and rich, from north and south... it was as though salted fish possessed some strange attraction to one another. Any salted fish who entered the inn simply lost the ability to leave.
And precisely because there were more and more of them, the more normal martial wanderers could hardly get a word in.
Whatever they said, the salted fish responded with, "Oh, yes, yes, yes," or, "Oh, right, right, right."
On top of that, Yang Ge and Li Qing, the two men everyone had come to see, mostly treated these wanderers with their assorted agendas as thin air, making it hard for