Li Ping'an and Old Ox were working up a storm, completely oblivious to the murderous figure behind them.
"What are you doing?"
Li Ping'an and Old Ox leaped three feet into the air and turned around.
Qingfeng stood behind them, looking as though he had a red-eye effect switched on.
"Uh... I was... admiring the moon~"
"I think you were making medicine! You counterfeit medicine peddler, caught red-handed with the goods!"
Old Ox quietly reached for the brick tucked against his chest.
What now? Should we take him down?
Li Ping'an gestured to Old Ox not to act rashly.
He worked himself into the right emotional state before saying, "Elder Qingfeng, you know my family situation.
"I have an eighty-year-old ox to support, along with flocks of chickens and ducks. If I don't earn some money, I can't feed the family."
Qingfeng waved a hand. "Enough, enough. Quit feeding me that bull."
Qingfeng sized him up again. "Who would've thought a kid like you had a knack for this!"
Li Ping'an smiled modestly. "Compared with you, Elder Qingfeng, these are just a few paltry tricks."
"Don't flatter me. Do you realize you've seriously violated the rules?"
"I'll reflect on my mistakes!"
"Is reflecting on your mistakes the point?"
"I'm guilty!"
"Is that the point?"
"I deserve to die?"
"Would that solve the problem?"
Li Ping'an said, "Then...?"
Qingfeng declared with righteous indignation, "You're making money without letting me in on it!"
Li Ping'an: ...
Qingfeng said, "Look, the downstream end of your production chain is very well developed, but you're missing something crucial."
"What?"
"A protective umbrella!" Qingfeng slapped his thigh. "What can you accomplish these days without a protective umbrella?"
"You've hit the nail on the head."
Li Ping'an nodded knowingly and handed over a Storage Ring.
"Elder, I