Before Nie Qianyu could speak, Xiao Juzi beside her laughed. "Young Master Ren, you are too polite. If you came to our valley, would the master not empty out the whole valley's stores for you? Rest assured—never mind letting you look at some herbs; even if you wanted to cut them all down and weave yourself a grass hat, that would be fine."
Nie Qianyu was a little shy and did not dare answer. Zhang Xiaohua rubbed his nose and said, "Could it be that Xiao Juzi wants to use herbs to put a high hat on me? Then I refuse."
Then he changed the subject and asked, "Little Fish, you have always considered yourself clever. Do you know what those two spoiled young masters from Jianghu gangs are going to Mochou City for?"
Nie Qianyu covered her mouth and laughed. "Brother Ren, you flatter me excessively. When it comes to wisdom, how could this little woman compare to Young Hero Ren, who possesses both intelligence and courage?"
Yet there was some pride and some delight in her words, and autumn waves shimmered in her eyes.
Zhang Xiaohua had meant to change the subject, but seeing Nie Qianyu say this as well, he could only say, "Their clothes were bright and splendid, and they brought gifts. I suppose they were going to pay a visit to some elder?"
Xiao Juzi laughed. "I think they might be going gambling."
Zhang Xiaohua and Nie Qianyu were astonished. "How could you tell?"
Xiao Juzi said, "If they were visiting an elder, they would never use their gifts as gambling stakes over some trivial reason. Only if those gifts were originally meant as stakes would they be so unstinting. Losing them here is losing them, and losing them in Mochou City is losing them