After packing up the tea leaves, Fang Yue left the shop.
As for why he had not haggled, it was because in this era, most ordinary shops that could stay open did so because they had a decent reputation.
People placed great importance on reputation at this time. If a shop cheated its customers and word got out, its good name would collapse, and business would become difficult.
Since coming to ancient times, Fang Yue had been deeply struck by the simple, honest customs of this world.
Not long after leaving the shop, Fang Yue arrived at the White Tiger Martial Arts School.
The doorman had been replaced this time, but he was also an "old acquaintance"—the very man who had been guarding the gate when Fang Yue had first come to the school with Fang Hu. By seniority, he counted as an "uncle."
However, although this man was of the same generation of disciples as Fang Hu, his martial arts were poor. Already in his thirties, he was still only at Skin Tempering. His achievements in life would go no further than that.
Thus, a formal disciple of a martial arts school had fallen so low as to guard the gates.
Later, Fang Yue had heard that the man had returned to the countryside.
He had not expected that, after two years apart, the man had returned to the city and was once again guarding the gate here.
"Heh heh, isn't this that Fang-whatever who came with Fang Hu? Sorry, the side gate is broken today. Please use the back entrance."
Though nearly two years had passed, the man still remembered Fang Yue.
Yet he remained as discourteous toward Fang Yue as he had been upon their first meeting.
Or rather, he had taken the disrespect he held for