Chapter Nine No Regrets

  Wang Tong didn't care how many there were, and put them all into the bamboo basket. He helped up the old woman who had been frightened silly, and said in a gentle tone:

  "Auntie, take the money and go back, don't come this way for a few days, hurry up, hurry up!!"

  The wife stared at the silver and copper coins in the basket, speechless, until Wang Tong urged her a few more times. She then came to her senses, knelt down on the ground, and tearfully said:

  "What a good man, what a good man... The old lady here doesn't dare to come over... If it weren't for Master's instructions, the old lady would definitely set up a longevity tablet for you when she returns..."

  Today, this old woman has encountered too many things, but in the end, it's still okay. Especially when she saw the silver and copper coins in the bamboo basket, selling half a year's worth of rice cakes might not even earn her that much. Wang Tong's age could be her grandson, it's not excessive. But this little Jin Yiwei is now like a living Buddha to him.

  Overjoyed and grief-stricken, the old woman's words were incoherent. After calming down, Wang Tong was worried about what to do next, so he comforted the old woman a few times before sending her away.

  Two rascals plus Zhao Guotang, although they were beaten up badly, but all of them only suffered flesh wounds. By the time Wang Tong and the old woman finished talking, several people had recovered a lot, but no one dared to get up.

  Wang Tong sat directly on the threshold of the teahouse, watching the old woman leave the street until three people couldn't catch up even if they wanted to.

  Lunchtime was almost over, and the pedestrians on the road increased again. However, people who came to this side had to detour, seeing a Jin Yiwei standing at the entrance of the teahouse in a majestic manner. Three people were lying down in front of the door, not to mention that the people inside did not dare to come out, and passersby did not dare to approach either.

  Thought of several ways out, but none are very realistic. As a person with little power and influence, I estimate that Tian Baihu will spare me from punishment due to our past relationship, but being expelled from the Brocade Guard is unavoidable.

  When the time comes, take the silver and leave. Once you're out of the capital city, with hundreds of years of experience and knowledge ahead of your time, even if it's not very useful, who knows, maybe you can still make a name for yourself.

  Now worried about what to do, Wang Tong thought through the joints, smiled and stood up to walk home. Those three people who had recovered a bit saw him stand up and immediately lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

  Isn't it just a pastry vendor, must you use such excessive force, now every part of my body hurts, all battered and bruised.

  Wang Tong ignored the three dead dogs on the ground and went home directly.

  It wasn't until then that the teahouse owner and several apprentices cautiously walked out of the door. The owner first stared at Wang Tong's back, then disdainfully glanced at Zhao Guotang and the other two before putting on a smile and hastily running over to offer his assistance.

  "Lord Zhao, you..."

  As he walked down the street, pedestrians still scattered to avoid him, but the shopkeepers and apprentices, even familiar customers, all knew what had happened at noon. Many people saw it with their own eyes and didn't dare underestimate this young Jin Yiwei. Not only was his move ruthless and fierce, but he also did something heroic and righteous, which was truly impressive.

  Such a person is a resident of this street. After Xiao Qi Wang Li went, did everyone become somewhat cold and slow to the royal family?

  When Wang Tong entered the house, Zhao Guozhen was already seated in the teahouse, carefully wiping the blood from his face with a hot towel. Every time he touched the wound, it hurt so much that he gritted his teeth. He could feel that the usually respectful staff of the teahouse seemed to be somewhat slow this time.

  Lost the adults! Zhao Guotang gritted his teeth in anger and roared:

  "You little rabbit, Zhao Ye has a score to settle with you!!"

  However, this loud voice was not very big, and people outside the door did not hear clearly.

  Since he had caused such a situation, Wang Tong was not prepared to go back on duty in the afternoon. After simply eating a few mouthfuls of lunch, he took the oilcloth and divided all the silver at home into two portions. One portion was 50 taels, which he intended to give to Widow Ma next door. The other portion was 350 taels, which he picked up and buried in a secret place in the courtyard.

  The rest of the scattered silver and firearms were all loaded on their bodies. If they opened fire on the spot tomorrow, the other side would immediately retaliate, and there might not be time to come back for the silver, so they could only run towards the city first and wait for an opportunity to return for the silver.

  The widow Ma helped him so much during his father's funeral, and this kindness must be repaid. Moreover, the widow Ma's son is raising horses for others outside the city, barely making a living, and the widow Ma herself has to rely on sewing clothes to earn some food, it's not easy at all, these fifty taels of silver are very useful.

  Unexpectedly, when the silver was sent over, it scared Widow Ma instead, saying "Neighbors should help each other, how can you give so much silver? Take it back quickly". Wang Tong had to persuade her repeatedly before Widow Ma finally kept ten taels of silver.

  Everything is ready, calm down, Wang Tong was sulking in the house, even when he was scolded by customers in modern times, he would smile and respond with a gentle attitude. When seeing some unfair things on the road, he would also lower his head and pass by, which can be considered as a qualified social person who is tolerant and can endure. Why is he so violent today?

  In his past life, he was cautious and careful, but still died a lonely death in bed. Reborn into this new life, perhaps deep down, he didn't want to live with such regret again.

  Besides, for these twelve years, I have been living as a child, so I have more or less formed the habits of a child. And how can a child weigh the pros and cons and be tolerant?

  "It's better to just get it over with. If I don't, I'll be letting myself down even more." Wang Tong thought this and then fell fast asleep.

  Waking up early had become a habit, Wang Tong carefully put the silver, fire lance and the Jin Yiwei's credentials into his bag, tied it to his body, then put on his flying fish garment.

  Everything must be done to prevent, Wang Tong realized more and more clearly after his father's death that although this era has laws, it is not a society ruled by law, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and people's names and safety can't get any guarantee. In such cases, being cautious and on guard is always right.

  Having worries, got up early, despite being busy for half a day, when going out it was almost the same as yesterday. As winter approaches, the sky in Beijing is particularly late, and now it's just dawn.

  When I came out of the house, people on the street were all apprentices from various shops, doing things like opening doors, sweeping, buying breakfast for the boss and the master, preparing goods, etc., all had to get up early in the morning to be busy.

  Wang Tong passed by the cloth shop closest to his home, and the two apprentices who were sweeping saw him coming over. They immediately stopped their work, bowed respectfully, and politely said:

  "Your Excellency Wang, this is a valuable trip, it's really tiring..."

  Yesterday, they just stepped back a few steps, how come today they're so polite? Wang Tong nodded in confusion and continued on his way. Just ahead was the Heart Paving Teahouse, where the hanging stove inside had already been lit, and the aroma of roasted pastries wafted out.

  The shopkeeper who was wiping the counter saw Wang Tong passing by outside, and hastily ordered his assistant to pack a few pieces of freshly baked pastries, then ran out after him.

  "Master Wang, Master Wang, these are freshly baked minced meat pastry from our small shop. It's early in the morning, eating a piece can fill your stomach and dispel the cold air."

  Thank you everyone