Chapter 45 Bringing Goods
Xiao Laoer knew from the beginning that Old Man Yu treated Chaosheng differently, and he had secretly wiped away tears. But before Old Man Yu died, he told him to protect Yu Chaosheng no matter what, because the wandering Taoist priest said that Yu Chaosheng had a precious destiny and was not an ordinary person. When the time comes, he will take the right path.

He just thought it was outrageous at the time. Yu Chaosheng was certainly not an ordinary person, because he was a well-known rogue in the area, self-righteous and idle.

But after Yu Chaosheng got married, he seemed to have become a completely different person. Add to that what Yu Chaosheng just said...

It’s exactly what his father said before he died!

Xiao Wang was also very shocked. Yu Lao Er had complained to him before, and she knew something about this matter. She didn't expect it to be true! It was simply unbelievable!
Zhao lowered her eyes. The reason why she was willing to marry Pan Yingying to Yu Chaosheng was because of a wandering Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest was none other than the elusive Taoist Qingyun who served under the command of the former crown prince.

When the little princess was born, Taoist Qingyun appeared once. He predicted the little princess' fate, saying that the little princess would not live past the age of twenty, unless she could marry the first man who came to propose marriage. Then her fate star would return to its place, and she would not only live a hundred years, but might even complete the unfinished cause of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Zhao waited and waited, but until Pan Yingying turned 17, no one dared to come to the Pan family to propose marriage.

She was extremely anxious. Just when she wanted to contact the Dragon Shadow Guards and ask them to look for Taoist Qingyun, Old Man Yu arrived, dragging his seriously ill body.

This led to the marriage between Yu Chaosheng, a gangster from Taoyuan Village, and Pan Yingying, the evil flower from Panjiaao.

The others present suddenly realized what was going on. No wonder Old Man Yu spoiled Yu Chaosheng so much.

Looking at the calm expressions of Old Man Pan and Mrs. Zhao, I guess they also knew it.

Old man Wang narrowed his eyes. He had been to the battlefield and did not believe in ghosts or gods. However, the fact that he was able to retrieve water every time made him doubtful.

After Yu Chaosheng finished telling the story they had made up, he secretly winked at Pan Yingying.

Pan Yingying understood what he meant and raised her hand lightly, and a palm-sized night market lantern appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She flipped a switch and the night market lights came on.

The light stunned everyone.

"What is...what is that?" Xiao Wang exclaimed.

Then Pan Yingying waved her left hand, and a wooden barrel full of water, a 20-jin bag of rice, and a pile of black dirt of unknown origin appeared on the ground.

Yu Chaosheng clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

"This is what Yingying and I got in exchange with the upper world using our own silver. We will treat everyone to sweet potato porridge tonight! You will be full!"

Everyone exclaimed again, but no one was the kind of person who was greedy for petty gains. They had already gained too many benefits from following Yu Chaosheng and Pan Yingying, so they refused repeatedly, "How can we let you spend your own money? We will pay for it."

Yu Chaosheng smiled and waved his hand to stop him. "We have been together for a long time and we are like a family. Yingying and I will treat you to this meal. It is to celebrate our return to our positions."

Everyone applauded, with Old Man Wang and Old Man Yu clapping the loudest.

While the women were taking the ingredients to make sweet potato porridge, the men surrounded Yu Chaosheng from a distance. Pan Lian took the opportunity to get close to Pan Yingying.

"Aunt, are you really a fairy from heaven?" He scratched the back of his head with a silly smile on his face.

Pan Yingying handed the night market lights to a few curious children and asked them to take a look.

Yu Chun'er held the lamp carefully, and the children stared at it eagerly, not daring to touch it.

"That's great. Mr. Lin will be able to teach us more words at night from now on." Yu Chun'er said with a smile.

My aunt said that once she knows enough words, she would let her read medical books from the upper world.

Lin Xiao'e didn't say anything, she just secretly watched Pan Yingying talking to Pan Lian in a low voice. She was right, the girl was able to rescue her from the den of thieves and take out so much gunpowder, she must be a goddess descended to earth.

Pan Yingying weighed the change in her hand and confirmed with Pan Lian again, "Does my second sister-in-law really agree?"

Pan Lian nodded vigorously. "I agree. This is my own money. Mother asked me to handle it myself."

He had been coveting the big knife for a long time, and Liu Juhua knew it.

"Okay." Pan Yingying spread her hands and closed her eyes.

After a few breaths, the broken silver in the fair palm disappeared, and then a shiny broadsword appeared, shining coldly under the light of the night market ball.

"You have more money, so I changed it to a more powerful knife for you. Do you like it? If not, I will change it back." Pan Yingying handed the knife to Pan Lian who was stunned.

Pan Lian took the knife, his eyes sparkling, "I like it! I want this one, little aunt! This is the knife of my dreams!"

The little ones all exclaimed "Wow" in unison, and stopped looking at the lights, and went to look at Pan Lian's sword.

When the adults heard the noise, they turned around and saw the majestic sword at a glance.

Pan Dayin ran over quickly and snatched the knife from Pan Lian's hand, "Good son! Thank you for your filial piety!"

Pan Lian was so anxious that he jumped up and down, "Dad! Dad! This is the sword I made with the gods! It's my own sword!"

The onlookers laughed in good faith. Yu Chaosheng did not come over. He was called over to explain how the sweet potatoes were cooked.

The noise they made was too loud, which attracted the attention of the group of fugitives behind them.

Liang Ye was curious, so he ran over to join in the fun. As soon as he arrived, he saw the knife in Pan Dayin's hand.

Wow! The knives in the hands of the Royal Guards don’t look that good. Where did these people get them?

When Yu Chaosheng came back from explaining how to cook sweet potatoes, he happened to meet Liang Ye, who hurriedly pulled him aside.

"Brother Chaosheng, your knife..." He pointed at Pan Dayin.

Yu Chaosheng rolled his eyes and coughed lightly, "20 taels of silver a handful, how much does Captain Liang want? We don't have many left."

Liang Ye stared with his eyes wide open, unable to believe it. "Such a good knife is only 20 taels?"

Yu Chaosheng choked. He and Pan Yingying would both make 20 taels if the price was 50 taels. Is that cheap? If he had known, he would have quoted taels!

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the price in the mall was 10 taels, but Pan Yingying quoted him 15 taels. If he sold one, he could get taels, and Pan Yingying could get more than taels.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Yu Chaosheng himself knew that he was a clinger and Pan Yingying must not have quoted the real price. He just didn't expect that Pan Yingying, a profiteer, would be so dark.

Liang Ye held up three fingers without hesitation, "I want 30."

There are a total of thirty constables, and each of them must be equipped with a rifle, so that safety can be better guaranteed along the way.

When we return, this knife can be passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom.

Yu Chaosheng pretended to be embarrassed, "Captain Liang...this is too much...I can only take out 20 at most."

Liang Ye sighed deeply, "Brother Chaosheng, I am in a difficult situation! What worries me is not the lack of wealth but the inequality. This..."

(End of this chapter)