“Su Yi, you’re horrible!” Nan Ying froze for a moment, then gnashed her teeth, flung the drumstick into the dirt, and charged out of the courtyard. She ran off in a panic.

When Su Yi turned back around, he saw the moldy, shriveled drumstick and recalled how infatuated he’d once been with that woman.

He was speechless. But then, who dared say they hadn’t encountered this sort of debased woman in their youth?

Su Yi shook his head, then returned to his room and began taking inventory of his gains.

Eighteen ten-thousand-tael notes lay sprawled across his desk, as well as three spiritual medicines, a secret tome containing a peak yellow-grade martial art, three stalks of Bluejade Spirit Bamboo, and a Spirit Bamboo Shoot.

It was fair to say that this time, his harvest was enormous.

Unfortunately, although this was an ample supply of silver, it wasn’t of much interest to Su Yi anymore.

To the best of his knowledge, you actually could buy certain spiritual medicines with silver in the prefectural capital.

But they were ordinary spiritual medicines, and they were absurdly expensive.

For instance, the lowest class of spiritual medicines, tier-one medicines, went for as much as thirty thousand taels of silver!

Second-tier medicines went for around...