Chapter 100

It was another Mid-Autumn Festival, but unfortunately, this year the bright and clear full moon in the sky could not be seen, only torrential rain and a dim, misty sky.

From the Grand Canal, they sailed northward, reaching a tributary of the Yellow River. The fleet found a river mouth and temporarily docked there.

A delicate figure was hidden under a thick raincoat, with only a small part of her exquisite face visible under the bamboo hat. She reached out to catch some rain, but her hand, Lan Xin'er's hand, remained stiff for a long time.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva..."

A member of the Maitreya Sect approached nervously to report, but stopped short of speaking.

Lan Xin'er slightly turned her face and glanced at the person, saying nothing, waiting for more.

"Most of it... is gone!," the Maitreya Sect member gritted his teeth and explained clearly: "The money on the tax ship, most of it is gone! Only... only a few bags... less than 100,000 taels of silver remain."

Lan Xin'er withdrew her cold hand into the raincoat, turned around, and her face was expressionless, as if she had expected it.

Seeing this, the Maitreya Sect member couldn't help but speculate: "I think... it must be that the water level of the Grand Canal rose sharply, causing the ship to jolt and lose the money..."

"Shut up."

Lan Xin'er squatted down, her tone calm as she spoke two words.

In the cold rain, the Maitreya Sect member, seeing the cold eyes under the bamboo hat, immediately trembled and fell silent like a cicada in winter.

"Tap tap... tap tap..."

Her slender fingers tapped continuously inside the raincoat, while Lan Xin'er closed her eyes.

Gone? Copper coins are heavy; how could they be lost due to the water flow? The only person capable and likely to find the tax ship is—Wu Fan! Wu Fan! It's him again! It's him!

The people who appeared with him that day... Shan Xiongxin, the leader of the Seven Prefectures' Green Forest, Zimi Tianwang Xiong Kuo Hai, and Wagon Fort's Zhai Rang... tsk tsk! Not easy to deal with!

Wu Zhao... that villain is also approaching the Xingyang area...

After much thought, Lan Xin'er opened her eyes, stood up, and said, "Let's go! We'll leave here and head north to Yan!"

The Maitreya Sect member was stunned for a moment, then asked in shock, "Guanyin Bodhisattva, just... just like this... give up? We..."

Under Lan Xin'er's gaze, the Maitreya Sect member's voice grew lower and lower until he bowed his head and fell silent.

Lan Xin'er glanced in the direction of Xingyang City, turned without looking back, and left a message, "If you are unwilling, stay and help those fools from the north!"

"Understood!"

The Maitreya Sect member quickly responded.

...

Inside Xingyang City.

On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, it was especially hard to be happy when a family member had just died, and the weather was terrible with heavy rain.

Wu Fan was serving food and meat to the two younger ones, Tong Ying and Tong Wu, while asking, "Tong Wei, I let him follow King Xiong Kuo Hai, he will surely become a capable person, and I don't need to worry! What about Tong Ying and Tong Wu? Study? Martial arts? What do you think?"

Tong Rui was tidying up things in the room and said, "Didn't your sister-in-law want them to study before?"

Wu Fan clicked his tongue and looked at the slightly older Tong Ying, asking, "Is studying better or martial arts?"

Tong Ying's eyes were still red and swollen, having just lost both parents. He looked up at Wu Fan, confused about what Wu Fan meant.

Wu Fan tapped his head and said, "Just studying is not enough, it makes you a bookworm. Just martial arts is not enough, it makes you a brute! You need to study and practice martial arts! Both are good!" He turned and said, "Tomorrow, find a good school for them in Xingyang City and take good care of them, treat them like your own children! Don't let anything happen, or I won't be able to face my brother and sister-in-law in heaven! Understand?"

Tong Rui finished her work, wiped her hands on her apron, and nodded, "I know! I'm their aunt! Not a stepmother! How could I mistreat them?"

"Sit down and eat!"

Wu Fan made some space and gestured for Tong Rui to sit.

In the empire, it was a custom that women stood while eating, and they were not allowed to sit at the table unless they were elderly.

Tong Rui walked over but still stood, not sitting.

From her expression, the stubborn and strong-willed Tong Rui was already very tired, she was exhausted.

Wu Fan reached out and pulled Tong Rui, making her sit down, and said, "It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's not follow those rules! Sit and eat!"

Tong Rui nodded silently, completely losing her former spunk, feeling much more gentle. The contrast was like that of a tigress and a lamb.

No one was bickering, and Wu Fan felt a bit bored, so he suddenly asked, "Last time you drove away Hu Che'er, this time when Shan Xiongxin and the others came, why didn't you act?" He blinked and asked curiously, "Not! I've never figured out why you attacked Hu Che'er back then. Why?"

Tong Rui put down her chopsticks and looked at Wu Fan, slowly saying, "Do you want to start a fight?"

Wu Fan raised his eyebrows and pouted, determined to get to the bottom of it.

Tong Rui couldn't resist Wu Fan and, after a long time, said, "There are two reasons. One is that for several months, the salary you brought home was very little, so little that it was abnormal. I... I thought you were keeping a woman outside."

Wu Fan blinked and asked, "Then?"

Tong Rui said irritably, "After seeing him, I knew you didn't keep a woman, but I thought all your salary was used to support him... Our family was struggling to make ends meet, and you brought such a big man home? How could we afford it?"

Wow!

Wu Fan finally understood, just as the saying goes—“When a man is poor, his will is short, and when a horse is thin, its hair is long!”

At that time, Tong Rui saw Hu Che'er's large build and thought he was a big eater. She also believed that Wu Fan's salary was so little because he was supporting Hu Che'er, so she was angry and acted crazy to make Hu Che'er leave.

When Hu Che'er first came, he probably had his own thoughts, wanting to confirm whether Wu Fan was deceiving him, so he left and never returned.

In short.

The whole situation was bizarre and left people speechless.

Feeling somewhat amused, Wu Fan sighed, reached out to examine the wound on Tong Rui's forehead, and said, "I brought you and your brother and sister-in-law's family here, originally intending to... get married and formalize our relationship. Sigh! Who would have thought this would happen!"

Pausing, Wu Fan looked into Tong Rui's eyes and said seriously, "I told you before, and I'll say it again now. Following me will be very dangerous in the future. If you regret it now and want to leave, it's still in time!"

After a long silence, Tong Rui said stiffly, "A wife follows her husband, whether he is a chicken, a dog, or a turtle, she follows him into the river!"

What!

Tong Rui's strength is probably this. Even if the family was so poor that they couldn't make ends meet, or even if Wu Fan was so poor that he was about to urinate blood, Tong Rui still faithfully followed Wu Fan and did not leave.

Wu Fan: "...", what a lousy metaphor!

"Tsk tsk!"

Clicking his tongue, Wu Fan put down his chopsticks, lay on the bed, and said lazily, "At the beginning of next year! We'll find a good day and get married. You're not young anymore, and if I don't formalize our relationship, the neighbors will start gossiping..."

Tong Rui glanced at Wu Fan, her face turning a bit red.

The rain.

Stopped at some point.

The clouds.

Gradually dispersed.

The moon.

Quietly revealed half its face.

Mid-Autumn Festival...

Shit! Can't forget the lottery!

Wu Fan suddenly sat up.

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PS2: Unconsciously, it's one chapter.

PS3: Thank you to Xiang Feng Ruo Shui for the 2-point small red packet, and to Wu Dang Shan for the 1-point small red packet. Thanks.

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