Chapter 2

The man looked at the smiling young man in front of him and shivered involuntarily.

This young man looked so ordinary, but this smile made him feel uneasy! He had already said he wouldn't pay and was threatening him, yet the young man was still smiling so calmly. What did this young man rely on to be so calm?

No, what was he thinking!

The man shook his head and looked at the young man in front of him with a proud expression.

A country bumpkin, even if he didn't pay, what could he do to him? After all, he was a warrior! And he was a city dweller. In his heart, he felt a natural superiority over people like Lin Yiming.

"That's right! I just think you're easy to bully, you country bumpkin, what can you do!"

Lin Yiming continued to smile: "If you don't pay, it's not just me, but the whole village. This house was built by the uncles and aunts of the village, the tools I use for appraisal were bought with the villagers' money. This shop, every household in the village has a share. If you don't pay, you're bullying the entire village... Hehe, the consequences of that, I'm afraid you can't bear!"

Lin Yiming's smile was warm, but the man found it increasingly hateful and uncomfortable.

This damn country bumpkin actually dared to threaten him?

What was even worse was that he was actually a bit afraid... Thinking of this, the man was enraged and clenched his fists, waving them in front of Lin Yiming: "What can your whole village do? A bunch of country bumpkins, who can stop me!"

"You can try." Lin Yiming seemed to ignore the man's threat and continued slowly: "You're not the first to refuse to pay for an appraisal, and you won't be the last. But whether it's the ones from the past, you, or the ones in the future, as long as you don't pay, you won't be able to leave our village."

His harsh words, when spoken by him, had no anger, as if he was just stating a fact.

"Damn country bumpkin, trying to scare me?" The man suddenly reached behind him and pulled out a large knife with a "clang": "I'm a warrior, I won't pay, and I want to see who among you country bumpkins dares to stop me!"

Saying this, he grabbed the knife and turned to walk out.

"If you can leave today, I'll take your last name." Lin Yiming didn't stop him, turned to his appraisal table, and pulled a long rope.

"Clang... clang..."

Immediately, the sound of a heavy bell rang out.

"The bell has rung, Brother Ming is in trouble."

"Another person came to appraise and refused to pay, let's go."

"Anyone who wants to bully our village, let's go."

The bell sound spread throughout the village. Villagers who were resting at home, working in the fields, or tending to livestock, upon hearing the bell, grabbed their tools and ran to Lin Yiming's appraisal shop.

Outside the appraisal shop, the man, holding his knife, had just walked out of the door when three old farmers with hoes blocked his way.

"Ha, ha, laughable, you three old men want to stop me?" The man waved his knife in front of him, making a whistling sound.

"If you don't want me to cut off your heads and kick them like a ball, get out of my way!"

Just as he finished speaking, the man's eyes narrowed. Six more old farmers appeared in his line of sight, and these three farmers were holding sickles, not hoes.

Nine old farmers, with sickles in hand, this was a bit troublesome. Even as a warrior, he could be injured if he wasn't careful.

The man quickly assessed the strength of both sides. Just as he was considering how to use his aura to scare these country bumpkins away, more farmers appeared in his line of sight.

In the blink of an eye, the small road was crowded with villagers. These farmers, holding hoes, sickles, pitchforks, and shovels, surrounded him.

He even saw four or five villagers holding crossbows in the crowd.

Crossbows, those were weapons that could threaten his life!

What a large formation!

The man was frightened. Turning his head, he saw Lin Yiming slowly walking out of the appraisal shop. He quickly threw his knife and waved his hands at Lin Yiming: "Brother... don't fight, don't fight, let's talk! I was just joking, one hundred taels of silver, I'll pay, I'll pay!"

"Talk? You didn't listen when I talked to you nicely just now. Now you regret it, it's too late!"

As Lin Yiming spoke, a huge net, like a fishing net, fell from the sky, enveloping the man.

This was a special net he had prepared to deal with warriors who refused to pay after an appraisal. The ropes of the net were made from the bark of old trees and vines over ten years old, and had been soaked in oil, making them extremely tough. Even a regular warrior couldn't break them.

"Villagers, he won't pay us, beat him!"

Someone shouted, and the villagers rushed forward, surrounding the man and beating him.

"Don't beat me, don't beat me, I'll pay, I'll pay."

The man, trapped in the net, couldn't protect his head with his hands and could only be beaten by the villagers. These villagers, who worked hard all year, were much stronger than city dwellers, and even as a warrior, he couldn't withstand it.

Feeling around his waist, the man finally grabbed his money bag and threw it out, shouting: "Stop, I'll pay, I'll give you all my money, please stop."

Hearing that the man had paid, the villagers stopped. The man, at this moment, finally struggled to lift the net off his body, stood up, and ran out of the village.

By this time, his face was bruised and swollen, and his body, which was dressed in tight-fitting clothes, was torn into strips, exposing half of his buttocks.

The man didn't care about these things and ran out of the village. But after just a few steps, there was a "thud," and a bundle fell from his body. Inside the bundle was the treasure he had come to appraise today.

But at this moment, he didn't care about the treasure and fled without looking back. These damn country bumpkins were too ruthless, aiming for his lower body. Even as a warrior, he couldn't withstand it...

However, the villagers didn't intend to catch the man. Lin Yiming picked up the silver coins the man had dropped, weighed them in his hand, and opened the bag.

"I didn't expect this man to be so wealthy. There are two hundred taels of silver here. We've made a profit this time."

Lin Yiming was about to distribute one hundred taels of silver when Xiaohu'er came over with the bundle the man had dropped: "Brother Ming, this is something someone dropped, take it quickly."

"Alright, I'll keep it for now. When we go to the city in a few days, we'll sell it and divide the money." Lin Yiming took the bundle.

"Divide the money?"

"Right, Brother Ming, you can keep it."

"Brother Ming, you opened this appraisal shop, and we've benefited a lot. We don't have to do anything, and the whole village can share half the profits. How can we take this and divide the money?"

As Lin Yiming spoke, the villagers started chattering.

"Brother Ming is really capable. Just one appraisal, and he made two hundred taels of silver. We can share one hundred taels. That's enough to buy fifty oxen."

"Right, I heard that even in big cities, one hundred taels of silver can support a family of five for three to five years."

"Brother Ming is really skilled. I heard that even the appraisers in the city couldn't identify that thing, but Brother Ming could."

Listening to the villagers' comments, Lin Yiming felt deeply moved. Home is still the best!