Ye Huang did not answer Iron Cloud's question immediately.
Even his daily routine was no different from usual.
When it was late in the morning, he opened the door and went to Uncle Kuan's residence to help Sister Yan and her son tidy up their belongings.
Yan Mansion was not bad. It was in a good location. There was no place more perfect than this place except for the fact that someone had died. Therefore, Ye Huang found a man who did not mind bloodshed to sell the house for Sister Yan.
However, by noon, everything had been packed up. A carriage stood quietly in front of the mansion.
Wang Yan stared blankly at the mansion where she had lived for several years, and tears welled up in her eyes unconsciously.
Xiao Yan was still not sensible. Only then did she realize that her father had disappeared and she was crying to find him.
Ye Huang pulled him into his arms and comforted him gently. His father had just gone to a faraway place to do some errands and would be back soon.
Fortunately, the child was used to spending less time with her father, so she easily believed this white lie. A smile quickly crept onto her tender face.
Because there were many new toys in front of him.
Children were easy to coax, but they would eventually learn the truth when they grew up.
Ye Huang's smile faded as he stared at the busy figure in the carriage.
Perhaps one day, this child would hate him for lying.
"Sister Yan, it's time to go."
Although he did not have the heart to do so, Ye Huang decided to stop Wang Yan's reminiscence. The longer the mother and daughter stayed, the more danger they would be in.
"Alright."
" Yes," Wang Yan replied gently. She stepped onto the carriage and lowered the curtain.
Ye Huang personally drove the carriage. With a light whip, the carriage started moving.
Iron Cloud looked at Ye Huang in confusion as he left the city gate to do something completely unrelated. He was confused as to what was going on.
……
It was not until the afternoon of the third day that Ye Huang came to eat and stepped into the city gate of Lingdong City.
Iron Cloud's gaze towards Ye Huang was no longer friendly.
He thought that Ye Huang was lying to him. It was already the third day, yet Ye Huang did not do anything.
He didn't go forward to ask, but wanted to wait until tomorrow.
He would not make things difficult for Ye Huang if there was no result tomorrow. However, he would definitely close his door and the path of the Embroidered Uniform Guards to the top to Ye Huang.
Iron Cloud did not like to be deceived.
Ye Huang, on the other hand, did two things as if he did not know Iron Cloud's anger at all.
Lingdong City, the original paper.
This was a dilapidated alley.
There was a ditch beside the road, and the sewage in the ditch was smelly.
Zang, broken, chaotic.
This was all there was to this place.
Lin Ji.
It was an ordinary name, but Ye Huang knew that he could get what he needed here.
"Old Lin, business has arrived."
Ye Huang walked in slowly and placed the notes from Kaiyuan Bank with a face value of 100 taels on the table with a smile.
Behind the table sat a middle-aged man who was focused on writing. He was very scholarly, his temples were white, and his body had a hint of vicissitudes.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he focused on the work at hand.
Ye Huang did not disturb them. He kept smiling and waited with his hands behind his back.
Being serious was a trait that a capable person should have, and patience was the least one should do when asking for help.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long.
"It looks like this trip won't be easy.”
Elder Lin glanced at the silver notes indifferently and put them away slowly.
"If it was easy, there would be no need to look for you.”
Ye Huang smiled and took out a letter from his pocket. He placed it on the table and tapped on it."Imitate this person's handwriting. I want him to be unable to recognize it himself.”
Elder Lin nodded after a glance and said calmly,""Simple."
"As for the content, I'll tell you, and you write.”
After the time for an incense stick to burn.
Ye Huang walked out of the old shop with a satisfied smile.
He didn't leave immediately. Instead, he walked to the dark corner of the alley.
Ridge East City was not big, but a city with a population of 30,000 would always have a few people with special abilities.
These people had hidden their identities because of some sad things. Perhaps the martial artists thought that their abilities were useless, but Ye Huang thought that they were useful if they were used well.
He had been living in this city since he was young, so there were too few things that he did not know.
Ding ding dang!
The sound of a beating came from a dilapidated courtyard.
A furnace and a spring. The burly man was naked from the waist up as he spun the square-headed sledgehammer, his focus and tenacity evident.
"Uncle Feng, are you done?"
Ye Huang raised his voice.
The burly man raised his face expressionlessly. He only mentioned that there was a tattoo on the left side of his face. It was purplish-red. This was the mark of a prisoner or an official servant.
The burly man silently reached his hand into the pool beside him, fished out a black embroidered spring knife, and casually threw it over.
Ye Huang flicked his finger.
Ding!
The sound was crisp.
"Yellow Grade weapons are indeed extraordinary. They are perfect for forging sabers.”
Ye Huang nodded in satisfaction. This was the weapon that was born after the longsword was forged.
"I didn't have enough materials, so I gave them to my collection!”
The large man coldly glanced at him and said.
"Ahem."
Ye Huang coughed and laughed awkwardly.
"Five thousand gold taels, no bargaining."
The burly man ignored him and continued.
"I don't have money."
Ye Huang said shamelessly. He had spent all the silver he had on him.
The burly man was about to forge when he paused and turned to look at Ye Huang. He looked up and down for a moment until Ye Huang's hair stood on end. He said,""You will have money in the future. Give it back to me in three months.”
Ye Huang's sword finger pressed down on the blade, feeling the coldness on it. He smiled and said,""This price is fair. I won't need three months. Tomorrow, I'll return you ten thousand taels.”
The burly man had already started to hit the iron block in his hand. He only said indifferently,"Up to you."
Ding ding dang dang.
Ye Huang smiled and left.
"It's still early. We can take a nap.”
Looking at the sun that was setting in the west, Ye Huang raised his head to feel the warmth. He muttered to himself and walked out of the alley.
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