Chapter 3, Sold the tiger skin to earn money

"Girl, has the tiger skin been sold? That was quite fast." It seems that having just made some money, Sister Luo's smile became even more amiable.

The grocery store owner was originally negotiating prices with Qin Zheng. Upon hearing this, his expression changed several times, and he awkwardly said: "Sister Luo, aren't you deliberately ruining my business?"

Thank you. Qin Zheng couldn't help but smile, her gaze falling on the basket of vegetables hanging from Sister Luo's wrist, and she asked, "Do you know if there are any cooking instructors nearby?"

I live on the west side of the village, right in front of my door where a patch of radishes is planted. If you come, just call out at the door and I will know. " As she spoke, Sister Luo paid for the salt and stepped out.

Alright, I understand. Not paying attention to what the old man said about the tiger skin outfit, when Qin Zheng reached out to take the 8 taels of silver, she felt her hand tremble slightly. It turns out that besides being an assassin, she could also earn money in other ways! However, this method could only be used in this tiger-infested underworld; if there were so many tigers in the human world, it is likely that no one would survive. Qin Zheng was so moved that she forgot the principle of rarity; the fewer tigers there are, the higher the price a complete tiger skin can fetch. Yet, this method could only be used in this tiger-infested underworld; if there were so many tigers in the human world, it is likely that no one would survive. Qin Zheng was so moved that she forgot the principle of rarity; the fewer tigers there are, the higher the price a complete tiger skin can fetch.

"Alright." Sister Luo responded from inside the house and came out, her hands still damp as she wiped them on her apron

The speaker took out a small ingot of silver and handed it to her, saying: "You can use this silver for now; if it is not enough, I will make up the difference later"

Qin Zheng followed Sister Luo's guidance to the end of the village, where she saw an old man with graying hair sitting in front of a door, basking in the sun while sewing. She approached him with a smile and asked, "Zhang the tailor? I heard you are buying tiger skins. I have some here; would you like to take a look?"

So expensive! Qin Zheng silently exclaimed in her heart. In her previous life, she was a top assassin for the Blood Rain Tower, earning at least a thousand taels in commission for each job. Six taels of silver, back then, would have been so insignificant that she wouldn't even bother to bend down to pick it up if it fell on the ground. Yet at this moment, she had only a few dozen copper coins on her, so poor that they clinked together.

Sister Luo nodded, put away the money, and said to Qin Zheng: "Today happens to be quite busy for me, and I can't spare the time. Could you help me run some errands and buy some ingredients back?"

"As for the books, we can settle it together later!" Sister Luo said, already taking the piece of broken silver in her hand, and added, "Don't worry, I'll bring it to you once I'm done."

"To do business, one must be honest," Sister Luo said, taking advantage of the grocery store owner's inattention to add another handful of salt to the weighed amount. "Don't keep deceiving that little girl every day."

After killing the tiger for a while, Qin Zheng felt that her strength seemed to have slightly increased. However, after obtaining fifteen tiger skins, the seemingly endless belt could no longer hold anything. Thus, she could only lick her lips with lingering desire and decided to temporarily spare these pitiful prey

Understood!

"Well, this is a small token of respect." Qin Zheng did not believe that the smile from others was a sign of politeness that would exempt her from paying tuition, so she handed over the silver with an even brighter smile.

In the future, if there are any tiger skin pieces, remember to sell them to me, the more the better!" Tailor Zhang muttered while counting the silver to pay the bill, "Over the years, the number of young people in the village has increased, and tiger skin outfits sell very well, they are in short supply!

After walking along the road for a longer time than it took to kill a tiger, Qin Zheng finally found a small village nestled against the mountains. To avoid encountering the soldiers again, she approached with great caution, only feeling at ease to enter the village once she confirmed that there was nothing unusual.

Qin Zheng silently recited in her heart, roughly estimating that the silver on her person would be sufficient, and thus responded affirmatively, turning to leave.

Huh? Shouldn't we teach her cooking first? Never mind, haste makes waste, and besides, cooking skills cannot be mastered in just a few days. Since I have nothing to do anyway, I might as well run some errands. Qin Zheng smiled and said, "Alright. I wonder what we need to buy?"

With silver in hand, I found Sister Luo's home. Just as Qin Zheng was about to call her, someone else spoke first: "Sister Luo, we have guests at home today. Please prepare some clean dishes and also get some fruits ready."

Ah? The tailor Zhang was so focused on his needlework that when he lifted his head, he appeared somewhat dazed. After a moment, he suddenly said: "Then let's take a look at the goods."

Alright, I will sell these tiger skins first. If I can gather enough money, where should I go to find you? As long as each of these tiger skins can be sold for 4 coins, she will have enough money to learn culinary skills

What is it? Is it too expensive? Sister Luo's expression was somewhat displeased

Culinary skills?" Sister Luo laughed, "I make a living by taking in a few apprentices to teach them cooking. If you want to learn, I can charge you a little less; just give me 6 taels of silver and it will be fine.

One tender chicken and one rabbit, one green fish, and one block of ham. Sister Luo thought for a moment and added: "Let's buy a jar of Shaoxing wine and bring back a small basket of plums."

"Zhang, the tailor from Murakami, is currently purchasing tiger skin to make tiger skin suits. You might as well ask him if he wants to buy some," a woman who had just walked into the grocery store to buy salt casually remarked to Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng and the others, upon seeing them finish their exchange and the person hurriedly leave, then smiled and said: "I have come to apprentice and learn the craft."

Sister Luo was indeed enchanted by her smile and said, "Then it will be 5 taels of silver, I will only charge you 5 taels, it cannot be any less!"

No, it is not that; it is just that I do not have that much silver on me. Qin Zheng smiled even more sweetly; she had known since she was ten years old that a smile is the most lethal weapon in this world

Although the village is small, it is quite lively, with bustling people dressed in simple clothing coming and going. Each person holds either a wooden stick or a rusty dagger. A bitter smile appeared on Qin Zheng's face; their attire was completely identical to her own just moments ago. However, it is precisely because of this that she felt a sense of relief. The villagers showed no vigilance towards her arrival, or rather, they completely ignored her. To be ignored by others is perhaps the most reassuring thing for someone like her, who once was an assassin.

Sister Luo called out behind her: "The earlier you go, the earlier you return. I am waiting here for the ingredients to be cooked, so remember not to come back late!"

In her lifetime, she had done nothing but work as an assassin, but at this moment, Qin Zheng suddenly realized that she actually had a bit of a talent for business. After examining the tiger skin, the tailor Zhang decided to purchase it for a price of 5 coins. After much persuasion, the old man finally agreed to round it up, giving her 8 taels of silver

After wandering around the village, Qin Zheng found a pawnshop and a grocery store willing to buy tiger skins, but their offer was too low, only 1 tael of silver for a tiger skin. Although she was unaware of the value of the tiger skin here, she felt that this transaction seemed unprofitable when she saw that a small bottle of healing ointment in the grocery store was priced at 50 copper coins.