Chapter 1, No Money, No Exit (Part 2)

What is the division of money!

"If you want to bully the people of our village, everyone, let's go."

"Speak properly? I was just trying to talk to you, why didn't you listen? Now you regret it, but it's too late!"

The man was ensnared by the net, unable to protect his head with his hands, and could only endure the punches and kicks from the villagers. These villagers, having labored for many years, possessed far greater strength than those from the city, and even if he were a martial artist, he could not withstand it

"Today, if you can go out, I will follow your surname." Lin Yiming did not stop him, turning around to walk behind his identification desk, raising his hand to grab a long rope and pulling it hard

The man completely disregarded these matters and ran desperately towards the outskirts of the village. However, after just a few steps, there was a loud crash, and one of his bundles fell to the ground. Inside that bundle was the treasure he had come to appraise today

Fellow villagers, if they do not give us money, beat him

As soon as Lin Yiming finished speaking, the villagers began to chatter among themselves.

Unexpectedly, this man is quite wealthy; there are a total of 200 taels of silver here. We have certainly made a profit this time

It is unclear who shouted, but the villagers rushed forward, surrounding the man in a circle and unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks

Brother Ming, since you opened this appraisal shop, we have certainly made a good profit without doing much. The entire village can share half of the money. How can we ask for this item again to divide the money

At this moment, on https://m.hetushu.com, his face was already bruised and swollen, resembling the fat old sow raised by Uncle Zhang in the village. His entire outfit was in tatters, with half of his backside exposed.

Yet, in the blink of an eye while he was calculating, the path was already densely surrounded by the farmers from the village. These farmers, armed with their tools of labor such as hoes, sickles, pitchforks, and shovels, encircled him tightly in the center.

As soon as the words fell, the man suddenly narrowed his eyes. In his line of sight, six old farmers appeared again. These three old farmers were not holding hoes, but sickles.

Indeed! I, the great one, am simply taking advantage of your weakness, you country bumpkin. What can you do about it!

Another person has come to assess without payment, hurry and leave

"You can give it a try," Lin Yiming seemed oblivious to the man's threat, and continued in a slow voice, "You are not the first person to refuse payment for an appraisal, and I doubt you will be the last. However, whether it is those who have refused payment in the past, you, or those who will refuse payment in the future, as long as you do not pay, do not expect to leave our village"

Indeed, Ming Ge'er, you may keep this item for yourself

This net was specifically prepared for dealing with those martial artists who refuse to pay after identification. The ropes of the net are woven from the bark of ancient trees and vines over ten years old, and have been soaked in oil, making them exceptionally tough. Even an ordinary martial artist would find it impossible to break.

At this moment, he could no longer care about those treasures and fled in a panic without looking back. These damned bumpkins were too ruthless, always resorting to underhanded tactics. Even as a dignified martial artist, he found it somewhat difficult to withstand this situation

Outside the identification shop, a man wielding a large knife had just stepped out the door when three elderly farmers holding hoes blocked his path.

Suddenly, a series of muffled bell tolls resonated

The man calculated the comparison of strength between the two sides and was just beginning to consider how to use momentum to scare these country bumpkins away when, in his line of sight, the figures of the farmers appeared one by one

This young man appears to be so ordinary and unremarkable, yet when he smiles, it somehow makes one feel a bit flustered

The man shook his head and looked at the young boy in front of him with a face full of pride

The man looked at the smiling youth before him and involuntarily shivered

"Damn country bumpkins, are you trying to scare me?" The man suddenly raised his hand to his back, drawing out the large knife behind him with a crisp "clang": "I am a martial artist, and I won't pay. Let's see which of you country bumpkins dares to stop me!"

If you don't want me to cut off your heads and use them as a ball for kicking, then get out of here quickly

What were originally harsh words, when spoken from his mouth, lacked any trace of anger, as if he were recounting something utterly ordinary

The crossbow, that is indeed a weapon that can threaten his life

A countryman, even without money, how can he manage himself? It is important to note that he is a martial artist! Moreover, he is from the city. In the heart of a man, there exists a natural sense of superiority towards a rustic person like Lin Yiming.

With his hand groping at his waist, the man finally grasped his money pouch, threw it out with a flourish, and then shouted loudly: "Stop hitting me, I will pay, I will give you all my money, I beg you, please do not hit me."

However, the villagers did not insist on capturing the man. Lin Yiming picked up the silver coins that the man had dropped, weighed them in his hand, and then opened them.

Ming Ge'er is truly capable; just by appraising this once, he earned two hundred taels of silver, and we can share one hundred taels of silver. This could buy fifty head of cattle

What is most detestable is that he actually felt a bit afraid... Thinking of this, the man, filled with anger and humiliation, clenched his fists and waved them in front of Lin Yiming: "What can your entire village do? A bunch of country bumpkins, can you really stop me!"

Having spoken, he grasped the large knife in his hand and swaggered out.

Indeed, I have heard that in large cities, one hundred taels of silver can support a family of five for three to five years without any worries about food and clothing

Nine old farmers, with sickles in hand, are now in a bit of trouble. Even if he is a martial artist, one misstep could lead to injury.

Still, Brother Ming's skills are remarkable. I have heard that the appraisers in the city could not identify that item, yet Brother Ming was able to do so.

Upon hearing that the man had given money, the villagers finally ceased their actions. At this moment, the man also struggled to lift the net that covered him, sprang up like a carp, and turned to run towards the village outskirts

He himself said he wouldn't give him money, and that he would threaten him, yet he still smiled, smiling so calmly. What exactly does this young man rely on that allows him to remain so composed?

Lin Yiming held the money bag, just as he was about to distribute one hundred taels of silver, Xiao Huer approached with the package that the man had dropped: "Ming Ge, whose belongings are these? You should take them quickly."

The sound of the bell spread throughout the village. One by one, whether resting at home, working in the fields, or tending to livestock, the villagers heard the bell. They quickly grabbed their tools and ran towards Lin Yiming's appraisal shop.

What are you thinking!

The bell has rung, and Ming Ge Er is in trouble

Haha, that's hilarious. You three old men think you can stop me?" The man brandished his large knife, sweeping it through the air in front of him, producing a whooshing sound.

Lin Yiming continued to smile: "If you don't pay, it's not just me you're refusing; you are denying our entire village. This house of mine was built with the labor and materials provided by the uncles and aunts of the village. The tools I used for appraisal were purchased with the villagers' contributions. This shop belongs to every household in the village. If you refuse to pay, you are bullying all the elders and fellow villagers... Hehe, I fear you may not be able to bear the consequences of that!" If you refuse to pay, you are bullying all the elders and fellow villagers... Hehe, I fear you may not be able to bear the consequences of that!

Listening to the villagers' discussions, Lin Yiming felt a deep sense of emotion in his heart; there truly is no place like home

The man was startled and turned around to see Lin Yiming slowly walking out of the appraisal room. He quickly threw down the large knife in his hand and repeatedly waved at Lin Yiming, saying: "Brother, please don't make a move, let's talk this over! I was just joking with you earlier, I'll give you one hundred taels of silver, I will!"

"Alright, I will take it for now. In a few days, when I go to the city and sell it, we will divide the money among everyone." Lin Yiming took the package.

Do not hit anymore, do not hit anymore, I will pay, I will pay

This damned country bumpkin actually dares to threaten me

What a grand spectacle

Lin Yiming wore a charming smile, yet the man found him increasingly detestable, while simultaneously feeling quite uncomfortable.

Even among the crowd, he saw four or five villagers still holding crossbows

Ding ... ... Ding ... ...

As soon as Lin Yiming's words fell, a massive net resembling a fishing net descended from the sky, enveloping the man within it.