Shopkeeper Wang shook his head: “3,000 taels of silver is not expensive. I’ve been to his house before. His yard is big and there is a building in the backyard.”

“This old man probably wants to sell this store and leave here.”

“After so many years of entanglement, he can’t hold on any longer.”

Gu Fei nodded: “This Mr. Huang is also a poor man.”

Shopkeeper Wang sighed: “Who said he wasn’t? He lost his wife and children, and now he has such a rogue brother. Alas–”

“Back then, his business was the best among the silk shops on this street. His family would deposit a large sum of money in the bank each day. Who knew it would be like this.”

Gu Fei stood up and bowed to Shopkeeper Wang: “Thank you, Shopkeeper Wang, for telling me.”

Shopkeeper Wang waved his hand: “It’s nothing.”

“If Miss Gu wants to do business, why don’t you go find a broker to ask for help? Listen, you must not get involved in that store.”

Gu Fei smiled: “I would like to, but I don’t have 3,000 taels of silver.”

She bowed again: “Thank you, Shopkeeper Wang, for telling me these things. I won’t disturb your business. I’ll come to see you another day.”

Shopkeeper Wang sent her out with a smile: “Have you planted your peppers?”

Gu Fei nodded: “I have planted them, and they have sprouted. My mother serves them like she serves her ancestors every day.”

“That’s good, that’s good. When the peppers are planted, Miss Gu, tell me, and I’ll send someone to your house to pick them up.”

“Okay, when the time comes, my family will pick the peppers and send them directly to Shopkeeper Wang.”

Shopkeeper Wang laughed: “Then it’s settled. I’ll wait for the peppers.”

Gu Fei went out and got on Gu Sanlang’s carriage. The mule carriage went forward for a while and soon arrived at the store of Old Man Huang.

Gu Fei lifted the curtain and took a look. Old Huang was wearing tattered clothes and had messy gray hair. He was still sitting at the door.

Gu Fei couldn’t bear to watch, so she waited for the mule carriage to pass a delicatessen in front, asked Gu Sanlang to stop the carriage, got off to sell a roast chicken, and asked Gu Sanlang to go around again.

The mule carriage stopped at the door, Gu Fei got out of the carriage and walked to Old Huang.

Old Huang looked up and squinted at Gu Fei: “Aren’t you the girl from last night?”

Gu Fei smiled, squatted down, and handed over the roast chicken wrapped in dry lotus leaves: “Uncle Huang, this is for you to eat.”

Old Huang stared at the roast chicken for a long time, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying: “When I was young, thousands of silver passed through my hands, but I didn’t expect that when I got old, I become a beggar.”

Gu Fei hurriedly said: “Uncle Huang, how can you be a beggar? You still have such a big house. I just came to tell you that I can’t get the money to buy your shop.”

Old Huang took the roast chicken, a turbid tear oozed from his eyes, and waved his hand: “Forget it, little girl, you are kind-hearted, I won’t cheat you, and I won’t sell this house even if you want to buy it.”

“When I have lived enough, I will burn this house down, and it will be clean.”

Gu Fei looked at Old Huang, feeling pity and anger at the same time. How could there be such a hateful person as Er Laizi in this world?

If only he could think of a way to control Er Laizi, Old Huang would have a better life.

Break his legs?

Gu Fei shook her head. A broken leg will get better one day. Even if it can’t get better, Er Laizi will probably crawl over.

As long as this kind of person is alive, he can disgust people.

Kill him?

Gu Fei didn’t dare to kill him, but firstly, this was not a messy disaster area, no matter how many people died, no one would care. If someone died here, the government would investigate.

Secondly, even if the law requires sentencing, this idiot was bad, but his crime doesn’t deserve the death penalty.