Song Zhi stood up and took a few steps back.
He kept a distance from Leader Tao.
He lowered his head and insisted, "I know you are doing this for my own good, but let me think about it and then give you an answer."
Old Tao frowned and sighed. He didn't want to persuade him anymore, so he said, "Okay, but you have to promise me that you must think about it."
"I will."
So, Song Zhi left.
If he stayed, he might be forced by Old Tao to sign.
How could he do that?
Troupe Leader Tao couldn't hold him back anymore, lest it backfire. He could only hope that Song Zhi would sign the contract for the sake of their past friendship. If he was taken away by another troupe, wouldn't that be a loss?
The clerk came in and asked, "Leader, how is it? Did Mr. Song sign it? "
"He still needs to think about it."
"Still need to think about it? Which storyteller has this kind of treatment? "
Leader Tao sighed again and ordered, "Anyway, you go and keep an eye on it. Don't let those troupes go to Song Zhi."
The clerk answered, "Okay, I'll go and keep an eye on it!"
He ran away.
Song Zhi was relieved as soon as he left the gate of Zhao Troupe.
He took the five taels of silver from his bosom and went out to the street. He was going to buy some daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. At the very least, he had to fill his stomach. If he had extra money, he would buy clothes and tiles.
Counting the money he had spent on the way, he had already arrived at the grocery store.
He wandered around and bought rice, oil, salt, vinegar, and tea.
"One tael of silver." The shopkeeper said.
"Okay, I'll give you the money. Don't worry."
Song Zhi took out the silver and opened his coarse cloth bag. When he was about to pay —
Suddenly, a figure flashed behind him, and a hand reached out from behind him, grabbing the coarse cloth bag that he used to store the silver.
He pulled it hard!
Just like that, the heavy five taels of silver were snatched from his hands.
He didn't even warm up the five taels of silver!
He was stunned and didn't react.
He stood there for a while.
Until the shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young Master, your money was stolen."
Stolen?
"Oh!"
He spread out his empty hands and patted his thighs.
He finally reacted.
"Catch a thief!"
He hurriedly picked up his robe and chased after her.
The person who snatched the silver quickly ran through the crowd as if he was flying.
At the end of the day, Song Zhi was a scholar. He usually walked slowly and elegantly. Even when he ran, he couldn't walk as fast as a human.
"Catch the thief! Catch the thief! "He shouted at the top of his lungs.
But he was out of breath!
He was sweating profusely.
The people around him were indifferent. They did what they were supposed to do, as if they did not hear his shouts.
After all, Song Zhi's voice was too soft!
He passed through the crowd and chased after the thief for a short distance. He watched as the thief ran further and further away …
It was about to disappear.
My five taels of silver!
How many days and nights did he burn to write this book to earn this money?
The cooked duck flew away just like that.
He stopped, holding on to a nearby stake, panting.
I won't chase him anymore. I won't chase him no matter what.
Suddenly —
A figure flew over from afar, and the person who came over kicked the thief's back.
Very ruthless!
"Ah!"
The thief screamed and fell to the ground. As soon as he got up, a foot landed on his chest and pinned him to the ground.
"Sir, spare me."
Jing Rong's eyes flashed. "Hurry up and hand it over."
"Yes, I'll hand it over now."
The thief took out the five taels of silver he had stolen.
Jing Rong grabbed the silver and weighed it in his hand.
It was not a lot of silver!
At this time, Bai Yin came over on her horse. She dismounted and pulled the thief up. She scolded, "Behave yourself."
"Sir, spare me. I won't dare to do it again. Please spare me."
"I'll send you to the magistrate later. You'll be locked up for eight to ten years."
"Ah!"
The thief became listless.
Song Zhi ran over, panting. "This … this …"
He was so stunned that he couldn't say a word.
Jing Rong looked at the cultured, plainly dressed man in front of him. He asked, "Is this yours?"
"Yes … Thank … Thank you, hero."
"Check to see if it's missing."
Jing Rong handed the silver to him.
Song Zhi took it and counted. "Fortunately, it's not missing."
He heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's good that it's not missing. Be careful in the future."
"Yes. Thank you, hero."
"No need to thank me."
Taking advantage of Bai Yin's inattention, the thief made one last attempt. He turned around and ran away.
Bai Yin was about to chase after him, but Jing Rong stopped her. He whispered, "Forget it. This isn't the Great Lin. It's better to be careful."
"En."
Song Zhi took the silver. When he caught his breath, he cupped his hands towards Jing Rong and thanked him profusely. "Hero, you helped me retrieve these silver taels. I really can't repay you."
Jing Rong said, "It's just a slight effort. You should be more careful in the future."
"Of course, of course."
Ji Yunshu was inside the carriage. When she heard the commotion outside, she leaned out to look.
She saw Jing Rong and Bai Yin talking to a man. The man's hands were tucked into his lapel and he was very polite. Although he wasn't dressed well, he still had a strong demeanor. At first glance, he looked like an elegant youth. At first glance, she felt that he looked somewhat similar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
Jing Rong and Song Zhi exchanged a few words, then he told Bai Yin to stay at an inn nearby.
The carriages stopped outside the inn. Ji Yunshu stepped down from the carriage. Her feet touched the ground in a relaxed manner.
She was dressed in men's clothing and had a handsome appearance. Naturally, she attracted a lot of attention. Moreover, she was wearing the clothes of a Great Lin citizen, which made her even more eye-catching.
Jing Rong said, "Let's stay here tonight."
Ji Yunshu nodded. "En."
Just as they were about to enter the inn, Song Zhi walked over and cupped his hands. "Heroes, do you want to eat something?"
'Huh?
What? You want to share a table? '
Jing Rong frowned. He deliberately pulled Ji Yunshu behind him and asked, "Young master, is there something else?"
Song Zhi smiled sincerely. "Just now, the hero helped me retrieve my money. I would like to treat everyone to a meal to express my gratitude."
"I already said it was nothing. There's no need to be so polite."
"Of course, of course. Just consider it as a token of my sincerity." Song Zhi held the money in his hand and said shamefully, "Although it's only a small amount of money, it's still enough to treat everyone to a meal."
Jing Rong repeatedly declined, but Song Zhi insisted on treating them.
It was difficult to persuade him otherwise.
Jing Rong had no choice but to accept. However, he told his subordinates to eat at another table and that the dishes they ordered wouldn't be considered Song Zhi's. He only ordered a few vegetarian dishes and didn't order any meat or wine. He didn't want the scholar's five taels to be eaten up.
Ji Yunshu sized up Song Zhi from a close distance. This man looked gentle and gentle. His mannerisms were very appropriate and even carried a hint of laziness.
Song Zhi asked, "Are you people from the Great Lin?"
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