He counted once very seriously, and then counted a second time very seriously, and then he looked up at the fat landlady, his face slightly red.

"It's three dollars short...I'll give it to you tomorrow, how about it?"

The fat landlady pondered for three breaths, as if her thoughts had gone through a fierce struggle, and she said two words: "No!"

Xiaoqin withdrew her gaze and began to put the broken silver and copper coins into the cloth bag.

If that doesn't work, then we have to find a place to sleep rough.

At this moment, a man sitting at a table next to him suddenly said:

"Boy, call me uncle and I will give you three pieces of silver!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence.

There were ten tables and dozens of drinkers in the room at this time.

They had already heard that a young man carrying a coffin was coming to Zhouzhuang.

But no one knew what kind of skills this young man had.

Because everyone who saw his skill died.

He walked very quickly.

The news of those people's deaths fell behind him.

Li Chenan is also here.

But Xiaoqin didn't seem to hear this sentence.

He was still collecting the coins on the counter.

What he wanted to do was to buy some steamed buns later, and it would be best to find a ruined temple to rest for a while.

That's the best.
Chapter completed!