There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 627 - 238: Comprehending the Dao! Manifestation of Karma! (Part 3)

As he spoke, there was a hint of a smile in his gaze,

"Although this herb isn't in the prescription you gave me, it looks extraordinary. The roots are plump; it should be a spiritual herb."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Feng heard this and shifted his eyes from the clay pot to the smiling master thief,

"Did you steal it, or buy it?"

"The shopkeeper sure has an eye." The thief snorted, "This ginseng is priced at a thousand taels.

A single tael is enough for an ordinary family to live frugally for a year.

A thousand taels could be the food supply for a family of three for a millennium."

"If this ginseng is truly as you say, a spiritual herb, then its price is not unreasonable." After hearing the thief's calculation, Zhang Feng realized it made sense and didn't find the price of the ginseng exaggerated.

Because the thief mentioned living frugally.

And Zhang Feng also understood this world's pricing.

In terms of exchanging gold, silver, and copper, it was similar to ancient times, with one tael of gold being ten taels of silver.

One tael of silver was a thousand coins.

An average worker's wage was around five hundred coins a month.

A pound of pork was five coins.

Unlike the Ming Dynasty or the Martial World I lived in before, where a meal costs hundreds of coins or a few taels.

In Ling Dynasty, such a Spiritual Qi World, a relatively peaceful world, the differences in goods and wages across places were not too large.

And under the coordination of the Ministry of Households and various local monetary authorities, the prices were relatively stable.

Yet the thousand taels were still a massive amount.

If we calculate, pork is five coins, and in reality, that's about ten dollars. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

One tael of silver, a thousand coins, is about two thousand dollars.

A thousand taels is two million.

As Zhang Feng calculated, he was startled, astonished by how ridiculously expensive this ginseng was.

The typical wage was about five hundred coins, a thousand dollars.

But if you were to say steal it?

Zhang Feng glanced at the thief, seeing his enthusiastic look; was this guy trying to drag him into the dark?

Build a life-and-death camaraderie by committing a crime together?

"Aren't you afraid that my dear friend might find out?" Zhang Feng looked at him, "Then not only would they detest me, they'd also hold us accountable."

"No, no." The thief laughed heartily: "Old man, once night falls, we go to Qianlin Hall, grab the stuff, kill the man.

At that time, you don't speak, I don't speak; who could know?"

Saying this, he habitually lowered his voice, "In the past days I bought herbs for you, I have seen that 'Shopkeeper Li' several times.

He doesn't carry any spiritual talismans; I don't think he knows any masters.

And even if he does know, without a spiritual talisman, if we kill him as long as we keep clean, no one will be able to trace it back."

Saying this, trying to persuade Zhang Feng, the thief continued, as if showing loyalty,

"Old man, my reconnaissance these days, my investigations, were all for you!

I see your health deteriorating, so I resort to this measure, to provide you with something to prolong your life."

The thief had a face full of "I'm doing this for you," indeed showcasing 'loyalty and righteousness.'

Zhang Feng was speechless, not expecting the thief to not only not calculate his actions but instead drag him into the water.

Ironically, it was a good thing because it showed the thief still trusted him, that's why he wanted to rope him in.

Yet it was evident that human nature was unreliable and irreversible.

Not even a few days had passed, and the thief's evil nature was surfacing, ready to commit evil deeds as in the past.

"It's not that it can't be bought." Zhang Feng didn't wish to go that route but indeed was tempted by the ginseng, which could accelerate his cultivation process,

"In the past few days, I've heard you talk about Shopkeeper Li. He is a great man with both medical ethics and skill.

Such a highly respected individual is this town's…"

Zhang Feng wanted to say 'he is this town's benefactor,' but fearing his words might inadvertently awaken the thief, he changed it to,

"A good man."

Saying this, Zhang Feng slowly stood up, "And I've known some medical skills since I was young. I can take this opportunity while my dear friend is here to go to Qianlin Hall to earn some money."

There were many wealthy families in this town.

Zhang Feng knew about them because the thief talked about them all the time.

Aside from the thief wanting to kill them, he could actually treat a few rich people and make money that way.

If there's a righteous path, one should pursue it.

For this, Zhang Feng felt quite troubled; why was the ginseng owner a good person?

If he were some heinous villain, then killing and seizing the treasure would be straightforward and satisfying.

"Hold the fort?" The thief glanced at Zhang Feng a few times, choosing not to say anything, he simply clapped his hands slightly and said, "In that case, I shall follow your orders, old man."

After speaking, the thief felt a bit miffed, realizing he was undeservedly seeking favor, offering his warm face to a cold backside, hence leaving the kitchen to return to the room to sleep.

'You old undying thing, I'm kindly trying to save you, worried you might die early and leave me hanging.

And you're talking about holding the fort? You can go to hell!'

The thief, full of anger, covered himself with the blanket, unwilling to speak further with Zhang Feng.

...

The next day.

Morning.

Zhang Feng woke up early, feeling his body was still in good shape.

After a few days of recuperation, except for some incurable major illnesses, and having only 'a month' left to live, his body now wasn't much different from a young man's.

The thief, still sulking, followed along.

They arrived at the main street.

It was the first time Zhang Feng ventured out, witnessing the sight of the town with his own eyes.

Overall, it was quite similar to the bustling scenes of ancient times shown on TV, with the hustle and bustle, the pedestrian traffic, street vendors on both sides calling out, lively and bustling.

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