Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 124: Selling Pan Jinlian at the Start

The next day, Qingmo exchanged the gold notes for gold. It was still more comfortable to keep them in her space, hehe.

Selling steamed buns? What's the point of selling steamed buns? She successfully earned more money by selling her wife than Wu Dalang could earn in a lifetime of selling steamed buns. Isn't her life going to take off?

Qingmo walked into a tavern and said to the waiter, "Waiter, give me a plate of braised beef and a pot of old wine."

Nice! As expected of the must-order large bowl of beef in Water Margin, the taste is superb and very satisfying.

We don't know where all these cattle came from in this dynasty. You should know that in ancient times, oxen were protected and slaughtering them privately was a serious crime.

But since there's food, that's fine. Anyway, we can't finish it all, we simply can't finish it all. Each of the outlaws orders several pounds of beef. The world of novels shouldn't be taken too seriously; just enjoy it for fun.

The feeling of eating meat in large chunks and drinking wine in large bowls, you know what, it's actually quite enjoyable. Is this what male happiness is?

After a satisfying meal, Qingmo asked the waiter to pack another ten pounds of beef. Hehe, she decided to pack beef every day from now on to save it. The taste was just too authentic, and she loved it so much.

Stepping out of the tavern and looking at the bustling crowds on the street, Qingmo couldn't help but sigh, "Since I've dreamt of returning to the Water Margin, it seems impossible not to join Liangshan."

A thought struck her, and she prepared to go home and practice her Sunflower Manual, however…

Oh my god, she's a man now.

She sensed it and found it had no spiritual energy or spiritual root. Looking down, she was shocked. Although she didn't need it, she couldn't be without it; it was too humiliating.

After much hesitation, she swiftly struck. A woman who wants to secure her position must be ruthless.

I'll bandage myself up, take some medicine, and it'll be fine. I'm already dirty enough, so it doesn't matter if I lose a little more. I'll just burn it to ashes, and I'll feed my own to the dogs anyway.

After tidying up, I went into my spatial dimension to cultivate.

Time flies. Qingmo cultivated in the space for a year, while more than a month passed in the outside world. She had reached the fifth level of the Sunflower Manual, which was enough for her.

Having not left the house for over a month, as soon as I opened the door, Granny Wang's eyes swept over me.

"Oh my! Wu Da is still alive! I thought he was dead."

Qingmo rolled her eyes at her, "Thank you for your concern, Granny Wang. I'm perfectly fine." With that, she turned to leave.

Wang Po stepped forward and said, "Wu Da, let me tell you, Master Ximen is really good to your wife. Not only did he marry her as his eighth concubine, but the other day the two of them went shopping together and bought whatever they wanted. I thought they were a perfect match."

Qingmo glanced at her indifferently, "Wang Po, don't talk nonsense. I divorced her and sold her a long time ago. What she does is none of my business."

Granny Wang scoffed, "Hmph, who knows? Maybe she ran off with someone."

Qingmo ignored her and walked straight out, intending to go to the tavern for a drink and some beef.

As she walked down the street, she was stopped by a few thugs who chuckled when they saw her. "Hey, Wu Da, where have you been making your fortune lately? You haven't been out selling pancakes for a while. We're a bit short on cash, can you lend us a little something?"

As they spoke, the group surrounded Qingmo, forming a human wall that left the short, stocky girl inside, looking down into a well.

Qingmo's good mood was instantly ruined. She flashed up and started beating people, breaking their bones in no time. It was fortunate that this happened in public, otherwise, you guys would have really messed with them.

The onlookers were all astonished. They never expected that the short Wu Da would be so powerful. He was usually timid and dared not utter a word when bullied, but today he was showing off his great power.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, she headed towards the tavern. Upon arriving, Qingmo ordered beef and wine as usual.

Halfway through the drink, I overheard someone nearby talking about Song Jiang, the "Timely Rain," and his acts of righteousness, generosity, and helping those in need.

Song Jiang enjoyed helping those in need, often lending a helping hand when others required assistance, which earned him the admiration of heroes from all walks of life.

Qingmo sneered inwardly. This Song Jiang was nothing but a hypocritical villain. His money came from dubious sources. He used small favors to win people's hearts and eventually got forced to join Liangshan. He then raised the slogan of "acting on behalf of Heaven" to rebel against the imperial court and gathered heroes from all over the world to serve him.

Was he really rebelling against the imperial court? Not necessarily. Perhaps his real purpose was to raise a banner to attract the court's attention, and then naturally accept the imperial amnesty in order to gain the court's recognition and trust, thereby realizing his own ambitions.

That's the truth. Most of the 108 heroes joined Liangshan because of him, and they were also granted amnesty because of him. In the end, he led them to fight battle after battle for the imperial court. Isn't that being greedy for credit?

Unexpectedly, the court outmaneuvered them in the end: when the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away; when the enemy state is destroyed, the strategist dies.

Qingmo thought about it more and more and felt that Song Jiang was a despicable person, so she tilted her head back and gulped down a cup of wine.

Just then, a commotion arose in the street. It turned out that Wu Song had returned after killing the tiger on Jingyang Ridge and was on his way to the yamen to claim his reward.

Looking at Wu Song's imposing appearance, Qingmo thought to herself, "Wu Song is indeed a true man, but unfortunately, he's a bit dim-witted."

Qingmo didn't go to watch the excitement; she figured Wu Song would come looking for her on his own. She packed up the beef and went home.

Sure enough, Wu Song came looking for her that evening. As soon as he entered, he tried to hug Qingmo, but she dodged him.

"Brother, I'm back! How did you end up moving to Yanggu County? If the county magistrate hadn't heard me say I was going back to find you, I wouldn't have known you moved here. I've missed you so much!"

Qingmo felt a chill run down her spine. Could it be that Wu Song had a bit of a brother complex? How nauseating!

"Second brother, it's good that you're back. We can talk about this later. It's getting late, and I've already prepared a room for you. Let's discuss it tomorrow."

Wu Song placed the bundle on his back on the table; it looked quite heavy. "Brother, I killed a tiger today. This is the reward money the county magistrate gave me, a total of one thousand strings of cash. I exchanged it all for silver and gave it all to you, brother. Use it to find me a sister-in-law."

Qingmo hesitated, "Erlang, this is your reward money. You should keep it for yourself to get married and live a peaceful life. It's not good to give it all to your brother. I can't accept it."

Wu Song said firmly, "I'm just a rough man and I'm not in a hurry to get married. You can have it, brother. Besides, I'm already a constable in the yamen and I'll be taking up my post in a few days. Don't worry about me not having money."

Seeing Wu Song's enthusiasm, Qingmo felt it was hard to refuse his kind offer, so she reluctantly accepted it.

She appeared embarrassed but was secretly delighted. She figured she could just take advantage of Wu Song and have him support her in her old age. She was truly a clever woman.

"In that case, I'll keep it for Erlang for now. If you ever need it in the future, just come to me for it."

Qingmo accepted the silver and happily escorted Wu Song to the room reserved for him, while she went back to her room to apply a face mask.

Even though her face is so ugly it's unbearable to look at, we still have to be particular about what's important, right?