“Sister Yin, we two need five hundred taels.”
Sang Yin nodded, took out the banknotes from his wallet, and counted four ones worth one hundred taels. The others were some broken silver. After counting for a long time, there were still more than forty taels.
“Sister Yin, are you checking to see if there are any more.” Lin Hui was slightly anxious.
Sang Yin shook his head: "There are only so many."
Lin Hui handed over four hundred and fifty taels: "Look, steward..."
"Girl, we don't do credit here. If you have money, you can stay, but if you don't have money, you can leave." The steward seems to be a kind person, but being kind here does not mean that he is a good person.
Lin Hui was in a dilemma and looked at Sang Yin.
“Otherwise, let’s go.” Sang Yin had never been so sad.
Lin Hui's eyes stayed on her wrist: "Sister Yin, your bracelet should be worth forty taels."
Sang Yin lowered his head and put his other hand on the bracelet: "This bracelet is my grandma's dowry and cannot be mortgaged."
“We will redeem him when we meet Mr. Qin.”
“Hui’er, I won’t ask Mr. Qin for money.” Sang Yin frowned.
Lin Hui pouted when she saw this, a little aggrieved: "Sister Yin, I didn't mean that."
“It’s okay if you don’t look at it.” Sangyin planned to go out and reached out to get the money.
Lin Hui retracted her fingers.
Sang Yin frowned and looked at her.
Lin Hui held the money tightly and remained silent for a few moments before taking off the red string around her neck. A small amulet hung on the red string. She took out a jade pendant from the amulet.
She put the money and the jade pendant on the table together: "My jade pendant is worth the remaining silver. You can think of it."
The steward reached out and picked it up, rubbed it between them, looked at it carefully and then nodded: "Okay."
“Hui’er, isn’t that jade pendant an heirloom of yours? What’s wrong with you?” Sang Yin was a little surprised.
Lin Hui breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and smiled: "For sister Yin's future, even if Hui'er is pressed here, Hui'er is willing." Upon hearing this, Sang Yin's little dissatisfaction quietly dissipated, her eyes were slightly red, and her heart Deeply touched.
“Take the two girls to the dark room.” The steward called the attendants.
The attendant stepped forward: "Please."
“Hui’er…”
“Sister Yin, let’s go.” Lin Hui raised her head and smiled.
This smile made Sang Yin feel very guilty. Lin Hui took out all his family heirlooms for her, but she couldn't bear to part with her bracelet...
Lin Hui smiled, seeing her guilt in her eyes, and the smile on her lips became even brighter.
The two of them followed the attendants around to the stairs at the back. The stairs went down, with stone walls on both sides.
Because it is downwards, away from the light outside, candles are hung on the walls at a distance, and the candles do not play any role in the passage.
The further down you go, the stronger the smell comes out of your nose.
Lin Hui hugged Sangyin's arm tightly, feeling a little scared.
“How far is it, little brother?” Sang Yin was also beating her heart.
“It’s down there.”
The two of them walked hand in hand, walking slowly up the dim stairs, and after going down a few floors, they heard noisy sounds, including the sound of weapons, and more clearly the sounds of shouting and excitement.
The darkroom below the first floor, where there are fifty-two days.
With fifty taels you can buy a good restaurant outside, but the only place you can live in in Bermuxun is Datongbu.
Nearly all the people from different religions and professions are crowded together. The dark room can accommodate 200 people. The people in the place do not pay attention to privacy and sleep on the floor.
The fight for killing among the Jianghu people is also a long matter. In the eyes of these people, there is nothing more practical than a sword.