Back at Peace Town, Jiang Ming sold the herbs he had collected in the Wang family's medicine shop, then walked to Old Jiang's bar with the empty herb basket on his back.
"Ever since the war in the north started, prices have soared, and business has been difficult." Jiang Ming put a few taels of silver into his pocket, but he did not look too excited.
"I have to make preparations. If I can break through to second-class, I will have enough power to protect myself. Unfortunately, it's not that easy."
As soon as he walked into the bar, he heard a customer complaining, "Mr. Jiang, how did this beer rise to two copper coins a pint? We're all regular customers!"
