When Lin Xing returned to Qingtian City, he already had an extra bag of silver.
Just as he was thinking about buying a new set of clothes to wear to the martial arts tournament, Bai Yiyi, who was also worried about not having enough money, cheered up immediately.
"Alas, once you're in Qingtian City, you realize everything is expensive."
The Puppet Girl rushed forward and opened the package, "How much silver did Jing Shiyu give?"
"It was a loan of five hundred taels," Lin Xing corrected, "which I'll have to repay later."
"Okay, okay," Bai Yiyi said, "I'll take one hundred taels to buy some ready-made clothes, clothes for the tournament are easily torn."
Zhao Wanxi also looked pitifully at Lin Xing from the side, "Brother Lin, I would like five taels to buy some rouge and face powder..."
Lin Xing waved his hand magnanimously, "Just take what you need."
