"Pan Lv Er, if Old Manager Deng knew you were in touch with your friends, he'd break all three of your legs!"
Zheng Qing, as if grasping some significant leverage, stretched his hand in front of the young manager of Spring Reviving Hall and squinted, "The usual rules, you know."
Speaking of usual rules, it was actually just a euphemistic way of blackmail.
Since Old Manager Deng strictly forbade Deng Xiaoxian from adventuring outside, San You Bookstore became the hiding place for Deng Xiaoxian's foreign parcels and letters for a while. However, every time he asked Zheng Qing for help, he would always give the boy something in return.
Sometimes it was an old copper coin, sometimes a beautiful piece of scale armor, and other times, some strangely shaped little bugs, such as two-headed mosquitoes, palm-sized fly skins, bees encased in amber, and so on.
This give-and-take had cultivated a habit in Zheng Qing: before keeping a secret for Deng Xiaoxian, he would ask for a little favor.
