Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 13 Forced Buying and Selling

"What happened?"

At this mont, Jiang Fan and Su Weiwei exchanged glances, both feeling that sothing serious must have happened; otherwise, the crying wouldn't be so mournful.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan suppressed the ripples in his heart and walked out of the house.

He saw a black coffin unexpectedly placed at the entrance of the ng Family not far away.

Uncle ng's wife, Sister-in-law ng, was wearing white mourning clothes, her eyes red and kneeling on the ground crying.

Her son, ng Tie, was also kneeling on the ground, clenching his fists, his face full of tears.

However, more than that was anger and hatred.

The surrounding neighbors also ca out one after another, their expressions numb, feeling a shared sorrow for the loss, deeply grieving.

"Uncle ng died?"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan was shocked, the entire ng Family was dressed in mourning clothes, and recalling what happened the day before yesterday, the outco was self-evident.

"Alas, Old ng really had it rough, being badly beaten by the Dragon King Gang, severely injured. We thought he could pull through, but he died because he couldn't afford the dical expenses due to his severe injuries."

Song Fugui sighed helplessly.

Originally, Uncle ng didn't have to die if he could get proper treatnt.

But the money of the ng Family had long been taken away by the Dragon King Gang, no dical expenses left.

As a result, Uncle ng, unable to afford treatnt, could only go ho to recuperate.

Then, in just one night, he died because of his severe injuries.

A human life, in this era, is so cheap, like an ant.

"Old ng worked hard all his life, got up early and stayed up late for fishing, braving the elents, tirelessly every day, yet only earned a few taels of silver. But the bastards of the Dragon King Gang wanted even that little money, and even beat Old ng to death."

"Those bastards from the Dragon King Gang really deserve to die."

"Shut up, if those from the Dragon King Gang hear us, what good will it do us?"

"Just saying, could that lead to disaster too?"

"Heh, do you really think those from the Dragon King Gang care about reasoning?"

"Alas, let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it."

The villagers of Osmanthus Village discussed animatedly, each with a sorrowful, helpless look.

They also wanted to help Old ng's family, but alas they were powerless.

"This."

Hearing this, Jiang Fan clenched his fists, feeling a surge of sadness. This is the plight of the poor in chaotic tis; a single accident can destroy their ho and ruin them.

Uncle ng did nothing wrong; he was just an honest, stuttering fisherman, working hard all his life.

Yet it was only because of the greed of the Dragon King Gang that led to his death.

Zheng Wenbing really deserved to die and should be torn apart.

Fortunately, that guy was already slain by , and even his corpse fed to the wild wolves.

I hope Uncle ng's spirit in heaven could find so solace.

"The Old ng Family is now only left with a widow and a child; the days ahead will be tough."

"Yeah, they might not even be able to pay next month's monthly salary."

"Without Old ng, the veteran fisherman, how much fish can they catch? Can the young ng Tie manage?"

"If they can't pay, there might be another beating."

"Sigh, we're all villagers here; if we can help, we should."

"You heartless one, still wanting to give money to Qian Laong's family, when we don't even have grain at ho. Trying to play the good guy, do you want to starve our family?"

"I didn't an that; I can't afford money, but a few pieces of flatbread could be a token of goodwill."

"Yes, we've been neighbors for dozens of years."

The villagers discussed animatedly, negotiating how much money to give.

Jiang Fan listened quietly on the side. Although he still had a lot of money on him, he wouldn't play the fool.

The ng Family indeed was pitiable and lived very hard.

But isn't everyone struggling in this world? Who isn't pitiful?

If he exposes his wealth, it might not be a good thing.

Rather, it might bring unforeseen disasters.

Staying unremarkable and blending in was the best way to live in Osmanthus Village.

Now, he couldn't do anything; being able to take care of his small family was his limit.

At this mont, each villager went forward to pay respects to Uncle ng and gave so token money.

Jiang Fan also stepped forward, following the crowd.

"Thank you, thank you."

ng Tie knelt on the ground, his gaze empty, seemingly in utter despair.

He chanically repeated thanks.

I guess he hadn't recovered from the blow of his father's death.

"Alas."

Seeing this, Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow in his heart.

There was a ti when ng Tie was also a high-spirited young man, who said he planned to learn martial arts and beco a renowned hero.

But now, it had co to this.

And this scene made Jiang Fan even more determined to gain powerful strength.

In these chaotic tis, all skills are worthless.

No matter how much money you earn, it's aningless, all temporary.

If there's no powerful strength, none of this can be safeguarded.

It would just be making wedding clothes for others.

So, the Luck Points on him couldn't be spent recklessly; they could only be used to improve his martial arts power.

After paying respects to Uncle ng, Jiang Fan walked out from the ng Family.

"Xiaojiang, have you thought over that matter from last ti?"

"Are you considering selling your Upturned Boat?"

At this mont, a young man, covered in spots, around twenty-five or six years old, approached; his attire was casually put together, looking very nonchalant.

He was none other than the infamous idler of Osmanthus Village—Guo Mazi.

This person wasted his days idling in the village, living by stealing and pilfering.

Yet, he was quite sociable and familiar with so mbers of the Dragon King Gang.

So even though he was detested by both man and ghost in the village, not many dared to offend him.

He ca directly in front of Jiang Fan.

"No need, my family's Upturned Boat is not for sale."

Jiang Fan shook his head firmly.

It's worth noting that his family's Upturned Boat was bought with the accumulation of three generations, quite valuable.

For fishern, boats are their livelihood, practically essential.

So fishern, due to poverty, can only rent boats from the Dragon King Gang, facing further exploitation.

They barely make ends et.

But for fishern who own a boat, it's entirely different. They avoid the Dragon King Gang's exploitation, earning much more than other fishern.

If not driven to absolute poverty, no fisherman would possibly sell their ans of livelihood.

If that were all, it would be fine. But this Guo Mazi, utterly despicable, wanted to buy his Upturned Boat at the price of a simple boat, practically daylight robbery.

"Oh, it's rumored that your family's money has long been exhausted."

"If this month's fishing yields no results, you won't even be able to pay next month's monthly salary."

"And I've offered a very high price."

"After all, your family's Upturned Boat has been in use for so many years, old and ragged, it can't fetch a high price at all."

"If not for considering you as a fellow villager, I wouldn't have offered such a high price."

"If next month, the Dragon King Gang cos, and you can't pay the monthly salary."

"The price won't be the sa."

Guo Mazi spoke with a tone laced with threats.