Silver. Several carts full of silver.
Top Scholar Lv had already guessed from the deeply pressed wheel tracks that the carts were hauling something heavy, but he never imagined it would be silver!
Just how much silver is that? If they gave me a little, I could open several opera houses, easy!
While Top Scholar Lv was staring in shock, the wind-blown curtain finally fell back down.
The nuns clearly noticed the crowd's odd behavior, but they couldn't be bothered. They just kept sitting there like big paperweights, eating away.
"Enough gawking, eat, hurry and eat. Once our stomachs are full, let's get out of here. With this much silver, something bad is bound to happen."
Surrounding the two wagons in a half-circle, the Lv's Troupe got right back to their meal.
Of course, their honored guest Zhao Wu was not left out—he got all the Mantou and salted duck eggs he could handle. It didn't matter if Zhao Wu said no; he was getting them either way.
