And the remaining silver, enough for his monthly expenses elsewhere, could only afford him a cramped space in the worst room here, and only for two or three days.
Wang Anfeng took out the money pouch, weighed it, then silently placed it into his bosom, raising his eyes to look at a lush tree not far away, seriously contemplating the possibility of sleeping in the tree during winter and how to evade the night patrols of the Ministry of Punishment's martial soldiers to avoid being mistaken for a thief—two major life issues.
Just at that moment, the skinny horse beside him neighed twice, and Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze, soothing the horse. He saw two people rushing from the alley entrance, one in the lead with agile steps, running wildly, the one behind was a short and fat man gasping for breath, shouting hysterically:
"Money! My treasure!"
"Stop! Stop right there!"
Robber?
