Morning.
Si Caogui was wiping the carriage near the side door.
Suddenly, without turning his head, he lashed out with a backward kick, and a cry of pain came from behind. Chen Ertong clutched his abdomen, his face flush with anger, exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
Si Caogui turned around, expressionless: "What are you sneaking up for?"
Chen Ertong took a while to recover and handed over a string of money: "Where did Chen Ji go yesterday?"
Si Caogui didn't take the money, crossing his arms as he glared at him: "Just this much?"
Chen Ertong widened his eyes: "The one hundred taels given yesterday is enough for you for a few years, what more do you want?"
Si Caogui shook his head: "One hundred taels, not a single tael less."
"Dream on, there's not even one tael now," Chen Ertong made to leave, but no one stopped him as he reached the alley's entrance.
