Xu Qing now had money, so naturally he treated his good brother to find an inn and enjoy good food, drinks, and sleep.
The two of them chose not to ride horses.
Because the horses' stamina was not as good as theirs and wouldn't be as fast.
Several days passed.
The money Xu Qing took from the rich was not spent at all.
Because every time he went to settle the bill, someone had already paid for it.
On this day, Xu Qing and Zhang Junbao arrived at a small town in the Northwest.
The Northwest had many swordsmen, and even more bandits.
The two arrived at the best inn in town.
It's said to be the best because it was the only inn in the town, and they customarily served the best wine and ordered the best dishes.
Zhang Junbao: "I wonder if someone will settle the bill for us this time."
"Who cares, we're not short of money anyway." Xu Qing showed his money bag, shook it, and it made a crisp sound.
The surrounding guests, along with the servers, had their attention drawn.
