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"What else did Wang Mang say?"

Chen Mo asked again.

"He didn't say anything, I really don't know, please spare me, sir..."

The robber continued to beg for mercy.

"Alright, I'll let you go this time. Go back and tell Wang Mang that he'll be the next one to die."

Chen Mo suddenly said in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, the robber thought he had misheard, and repeatedly kowtowed in thanks before climbing into the mountains.

But the next moment, an arrow pierced through his body.

The bandit leader's eyes widened instantly, but before he could react, he was stabbed in the heart and died completely.

Looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, Sun Dazhu turned pale and leaned against a tree trunk, panting heavily, completely unable to catch his breath.

Hunting prey is fine on ordinary days, but killing someone with his own hands today inevitably makes him a little flustered.

But Sun Dazhu wasn't stupid; he knew that in chaotic times, one had to be ruthless, or else he would be the one to die.

If it weren't for Chen Mo, I might have died long ago.

Chen Mo walked up to the several seriously injured robbers, and with a swift and clean motion, finished them off with his knife.

"Dazhu, come and help."

Chen Mo's eyes were cold, and his heart was completely unmoved.

In his eyes, these robbers were no different from livestock.

If even one of them escapes today, Chen Mo will be the one to suffer.

To prevent future troubles, we must eliminate them completely to avoid any risks.

Sun Dazhu, enduring his discomfort, walked over and, together with Chen Mo, dragged the corpses to a nearby location and covered them up.

After clearing the road, Chen Mo immediately left with Sun Dazhu.

"Mo, Brother Mo... the Wang family is so ruthless."

A hint of hatred crept into Sun Dazhu's eyes.

They had been bullied by the Wang family time and time again, and now the other party actually wanted their lives.

Tolerable or unbearable!

"Since the Wang family has done this, then don't blame us for being impolite."

Chen Mo's eyes were icy cold.

"We need to be more vigilant in the future; they certainly won't let this go so easily."

"I know, Brother Mo, I'll do whatever you say."

Sun Dazhu now trusts Chen Mo completely.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally returned to the village entrance.

Seeing the familiar scene, Sun Dazhu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Instead of heading home, they went to the secret spot at the foot of the mountain.

Chen Mo lifted the hay on the cart, revealing the silver tightly wrapped underneath.

He took half and handed it to Sun Dazhu.

"Here's sixty taels in total. Take it and make sure to hide it well."

Chen Mo gave his instructions.

Sun Dazhu quickly waved his hand and said, "Brother Mo, there's no need for so much. You killed the tiger yourself, and you're the one who got the bounty. I was just helping out, how can I take so much?"

"Take it if I tell you to."

Chen Mo didn't waste any words with him and simply placed it in his hand.

"In that case, I'll take a little less; fifty taels will be enough."

Sun Dazhu took out a few silver ingots from his package and put them into Chen Mo's package.

These days, following Chen Mo, he has gone from almost starving to living a very comfortable life, and he doesn't covet too much.

Seeing his reluctance, Chen Mo didn't say anything more, but advised him again: "Remember to keep this money safe, don't tell anyone, and don't mention the tiger."

Seeing Chen Mo's serious expression, Sun Dazhu nodded repeatedly: "Definitely, Brother Mo, don't worry."

"Alright, go back now, be careful."

"Okay, then I'll go up the mountain to find my dad first."

After saying this, the two parted ways.

Chen Mo pushed the cart and first returned home.

As soon as I pushed open the courtyard gate, I saw Chen Ling'er sitting in front of the gate waiting.

Upon seeing Chen Mo return, the worry on his face instantly vanished, and he rushed forward, saying, "Brother, you're finally back."

"Where's Dad?"

Chen Mo put down the cart, closed the courtyard gate tightly, then took out the wrapped silver and went into the house.

Before leaving home, he said he might be gone for two or three days, so his family didn't worry too much.

"Dad's resting inside. Brother, what's this?"

Chen Ling'er looked at the thing in Chen Mo's hand with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing, just some odds and ends I bought in town. You go cook first, I'll carry the things inside."

"All right."

Chen Ling'er didn't think much of it and turned to go to the kitchen.

"father."

Chen Mo walked into the room and put the things on the table.

"What did you go to town for?"

Chen Dashan sat on the wooden couch, looking at Chen Mo with a solemn expression.

His son had been acting strangely these past few days, which made him very worried.

"It's nothing, just taking care of some business."

Chen Mo said casually again.

Chen Dashan frowned slightly. Seeing that Chen Mo was still unwilling to tell the truth, he couldn't help but look at the package on the table.

Judging from the way Chen Mo moved it in just now, that thing was quite heavy.

"What is that?"

Chen Dashan inquired.

Chen Mo did not answer, but slowly closed the door and lowered the window.

"What happened?"

Chen Dashan couldn't help but stand up.

Chen Mo opened the package, revealing the gleaming silver inside.

Upon seeing the money in front of him, Chen Dashan's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Where did you get this...?"

Chen Dashan asked in a low voice.

He had lived most of his life and had never seen so much silver.

Back then, I scrimped and saved, only managing to save a tiny bit for my coffin.

But Chen Mo has only been gone for two days, and he's already made so much money. Maybe...

"Father, it's a long story. Please help me hide all of these."

Chen Mo remained silent, counting the silver coins in front of him.

He separated the silver ingots from the loose silver, and then rummaged through the corner of the wall to find a few small earthenware jars, filling them with some of the loose silver.

Chen Dashan watched his movements and became even more suspicious.

Could it be that my son has gone to commit murder and arson?

Otherwise, how could they have gotten so much money?

Although he was very puzzled, Chen Dashan chose to remain silent and helped his son hide the silver.

Chen Mo carefully selected several hidden compartments and hid the silver in several different places.

Now is not the time to spend this money; we must save it for unforeseen circumstances.

After doing all this, Chen Mo finally relaxed completely.

He turned around and saw Chen Dashan standing behind him.

The father's expression was extremely grave, his eyes filled with worry. Only after Chen Mo sat down did he slowly speak, "Mo'er, tell your father honestly, how did you obtain these?"

Chen Mo poured his father a glass of water before whispering, "Dad, Da Zhu and I killed that tiger in Black Wind Ridge."

"What?!"

Chen Dashan's hands trembled, and he suddenly looked up at Chen Mo with a look of surprise.

"You two...killed the tiger?"

"right."

Chen Mo nodded and briefly told his father about his encounter with General Zhao at Black Wind Ridge and the receipt of the reward money.

However, he deliberately concealed the fact that he had been a robber, and he didn't want his father to know that he had killed someone again.

After listening, Chen Dashan remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, he felt that his son was even more unfamiliar.

The timid eldest son from before actually possesses such abilities.

"But so much money, while it sounds like a good thing, isn't necessarily a blessing in these days..."

Chen Dashan sighed heavily.

Having lived to such an old age, he understands very well the saying that the taller the tree, the more the wind will blow against it.