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Chapter 541 Fang La at Shili Slope, Yuhang

"Second brother, the steamed buns here are two copper coins more expensive than back home."

"Brother, the Jiangnan region is a prosperous place, so prices are naturally higher."

"We're almost there. After resting tonight, we'll reach Hangzhou tomorrow," Wu Dalang said.

Wu Song pushed the cart with one arm, while Wu Dalang sat on it, with the white tiger skin spread out on the cart.

The two stopped to rest at an inn by the roadside. Instead of asking for a room, they slept in the woodshed in the backyard of the inn, carefully guarding the white tiger skin on the cart.

Wu Dalang was a jack-of-all-trades and had seen the hunters in the county make fur coats. He helped Wu Song process the white tiger skin meticulously, scraping off the tiger meat, cleaning off the dirt, combing the fur neatly, salting it to dehydrate it, and finding some medicinal herbs to repel insects and remove the odor. He then laid it flat to air dry.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Wu Song and Wu Dalang settled their overnight bill and continued their journey toward Hangzhou. Before setting off, they carefully asked the innkeeper about the auspicious day.

Every day, Wu Song counted down the days to hurry on his journey, afraid of being too late and missing his chance.

Fortunately, they rushed there, and in three days, on the day of the Heroes' Gathering on the 18th of August, they would arrive in Hangzhou on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were far fewer pedestrians on the streets, as most people were already at home reuniting with their families.

Wu Song and Wu Dalang didn't think there was anything wrong with spending the Mid-Autumn Festival on the road.

For the two brothers, anywhere can be considered home as long as they are together.

There was a teahouse on Shili Slope, about ten miles from Hangzhou, where Wu Song stopped and ordered a pot of tea.

The two brothers, Wu Song and his brother, were so unique that no one else resting in the teahouse dared to disturb them.

"Whose cart is this? It's blocking the road."

"I'll move my cart for you."

A man was leading a donkey cart, which was loaded with lacquerware furniture.

"What the hell is this? It's even being pulled around on a cart," the burly man said casually.

“What the hell? This thing could kill you!” Wu Song retorted.

"What could possibly kill me?" the big man laughed at Wu Song.

"Eh."

Wu Dalang tapped Wu Song's knee, and Wu Song suppressed his fighting spirit out of respect for his brother.

Seeing Wu Song back down, the man leading the donkey cart reached out and touched the white tiger skin on the cart.

"Is this tiger skin?" The man's expression immediately changed.

“Otherwise what? Did you think it was a fox fur?” Wu Song said.

"White animal skin, I really thought it was a fox skin, I never imagined it was a white tiger skin." The man laughed.

"This is indeed a deadly thing."

"Where did you get this? Are you sending it to the Heroes' Gathering?" The man leading the donkey cart stopped walking, his cart now blocking the road.

"I killed the tiger, it wasn't something I brought here," Wu Song said proudly.

"With just your one arm?"

"I traded this tiger's life for my left arm," Wu Song said.

"If it's true, that's truly remarkable. He deserves to be called a tiger-slaying hero," said the man leading the donkey.

“I also want to go to the Heroes’ Gathering. I have a donkey-drawn cart, and you happen to have an empty cart. Why don’t we go together?”

"My name is Wu Song. What's your name?" Wu Song asked.

"I am a native of Qingxi County, Hangzhou. My name is Fang La, but my friends call me Fang Shisan," Fang La replied to Wu Song.

"What have you done that makes you a hero?" Wu Song asked Fang La.

"Just a few months ago, I decisively beheaded a beast named Zhu Mian who was plundering the local precious stones, emulating the chivalrous hero Wang Jin in killing the traitor Gao Qiu," Fang La said calmly.

"Huh?" "But didn't the great hero Wang Jin make Emperor Zhao cancel the Flower and Stone Tribute?" Wu Song asked.

"Hmph! So what if it's canceled? Does that mean things that happened before are forgotten?"

“That Zhu Mian is extremely despicable; I could talk about his evil deeds for a whole day and night without finishing,” Fang La said to Wu Song.

"Didn't you get into trouble with the authorities?" Wu Song asked again.

"What lawsuit?" Fang La smiled.

“The county magistrate didn’t dare let anyone know that I killed Zhu Mian, and he certainly didn’t dare to report the matter. He just recorded that Zhu Mian died suddenly of a serious illness at home.”

"Why are you bringing such a cart full of furniture to the Heroes' Gathering?" Wu Song asked Fang La, puzzled.

"Attending the Heroes' Tournament won't interfere with my business."

“I have a lacquer tree garden at home, and these lacquer furniture pieces are made with the lacquer from my garden. After selling these furniture pieces, the money won't just be mine; it will also go to the carpenters and lacquerers, more than twenty mouths in total waiting for this money.”

"You killed Zhu Mian, but didn't you take any valuables from his house?" Wu Song asked.

“I made him vomit back where he ate,” Fang La said to Wu Song.

"A true hero, a true hero!" Wu Song bowed to Fang La.

"where."

"I just feel that I haven't done enough."

"Everyone says that Jiangnan is prosperous, but why can't our Qingxi County become rich?" Fang La said.

“But I don’t think we can get rich just by selling lacquerware and furniture,” Wu Song said.

“I know that, but if we don’t sell, we won’t get a single penny.”

"The Heroes' Gathering is not only a chance to meet heroes from all over the world, but also a great opportunity to do business," Fang La said to Wu Song.

"If you're willing to part with it, Brother Wu Song, this tiger skin of yours might be worth a thousand gold pieces."

"I won't sell it."

Fang La glanced at Wu Song's side, his gaze sweeping over Wu Dalang from head to toe.

"Is this person also going to the Heroes' Gathering?"

"This is my older brother, who shares the same parents. We brothers became orphans when I was very young, and it was my older brother who raised me."

"My own brother?" Fang La's face was filled with disbelief.

“That’s right, he’s my older brother. We brothers really don’t look alike,” Wu Song said.

"He is a true hero." Fang La said admiringly to Wu Dalang, bowing respectfully in return.

Fang La and Wu Song had a deep conversation, and Wu Song felt that this Fang Thirteen, Fang La, admired him very much.

Fang La attached Wu Song's cart to the back of his own donkey cart. Wu Song and Wu Dalang guarded the tiger skin, while he led the donkey ahead. The three of them went to Hangzhou together.

"Thirteenth Brother, your truckload of furniture is sure to sell well. I've never seen such beautiful furniture before."

Wu Song also touched the furniture on Fang La's cart with his right hand.

“Otherwise, why would Zhu Mian come to my Qingxi County to plunder the tribute of flowers and stones? My Qingxi County has many skilled craftsmen,” Fang La replied from the front.

Fang La bypassed the east gate and headed towards the south gate. Wu Song, puzzled, rushed forward and blocked Fang La's path.

"Why don't we go into the city?" Wu Song asked Fang La.

"Brother Wu Song, you don't know this, but to register for the Heroes' Gathering, you must first go to the south gate and find Shi Jin, the Nine-Tattooed Dragon, the disciple of the great hero Wang Jin. Otherwise, you'll be here for nothing."

Fang La was a native of Hangzhou, so he didn't need to inquire about the details of the Heroes' Gathering.

(End of this chapter)