Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Lin Ping's heart was also ice.

He was internally resistant to this wasteful behavior.

Three hundred taels of silver were exchanged for a single sound.

If this amount of money were given to ordinary people, it could support a family for several decades.

However, in order to maintain his image as a spendthrift and ensure that the city lord's mansion would have no qualms about dealing with him, he had to do this.

Lin Ping shuddered, clutching his aching chest, and said with difficulty, "Old man, do you have the guts?"

The implication was that the city lord's mansion was far more powerful than the Lin family's, and that Lin Ping enjoyed the feeling of squandering wealth, so he was going to become a son-in-law of the city lord's mansion.

Lin Fugui's eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, like a hunting tiger, and finally locked onto a black and white porcelain vase.

The porcelain vase is about half a meter tall, pure white, and decorated with black flowers and plants, resembling a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Without hesitation, Lin Fugui lifted the porcelain bottle above his head and smashed it on the ground with a loud bang, the sound even clearer than that of the jade horse.

Lin Ping's legs went weak, and his heart was bleeding. This was the most famous white-glazed black-painted porcelain from Cizhou ware, priceless.

Back then, Lin Fugui spent five hundred taels of silver to have a friend bring it back from Cizhou kiln. Even Lin Ping, that spendthrift, knew to handle it with care.

Now... now, it's been smashed to pieces!

"What a spendthrift father..."

He knew that Lin Fugui was not originally this kind of person. Lin Fugui did this to prove that the Lin family was still rich and did not want Lin Ping to become the son-in-law of the city lord's mansion.

Li Mingxuan and the others lay helplessly on the ground, struggling to breathe. What terrible things had they done?! Let these poor kids watch you two, father and son, compete in squandering your wealth.

This is not funny.

They simply can't handle this kind of high-stakes game.

Lin Ping was furious. He pointed at Da Niu and shouted, "You bastard, didn't your son-in-law tell you to exchange those five hundred taels of silver for banknotes? Hurry up and bring them out to boil water!"

Da Niu was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, and he clutched his chest tightly with both hands, unable to hand over the silver notes.

As Lin Ping approached step by step, Da Niu kept shaking his head.

Five hundred taels of silver to boil a pot of water? Who could bear that?

Seeing that Lin Fugui was about to go find something even more valuable, Lin Ping chickened out and could only use Da Niu as a shield, stepping on his chest and cursing, "You dog slave, quickly hand over the silver notes!"

"No way!" Da Niu curled up on the ground, ready to fight Lin Ping to the death. At worst, he would get a beating, which was better than losing five hundred taels of silver.

Lin Ping gave the bull's rear end a few symbolic kicks, thinking to himself, "It's quite bouncy..."

Li Mingxuan and Dali shook their heads repeatedly in fright, meaning that the silver notes were on Da Niu, and they didn't have them.

"A bunch of bastards, I'll deal with you when we get back."

Lin Ping kicked Da Niu's buttocks twice more to calm his anger, and said seriously, "I'm not leaving today, I'll come back tomorrow."

These words were practically an imperial edict. The Lin couple were so happy that they jumped for joy like children and busied themselves cleaning Lin Ping's room. They had no time to debate whether or not he should marry into the family.

"you come back."

Seeing that Lin Xiaomei was about to leave, Lin Ping shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where are you going?"

"Little sister will go to the pawnshop and pawn this sword to get some snacks for brother to go with his wine!" Lin Xiaomei said excitedly.

Lin Ping was ashamed and speechless.

Other masters value their swords more than their lives. You are a master, so why would you sell your sword to buy wine and food?

"You're such a tomboy, so careless. What if you can't buy what I like to eat? Da Niu, go buy it."

Lin Ping said with a grumpy face, and added at the end, "If you don't spend fifty taels of silver, I'll break your third leg!"

Fifty taels?

Da Niu was dumbfounded. To be honest, he really didn't know what dish could cost fifty taels of silver.

How much rice and flour would that require?

Da Niu left with a helpless expression.

Lin Xiaomei replied with a playful smile, "Brother is right. I almost spoiled your fun."

Lin Ping suddenly felt exhausted. This was much more tiring than acting. Luckily, he was a natural-born actor.

The Lin family is truly a bunch of clowns. No matter what they do, they're always right; no matter what they say, they'll obey. How are they any different from an emperor?

Lin Ping didn't even want to marry into the Chen family anymore; he figured it would be nice to just squander money at the Chen household.

However, Lin Ping had already squandered all the Lin family's wealth, and the remaining money was intended for his parents' retirement. He really didn't want to touch it anymore.

Moreover, after his marriage into the family, Lin Fugui's views have completely changed.

It's impossible to kill him just because he's a spendthrift.

To complete the mission, Lin Ping must squander his fortune at the city lord's mansion.

But the harmonious family scene before him made Lin Ping feel a little nostalgic.

He planned to stay a few more days, since it was still quite a while before the system's designated time.

He has plenty of opportunities to squander money at the city lord's mansion, so he's not in a hurry.

"Little sister, what martial arts have you learned in the past three years? Let your brother see them."

Lin Ping leaned back in his armchair, casually crossing his legs as he spoke.

To be honest, Lin Ping is relatively unfamiliar with this era.

The martial arts masters here seem to be stronger than those in any dynasty he has ever lived in.

He even believed that this was a world of intermediate or even advanced martial arts.

He wanted to get some useful information from Lin Xiaomei.

Lin Xiaomei was thrilled when Lin Ping asked her about her martial arts skills.

She had been training hard for three years in order to gain Lin Ping's approval. Now the opportunity had finally come. The long sword that was tucked at her waist appeared in her hand without her noticing. Her feet trembled slightly, and her whole body flew up.

She first did three somersaults in the air, almost crashing into the wall due to the large range of motion. Then, she pushed off the roof with her jade feet and swooped down, accompanied by a dazzling sword light.

Lin Ping was so dizzy from the light that he seemed to see a lotus flower pattern.

"How was it?" Lin Xiaomei, who landed face down, actually managed to stand up straight the moment she landed, blinking her round eyes and looking at Lin Ping with anticipation.

"Even the geese descending on the sandbank couldn't compare to this," Lin Ping thought to himself, still keeping a gloomy face as he said, "It's just a show. How could it possibly be a match for the head of the unit?"

Lin Ping had never met any experts from the Wu Kingdom, nor did he know how Lin Xiaomei's strength compared to others, so he dared not make any comparisons.

Lin Ping knew that Zhang Hongyuan was a martial arts graduate, and his strength was roughly the same as that of the head of the gang, so he compared the head of the gang with Lin Xiaomei.

"Team leader?" Lin Xiaomei was stunned, then burst out laughing. "Don't even mention the team leader, even a captain wouldn't last three moves against me!"

According to Lin Ping's understanding, a captain must pass the imperial military examination, and only a handful of people are selected each year in the entire Wu Kingdom. Lin Xiaomei's tone is a bit too arrogant.

"This girl really is... my own sister..." Lin Ping took a sip of tea, trying to appear calm. Making a fuss over nothing was not the way of a spendthrift.

Hearing this, the two foremen were not happy, as it was obvious that they were being looked down upon.

The two were still resentful after their previous encounter, feeling that Lin Xiaomei had attacked first, which was why they had suffered a defeat.

Lin Ping had an idea: why not let them have a fair and square competition?