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

For the next three days, Lin Ping did not leave the city lord's city, and rarely even left the city lord's mansion.

This wasn't because Lin Ping's temperament had changed drastically and he was able to be patient; rather, it was something he needed to do before secretly plotting to complete the mission.

First, he needs to prepare a nice "gift" for Su Lianlian before the eighth day of next month, so that this absurd love affair can come to a perfect end.

Secondly, the current situation of the City Lord's Mansion is not optimistic, and Lin Ping thought of offering assistance.

After all, he's about to pull off something big, which could very well destroy the city lord's mansion.

However, it would be unethical to let the City Lord's Mansion fall into ruin for the sake of one's own mission, and it would also bring karmic consequences upon oneself, affecting the rewards.

In his previous lives, Lin Ping always made proper arrangements before completing each mission, so that his mistakes would not cause irreparable losses to others.

The same was true for the Lin family. Although Qin An appeared to have squandered the family fortune, he actually left a considerable amount of wealth to Lin's parents.

Therefore, Lin Ping had been planning carefully all along.

Of course, Lin Ping wasn't idle during these three days. Besides teasing Xiao Hui, he also had a match with Jiang Yunyu.

The competition focused on archery, and Lin Ping lost five times in a row, losing a total of five hundred taels of silver.

It wasn't that he was holding back, but rather that the chubby guy really did have some skill.

In an attempt to save face, Lin Ping requested a sixth match and made special demands.

Upon hearing this unusual request, the chubby boy blushed and stammered, "Brother-in-law, is it really okay to build a wall..."

Lin Ping was a little unhappy. He turned his head and said righteously, "Of course, this is the most advanced archery technique."

The chubby boy's worldview was instantly overturned, leaving him powerless to refute and only able to give it his all.

Then... Lin Ping won, a victory that was by no means in doubt.

Patting Jiang Yunyu's head, he earnestly instructed, "Practice makes perfect. Practice a few hundred times and you'll be able to hit the mark accurately!"

The chubby boy looked at Lin Ping with envy and admiration, finally realizing that the rumors spread by Granny Zhang were true.

After winning the match, Lin Ping said seriously, "According to our previous agreement, you need to memorize an article. Which one should you choose?"

Lin Ping scratched his head, his expression one of extreme pain.

Jiang Yunyu thought to himself: This spendthrift brother-in-law is probably uneducated and can't find any good articles either.

After a painful struggle, Lin Ping casually said, "Let's recite Chapter 20 of the Doctrine of the Mean!"

The Four Books and Five Classics are the guiding principles for the imperial examinations, and the Doctrine of the Mean is one of the Four Books and is also a required text for students to memorize.

The book "The Doctrine of the Mean" has a total of thirty-three chapters, or more precisely, only thirty-three paragraphs. It can be considered merciful of Lin Ping to only ask Jiang Yunyu to memorize one chapter.

Jiang Yunyu was secretly delighted and returned to his room with a full harvest. When he opened Chapter 20 of "The Doctrine of the Mean", he wanted to curse.

The book "The Doctrine of the Mean" contains more than 3,500 characters in total, and this chapter alone accounts for more than 900 characters.

The chubby boy held the book in both hands, slumped weakly against the armchair, his eyes filled with despair. The densely packed small words seemed to fly around in his mind like flies.

However, this is a promise between men, and even if it means losing a tooth, they must swallow it.

What else can we do? Just chew on it word by word...

In the past few days, Lin Ping went to the salt refinery again, where it was already piled high with white salt, at least several hundred bushels.

Since Jiang Yunying revealed Lin Ping's identity, his status in the city has greatly increased, and his behavior has become more unscrupulous, making him even more deserving of the reputation of a spendthrift.

Three days later, Lin Ping was summoned by the city lord again.

If it were Jiang Yunyu, he would definitely be terrified, but Lin Ping was calm and even a little expectant.

"Your son-in-law greets Father."

Lin Ping bowed deeply, his face beaming with a smile.

Jiang Yunyu stood cautiously beside the city lord, feeling both joy and fear upon seeing Lin Ping.

The good news was that he finally got to see his interesting brother-in-law again, but the bad news was that he would get beaten up whenever Lin Ping showed up.

The city lord probably disliked Lin Ping's obsequious smile, and he didn't want his descendants to become such sycophants.

The city lord's position was earned through real battles; how could he rely on putting on a smiling face to gain temporary peace?

The city lord's wife glanced at the city lord with displeasure, then smiled at Lin Ping and said in a light voice, "Ping'er, I've called you here today to ask you to go out of the city to do something."

"Going out of town on business?"

Jiang Yunyu immediately perked up, his eyes shining.

He was, after all, the only male in the city lord's mansion, and was about to come of age. He had repeatedly requested to go out of the city to handle affairs, but his requests were repeatedly rejected. He never expected that Lin Ping, a spendthrift, would be entrusted with such an important task as soon as he arrived.

In fact, even if the city lord's wife hadn't said anything, Lin Ping could roughly guess what it was about.

Although the city lord rarely leaves the city lord's mansion, he has many spies in Huai'an City, and in the past few days, he has heard a lot of rumors about the city lord's mansion.

The common people generally say that the city lord's mansion is full of talented people and has amazing wealth. The city lord loves the people like his own children and spares no expense to educate them.

Over the years, the city lord's mansion has gradually faded from people's sight. The city lord only thinks about preserving the legacy left by his ancestors and dares not dream of being respected by the people or expanding the territory.

But he was, after all, the city lord, with the most noble blood flowing through his veins. How could he not have any ambition? Now, hearing the people's praise, a glimmer of hope was faintly ignited within him.

The source of this hope was Lin Ping. Perhaps this spendthrift son could accomplish some tasks that ordinary people could not, so they sought him out.

"I wonder why Father sent his son-in-law out of the city?"

Lin Ping's carefree smile faded, replaced by a serious expression.

Although the city lord had a stern and grumpy face, Lin Ping couldn't just flatter his mother-in-law and neglect his father-in-law.

The city lord's expression improved considerably, and his tone became calm as he said slowly, "The people have no salt to eat right now. Go and sell the salt you've refined these past few days at a low price."

Lin Ping had long heard that the city lord loved his people like his own children, and now it seemed that the rumors were true.

Lin Ping had a general understanding of the predicament of the city lord's mansion, but even so, the city lord would not make a fortune from salt.

"Father, rest assured, this son-in-law is best at squandering money!"

Lin Ping clasped his hands in a fist salute and answered in a serious tone.

I'm not at all relieved...

The city lord cursed inwardly: I told you to sell at a low price, not to give it away for free. At the very least, you have to break even!

The city lord's mansion is already in dire financial straits; giving away salt for free would only make matters worse.

Of course, these words couldn't be spoken aloud, lest this spendthrift son-in-law look down on him.

The city lord suddenly regretted it. He didn't know what had gotten into him that he had thought of sending a spendthrift son to sell things.

Lin Ping was a sure-fire opportunist; before the city lord could change his mind, he walked out of the hall, and even Jiang Yunyu secretly slipped away.

"Madam, do you think I've done something wrong?"

The city lord shook his head and asked, looking utterly exhausted.

A city lord of such stature, not only idly huddled in the city, but also worrying about a few taels of silver; where is the spirit of a man?

The city lord's wife covered the city lord's mouth with her delicate hand, her eyes full of tenderness, her voice sweet and gentle: "Whatever my husband does is right!"

The two then went to the bedroom, seemingly to discuss some philosophical questions about life...

After leaving the house, Lin Ping quickly gathered Li Mingxuan and the others, but the two gang leaders had been replaced by two captains, who were even more imposing, presumably because of the assassination attempt on Lin Ping last time.

Lin Ping was immediately moved. Although Jiang Yunying's attitude towards him was cold, she was secretly caring for him.

"Lin Ping, you can't fall for her! This is a battle to protect our love!"

Lin Ping steadied himself and made a silent resolution that he must not be moved by the Iron-Faced Princess's concern.

When Lin Ping arrived at the salt refinery, two to three hundred shi of salt had already been loaded onto five carts, clearly an arrangement made by the city lord.

The coachmen all bowed and scraped when they saw Lin Ping, not daring to offend this vindictive son-in-law.

Lin Ping was quite satisfied with this, and just as he was about to get into his luxurious carriage, Jiang Yunyu came running over, panting.

"Brother-in-law, wait for me, wait for me..."

The chubby boy clutched his stomach with one hand and waved his other hand forward. He wasn't moving fast at all, but he was exhausted, just like a dead dog. Clearly, he had worked hard last night.

"You've figured it out? You've come to ask your brother-in-law for Xiaohui's corset?"

Lin Ping grinned slyly and said without any hesitation.

The chubby boy's face turned green, his rapid breathing turned into a violent cough, and he kept muttering to himself: Brother-in-law, please don't get me into trouble. How can you say such a thing in public? It would be terrible if it got back to my father.

He is the heir of the city lord's mansion, bearing heavy responsibilities.

It's one thing if he doesn't study normally, but he also learns all sorts of random things from Lin Ping.

If this matter is exposed, he will probably be beaten to death.

Li Mingxuan and the others delivered outstanding performances, all looking at the sky as if they hadn't heard a thing.

The chubby boy shook his head like a rattle-drum. After his breathing calmed down a bit, he leaned close to Lin Ping's ear and whispered, "Brother-in-law, I want to leave the city too!"

Jiang Yunyu has hardly ever left the city in his life, like a canary trapped in a cage, yearning for the outside world.

Lin Ping was in a dilemma. If the city lord found out, he would also be implicated.

Just as Lin Ping was about to refuse, the chubby boy glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Brother-in-law, are you afraid of being punished by Father?"

A provocation? This chubby kid is something else!

Lin Ping's skin was thicker than a city wall, so he was completely immune to this kind of provocation. Then, he was powerless to refuse the little fat boy's next words.

The chubby boy grinned mischievously and said in a very soft voice, "I can steal my sister's dress..."

Lin Ping was stunned. He looked at Jiang Yunyu with disdain and cursed inwardly: "Are you out of your mind? How dare you steal the Iron-Faced Princess's dress?"

Lin Ping solemnly reprimanded, "This kind of thing is a one-time exception. Get in the car!"