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

This is 600 shi of salt; how could it possibly leave quietly under everyone's watchful eyes?

"This madman actually sold the salt!" Someone in the crowd shouted. Anyway, Lin Ping remembered his face and would take advantage of the opportunity to swindle him.

Lin Ping not only likes to fleece sheep, but he also likes to fleece any sheep he can catch.

This statement had a butterfly effect, and everyone rushed towards Lin Ping.

Why would someone choose to buy 140 taels of salt when there are only 50 taels available? Are they out of their mind?

They dared not offend the Salt Transport Commissioner?

Are you kidding me? When it comes to profit, the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office is nothing but a fart.

In an instant, the salt transport magistrate's area was deserted; there was not a single living person in sight, only a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough..." The salt transport magistrate choked on the dust and coughed incessantly, thinking to himself, "Could it be that Lin Ping is really not afraid of death? Charging headlong into the spearhead, isn't he afraid that the testicle in his neck will be pierced?"

Not only was he surprised, but even the salt commissioner was dumbfounded and said coldly, "Let's go!"

With Lin Ping offering such a low price, it seems unlikely that he will be able to sell his thousand shi of salt. Is he really going to humiliate himself here?

Those who had bought salt in advance sat down on the ground. Their money didn't grow on trees, and they had been swindled out of over a thousand taels of silver. Their hearts, livers, spleens, and stomachs ached.

The only thing that doesn't hurt is my kidneys. After losing so much money, where would I get the money to go looking for women?

Lin Ping was selling salt with laughter and joy, and wealthy merchants were buying salt with great enthusiasm, but Zhou Yecheng sat on the ground and wept bitterly.

He wouldn't dare to step in and stop them; he'd be torn to shreds by these wealthy businessmen.

In less than a quarter of an hour, all two thousand shi of salt were sold, and Lin Ping was overjoyed to have the heavy weight of 100,000 taels of silver notes in his hands.

"Two hundred thousand taels of silver gone just like that?" Despite the sweltering summer heat, Zhou Yecheng gasped for breath, his heart sinking into a chill.

Lin Ping strode up to Zhu Xiaoji and said calmly, "This is 100,000 taels. The Zhou family still owes the city lord's mansion 200,000 taels."

The money was paid promptly and without any hesitation.

Zhou Yecheng collapsed to the ground, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, wishing he could immediately sever all ties with Lin Ping.

The money was borrowed by you, so why should it be attributed to the Zhou family?

Do you think I, Zhou Yecheng, am someone with 200,000 taels of silver?

Zhou Yecheng kept slapping himself, cursing, "Serves you right for being greedy and talking too much! You deserve to die!"

If he hadn't been greedy, why would he have asked Lin Ping to buy salt, ultimately resulting in a net loss of 200,000 taels?

"Awesome! We admire you!" No one dared not give Lin Ping a thumbs up; some even wanted to kneel down and worship him.

Two hundred thousand taels of silver in a single transaction, what kind of son-in-law is that...? Shouldn't we beat him to death while he's still hot?

Some wealthy businessmen with daughters quickly hid them away, not wanting them to marry off prematurely. Even if a marriage was arranged, they would observe them for eight to ten years.

Some people even decided not to let their daughters marry anyone with the surname Lin, nor to speak to anyone with the surname Lin, lest they be led astray.

It was about to rain, so Lin Ping went into town. He hurried home to pick up his daughter, in case she got wet.

"Why are you all running away? I don't eat people." Lin Ping asked doubtfully, "Do I look that fierce?"

"No, no, no!" Zhu Xiaoji shook her head repeatedly. "You don't look fierce at all, you're just too silly."

If it weren't for the fear of exposing their relationship, Lin Ping would have definitely kicked his testicles to pieces.

He whispered in Zhu Xiaoji's ear, "Go to Jinmanlou and exchange all these 220,000 taels of silver notes for cash."

Zhu Xiaoji nodded, and from his emphasized tone, it was clear that Yinmanzhuang was in trouble. Master Ping was going to stir up trouble all over Yingtian Prefecture.

Zhou Yecheng was practically carried back, lying on the bed like a dead dog; he was said to be ill.

"It's good that he's sick, so he won't cause trouble all the time." Lin Ping wasn't too worried. With his medical skills, how could he not cure such a minor illness?

His illness doesn't need treatment at all; he'll be fine once he earns back the money in a few days.

"Why would my husband lose money in a business?" Zhou Xiyin asked curiously in the middle of the night.

"We didn't lose money, we just spent the whole day shouting and hawking," Lin Ping replied casually.

"Why didn't they compensate us? But we still owe the City Lord's Mansion 200,000 taels of silver. What if they come to collect the debt?" Zhou Xiyin asked, pouting.

To be honest, she also strongly disagreed with Lin Ping's actions today.

"If you were not satisfied, why didn't you say so at the time?" Lin Ping didn't care about the money; he only cared about what Zhou Xiyin was thinking.

This woman is too magnanimous; she just watched two hundred thousand taels of silver go down the drain without saying a word.

“If you raise objections in front of outsiders, how will my husband maintain his standing in Yingtian Prefecture? He will surely be branded as someone who is afraid of his wife,” Zhou Xiyin said, turning her head.

Lin Ping felt a surge of emotion. Just to prevent him from becoming infamous, he was willing to lose 200,000 taels of silver.

This woman is so adorably silly, it's heartbreaking.

Besides, is it shameful to be afraid of one's wife? Lin Ping didn't think so.

"Hmph, who dares to come and collect debts? Break their legs!" Lin Ping said angrily.

“He’s the city lord, with ten thousand private troops…” Zhou Xiyin hesitated, clearly afraid of dampening Lin Ping’s ambitions.

How can you call a man out when he's bragging? Just keep it to yourself.

"So what if he's the city lord? Doesn't he still have to be subservient to me? Besides, this salt mine is mine. They're just guards. Earning a little bit of hard work is already a huge favor. If he weren't the wife's father, I wouldn't give him a single penny," Lin Ping said with a face full of disdain.

Zhou Xiyin didn't believe a word of the first part of the sentence, not even the punctuation, but she had to listen to the second half because she knew that the "wife" in this sentence referred to Jiang Yunying.

"What exactly is Sister Yunying's identity?" Zhou Xiyin finally grasped the key point.

Previously, she had only heard about the relationship between the two and did not know Jiang Yunying's true identity.

“Naturally, she is the princess of Jiangcheng, the city lord’s daughter,” Lin Ping replied casually, as if he remembered telling Zhou Xiyin about her identity.

"Sister Yunying is the city lord's daughter?" A strange sense of disappointment flashed in Zhou Xiyin's eyes.

Lin Ping did mention that he was marrying into the family, but he didn't specifically mention the city lord's mansion. Zhou Xiyin mistakenly thought that Jiang Yunying was just the daughter of a wealthy merchant with a good family background.

She had thought that Jiang Yunying had only known Lin Ping a few days earlier than her and that their feelings were a little deeper. She believed that as long as she was willing to work hard and push herself, she could eventually regain some balance.

But now that they know Jiang Yunying's high and mighty status, it's like comparing a phoenix to a sparrow.

She was just the daughter of a salt merchant; how could she compare to the daughter of a city lord? No wonder she couldn't impress Lin Ping.

Her heart was breaking. She kept telling herself not to compete with Jiang Yunying for his affections, but she still couldn't control the bitterness in her heart.

"My husband is so lucky to have married such an outstanding woman as Sister Yunying." Zhou Xiyin forced a smile, but inside she was crying her eyes out.

"Of course, my wife and I are deeply in love and perfectly in sync. We are a match made in heaven," Lin Ping said proudly, without considering Zhou Xiyin's feelings.

Is it really okay to lavish praise on another woman, or even use a tone of public displays of affection, in front of a woman who likes you?