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After lunch and a short rest, I began writing down the procedures for the auction. Perhaps because of the day's travels to multiple locations, I was quite tired, and after only a short while, drowsiness overwhelmed me. Before I knew it, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally, unable to resist the sleepiness, I slumped onto the table and fell into a deep sleep. When I opened my eyes again, I found that it was completely dark.

Just then, Jin Shuai finished dinner and, feeling rather bored after waking up, suddenly remembered the bustling night market he had passed by a few days ago. On a whim, he immediately changed into simple civilian clothes and boarded a horse-drawn carriage, heading straight for the night market.

When the carriage was about to arrive at the night market, Jin Shuai got off the carriage ahead of time and instructed the servants to park the carriage properly and then come to the night market to find him.

Stepping into the night market, one is greeted by a dazzling display of lights and bustling crowds—a truly lively scene! The streets are lined with all sorts of stalls, their dazzling array of goods overwhelming the eye. Jin Shuai strolls through the market with great interest, sometimes stopping to watch the vendors enthusiastically hawking their wares, sometimes brushing past other pedestrians. Of course, he doesn't forget to sample the tempting snacks.

Along the way, Jin Shuai held the brightly colored candied hawthorn skewer in his left hand, gently biting off a piece. After chewing it carefully, he found the taste to be just ordinary, not even sweet enough. He couldn't help but frown slightly, turning his gaze to the fragrant kebab in his right hand. After eagerly taking a bite, he was greatly disappointed—the kebab without cumin! It had practically lost its soul.

Just as Jin Shuai was inwardly complaining and enjoying this rare moment of leisure, a child who looked only eight or nine years old suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. The child was dressed in tattered clothes, his face covered in dust, and his little hands were filthy. He timidly stretched out his dark little hand, looking pitifully at Jin Shuai, muttering as he asked Jin Shuai for money.

Seeing this, Jin Shuai didn't hesitate at all, taking out a few copper coins from his pocket and handing them to the little beggar. However, to the little beggar's surprise, Jin Shuai not only gave him money, but also generously gave him the candied hawthorns and roasted meat skewers he had just bought. The little beggar accepted the food, bowed deeply to Jin Shuai, and then turned and ran away as quickly as a happy little rabbit.

Jin Shuai watched the little beggar's departing figure, not paying much attention to it. After all, beggars were everywhere in this era, a common sight. So, he shook his head, no longer thinking about it, and continued his leisurely stroll through the night market.

Before he knew it, Jin Shuai had reached the end of the night market. There were no more stalls to see or do. He stopped, thought for a moment, and decided to turn back. But as soon as he turned around and hadn't taken more than a few steps, a powerful force suddenly struck him from behind, and a large hand tightly covered his mouth and nose.

Jin Shuai's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no! This is bad!" His heart pounded wildly, blood rushed to his head, and he instinctively began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from the iron grip. However, things didn't go as planned. His body was that of a teenager, far too frail, and his strength was naturally limited. Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the person behind him, let alone escape their powerful control.