Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"Young Master, where are we going?" Seeing Song Wenjie's aimless expression, Afu couldn't help but ask.

Song Wenjie said coldly, "Just follow me. Why are you talking so much?"

Afu asked cautiously, "Young Master, you seem to be in a bad mood today. Who upset you?"

Song Wenjie narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in them: "Afu, you're talking a lot today. Looks like you haven't had a beating in a while, are you itching for one?"

Ah Fu, with a mournful face, slapped himself in the mouth: "Young Master, it was all my fault for being so talkative, please forgive me!"

He knew that the young master disliked being talked about when he was in a bad mood, but he had completely forgotten about it.

Song Wenjie looked away: "Alright, look how scared you are."

Song Wenjie arrived at the knife shop, where all kinds of knives and swords were displayed. In addition to knives and swords, bows and arrows were also hanging on the wall.

"What would you like, sir?" a shopkeeper greeted.

"Give me a bow that an ordinary woman would use."

Looking at the various bows hanging on the wall, Song Wenjie was unsure which one to choose.

After all, Zhao Lian is small, and she probably couldn't pull a bow with too much force.

The shopkeeper bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, the smallest bow we have here is this one with a draw weight of 30 jin. It looks a bit small. Are you going to use it for hunting or just practice? If you're going to use it for hunting, this bow is only good for catching rabbits and pheasants at most."

"The other one is a horn bow with a draw weight of 50 jin (25 catties), which is enough to handle ordinary raccoons and wild dogs. If an ordinary girl were to use this, it would probably be a bit difficult."

Song Wenjie picked up a 50-pound horn bow and weighed it in his hand; it was far too light for him.

On the battlefield, he used a two-stone bow, which had a draw weight of 240 jin. General Feng Ao used an even heavier one, a two-stone seven-dou bow, which had a draw weight of 300 jin.

"Young master, which young lady are you buying this bow for?"

Hearing that Song Wenjie wanted to buy a bow, and that it was for a girl, Afu, fearless as ever, asked again.

Song Wenjie glanced at him sideways, which startled Afu, who quickly shut his mouth.

"Shopkeeper, let me see this bow with an 80-pound draw weight!" Song Wenjie pointed to the longbow on the wall. The shopkeeper had mentioned it had an 80-pound draw weight, and it looked quite good.

The shopkeeper reminded Song Wenjie, "Sir, this 80-pound pulling force is something most women definitely couldn't lift."

"She's no ordinary person!"

Song Wenjie suddenly remembered that his mother had said Zhao Lian was quite strong.

"Shopkeeper, I'll take this one! How much?"

Song Wenjie weighed the bow in his hand and felt it was alright. According to his mother, it should be fine for Zhao Lian.

"Sir, this bow will cost at least twenty taels of silver," the shopkeeper said hesitantly. The bow had been hanging on the wall for a long time, but no one had bothered to buy it.

Because men find it too small and women find it too big, this creates an awkward situation where it just won't sell.

Song Wenjie examined the bow carefully, then bargained: "Eight taels of silver, not a penny more. If that's acceptable, I'll buy it directly."

The shopkeeper frowned: "Oh, sir, if I can't sell it for eight taels of silver, I'll lose money."

"Okay, then hang it back up!"

Song Wenjie turned around and prepared to leave the shop.

"Hey, sir, let's discuss this some more!" Seeing that someone had finally come to inquire about the bow, the shopkeeper certainly didn't want to miss this opportunity.

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "How about this, twelve taels of silver, and I'll throw in five fine iron arrows for you."

After saying that, the shopkeeper took out several dark-colored arrows from the counter. They were completely black and shiny.

Song Wenjie turned around and immediately recognized that these arrows were made of pure iron and were indeed worth one or two taels of silver. A good bow deserves good arrows, and this bow, when paired with these arrows, would be twice as powerful.

"A maximum of nine taels of silver, no more!"

The shopkeeper shook his head: "Sir, it really won't work."

"Then forget it!" Song Wenjie said without turning his head.

The shopkeeper got anxious. He thought the man would definitely buy it, so he raised the price. But to his surprise, the man turned around and left without saying a word.

"Sir, let's discuss this some more."

"There's nothing to discuss, at most nine taels of silver."

Seeing Song Wenjie walk out of the shop without hesitation, the shopkeeper became extremely anxious: "Hey, sir, come back! Alright, alright, it's yours!"

Song Wenjie stopped, unable to suppress a smile. He knew the shopkeeper would call him back.

The bow was covered in dust when it was taken down, proving that it had been hanging on the wall for a long time without anyone paying attention to it.

Seeing Song Wenjie turn around with a smile, the shopkeeper began to regret it again, realizing he had agreed too quickly.

Selling this bow for nine taels of silver would only earn a profit of one tael of silver. But if it weren't sold, who knows when it would ever be able to be sold while it's hanging on the wall.

Regardless, we'll try to sell this bow and earn whatever we can.

Song Wenjie took out his money bag, counted out nine taels of silver and handed it to the shopkeeper. Then he had Afu carry the bow and arrows.

Afu tried to pull the bowstring, but found that he couldn't pull it at all. He didn't know who the young master bought this bow for. Even he couldn't pull it, so how could a girl pull it?

However, fearing that Song Wenjie would be angry, he dared not ask any more questions.

The weather was fine just now, but as soon as I stepped out of the shop, it suddenly started to drizzle. The bleak north wind mixed with the drizzle made me shiver.

Afu shivered: "Young Master, it's raining, let's go back."

Song Wenjie ignored him and continued walking forward on his own.

A group of people were gathered not far ahead, as if watching something exciting. Song Wenjie walked over.

Before I even got close, I could hear the onlookers pointing and whispering: "This girl is so pitiful. Her parents died all at once, leaving behind her and her two siblings. How are they going to survive?"

"That's right! It's truly a tragedy! It's just a pity I don't have any money, so I can't help even if I wanted to."

Ah Fu was also a curious person. After hearing what the onlookers said, he became curious and quickly crawled inside.

"Afu~"

Watching Afu disappear into the crowd, Song Wenjie frowned. This Afu was too gossipy.

A moment later, Afu emerged and said, "Young master, there are a few children inside who have sold themselves to bury their parents. They look quite pitiful. Young master, why don't you go in and take a look?"

Judging from Afu's words, it seemed he wanted Song Wenjie to buy them. Song Wenjie scoffed, "Pitiful? There are plenty of pitiful people in this world, how can you possibly pity them all!"

"Young master, please just take a look," Ah Fu pleaded, unwilling to give up.

Just then, a man's voice came from the crowd: "Girl, I'll give you five taels of silver and help you bury your parents. Come with me, but I don't want those two brats."

"No! You must buy all three of us at the same time, not one less."

Song Wenjie was taken aback; the voice sounded familiar! He felt like he had heard it somewhere before!