Chapter 537: War Begins (2)_1
He looked sternly at Ma Zhicai with a heavy warning in his eyes.
"Yes, sir." With a silver note worth one hundred taels easily in hand, Ma Zhicai was somewhat excited, his attitude toward the young Tatar became far more respectful.
Ma Erlang looked enviously at Ma Zhicai, his nephew’s ability to obtain silver was far more efficient than his own. He had been scraping by in the North Country for over a year and had only managed to save a little silver. Being a scholar indeed made him resourceful.
"You may leave now." The young Tatar watched him for a while, and Ma Zhicai maintained a composed demeanor, not showing a hint of panic.
"Sir, I shall take my leave." He bowed his head and turned around to leave, appearing incredibly respectful.
"Sometimes, being presumptuous can lead to a quick death." Just as he was about to step out of the door, the young Tatar casually muttered a warning.
Ma Zhicai paused in his tracks, satisfying the young Tatar who squinted his eyes in approval.
Ma Zhicai then continued to exit. Ma Erlang, positioned among the Tatars, dared not move a bit.
"Your nephew is quite good. Go now, you have been away from home long enough. Take this silver along," the young Tatar said, tossing out a fifty-tael silver note.
"Thank you so much, sir." Ma Erlang quickly knelt to express his gratitude. Only after the Tatar nodded, did he pick up the silver note and hasten to leave.