```
Beside him, Xiao Hu and Shanwa saw Shen Er hesitating and couldn't help feeling anxious.
Shen Xiaohu had always wanted to go to the city, and now there was a rare opportunity. He quickly said, "Grandpa, Brother Qingzi is going to the city tomorrow. Why don't I go with him to try it out? It's no big deal to make a trip."
Shen Er pondered for a while and thought it wouldn't do any harm. He nodded and said, "Then go have a look first. If you're not suitable for it, come back and hunt with me in peace."
Seeing that Shen Er didn't stop him, Shen Xiaohu immediately beamed with joy, agreeing repeatedly.
On the side, Shen Xiaoshan, seeing his elder brother seizing the opportunity, also got anxious and opened his mouth to speak.
However, just as he opened his mouth, Shen Er seemed to read his mind and said, "You can go next time."
Instantly, Shen Xiaoshan was deflated, listlessly responding with an "Oh."
"By the way, Uncle, I want to ask, apart from the Chen Family, who else in our village is familiar with the county town?"
Shen Qing had never been to the county town and knew nothing about the situation there.
If he were going, it would be better to have someone to guide him.
Without thinking, Shen Er replied, "It must be the bookworm from the Zhang Family. He's been in the county town for many years, even more familiar with it than the Chen family members."
Shen Qing suddenly realized.
He nearly forgot about this.
Zhang Shuyuan had studied in the county town and lived there for several years.
It was only because he couldn't make it there that he returned to the village.
In terms of familiarity, he truly knew better than anyone else in the village.
"Then I'll call him to come with me when I leave."
At this point, Shen Er suddenly remembered something and instructed, "Qingzi, when you go to the city tomorrow, remember to visit Linfeng Hall to see your aunt. I'll bring some mountain goods from home for you to take."
"Do you want me to deliver any message?" Shen Qing asked casually.
As if his thoughts were exposed, Uncle Shen Er, a seasoned hunter in the mountains, uncharacteristically showed a bit of embarrassment: "Just ask if their outer gate might be accepting disciples. If they are, I want Shanwa to have a try."
Initially, given the family's situation, he never even dared to think about it.
But now, having seized six or seven taels of silver from the Chen Family, he felt somewhat emboldened.
The idea of letting Shanwa learn martial arts had spontaneously sprung back to life.
Without much thought, Shen Qing agreed on the spot, "Okay."
After that, the uncle and nephew casually discussed the details, mostly settling the matter of selling the mountain goods.
However, Shen Qing did not bring up the specifics of the profit sharing.
So far, Shen Qing was completely in the dark about the situation in the county town and dared not make any assumptions.
He decided to take things one step at a time.
He'd figure out the situation in the county town first before making any plans.
This matter was crucial to his future arrangements, so he had to give it careful consideration.
As far as he knew, most martial masters in the county town either ran martial arts halls or were on the imperial grain payroll and had stable sources of income.
Otherwise, without anyone supporting them and constantly worrying about everyday necessities, no martial master could focus on refining their Qi and blood or honing their physical skills.
If it were him, no matter his talent, under such circumstances, he might not make significant progress in martial arts and thus gain a foothold in the county town.
For someone like him, coming from the bottom with no backing, standing firm in the hierarchically strict Taiping County was not something he could accomplish just by talking.
Apprenticeship, offering respect, buying precious medicine, currying favor, seeking cultivation techniques...
Failing to carry out any of these tasks properly could lead to complete failure.
Shen Qing understood this all too well.
After finishing the serious discussion, Shen Qing, Uncle Shen Er, Shen Xiaohu, and Shen Xiaoshan chatted idly about family matters and the recent interesting happenings in and around the village.
The atmosphere gradually became much livelier.
A moment later, Aunt Wang had already roasted a piece of lamb, bringing it to the table.
The lamb roasted over the fire had turned golden and crispy, dripping with oil.
An enticing aroma wafted in the air, revealing a tempting blend of cumin and mutton fragrance.
Besides the roasted lamb ribs, Aunt also stir-fried a plate of bamboo shoots and wild vegetables from the mountain.
Shen Qing knew that this aunt of his usually skimped on salt in her cooking and was surprisingly generous with the seasonings today.
It's evident that Aunt Wang had indeed put in a lot of effort and determination.
"Aunt's cooking is really something. Such delicious food, I've only eaten on New Year's," Shen Qing couldn't hold back a burp, drawing waves of laughter.
After the meal, Shen Qing exchanged a few words with his uncle's family before getting up to take his leave.
On the way home, Shen Fang quietly followed behind Shen Qing, becoming silent and reserved.
…
After a day of toil.
That night, Shen Qing slept exceptionally well.
When the sky was just barely brightening, he woke up early as usual and began stance training, intending to advance his Nine Skills cultivation progress.
Ever since achieving the level of mastery in Nine Skills, Shen Qing often felt his whole body as warm as a furnace, unafraid of the bitter winter.
Previously, in such a winter, he wouldn't even be able to crawl out of bed.
Shen Qing spread his feet apart, sinking his Qi into his Dantian as instructed by the book.
Soon, his breathing became deep and even, and his body seemed to meld with the surrounding air. A current of warmth emerged spontaneously, flowing through his meridians like a steady stream.
With the rhythm of his breathing, Shen Qing's chest rose and fell slightly, as his Qi and blood circulated within him.
Underneath his skin, a faint red glow flowed, indicating a sign of increasing Qi and blood.
After practicing for nearly an hour, Shen Qing finally stopped.
He exhaled a mouthful of turbid gas, clenched his fists, and vaguely felt that his strength had increased somewhat.
A hint of joy appeared on Shen Qing's face.
Once his body heat dissipated sufficiently, he put on a cotton-padded jacket.
When he opened the door, there stood a young man around the same age as him, with his hands in his pockets, stamping his feet continuously.
The young man hurriedly approached as Shen Qing came out, grinning widely and saying, "Brother Qingzi, my dad went and asked around last night. Everyone says there's no problem, and the mountain goods are entrusted to you to sell."
This young man was Zhang Baqing's son, Zhang Fanglin.
Presumably, he was following Zhang Baqing's instructions, specially running this errand, standing outside for quite a while.
"Great, thanks to Uncle Zhang. I'll get my things ready and come by each house to collect them."
"And there's this…" Zhang Fanglin pulled a few packets of herbs from his pocket, saying, "Brother Qingzi, these are herbs my grandpa got from the Chen Family. He said they're all good for reinforcing Qi and blood and thought you'd find them useful, so he asked me to bring them to you. Please accept them."
Zhang Baqing's gesture slightly surprised Shen Qing.
It indicated that giving up his role as a mountain driver was a huge favor to him.
Shen Qing didn't refuse and graciously accepted the herbs, "Thank your grandpa for me."
"Okay! If there's nothing else, I'll head back." Zhang Fanglin nodded slightly, with his hands tucked in his sleeves, turned around, and ran off.
Shen Qing looked at the medicinal herbs in his hands, a smile spreading across his lips.
Never did he think there'd be a day in the village when people would curry favor with him.
Shen Qing felt it was imperative to quickly go to the county town, find a mentor, and train in martial arts.
In this world, strong abilities were the fundamental basis for everything!
```