In Chen Mu's home in Ping'anfang.
"Two penniless bastards." Chen Mu fiddled with a few pieces of silver in disappointment.
The two of them gave gifts that were far inferior to those given by the painter Yan!
Fortunately, his portrait business has been booming lately, so he's not short of money.
With two thugs' legs broken, they won't be able to cause him any trouble for at least six months.
After putting away the loose silver, Chen Mu went to the west side of the courtyard.
There was a small pile of rubble under the thatched shed.
He collected these stones specifically for practicing flying locust stones.
Whoosh... Bang!
Whoosh... Bang!
A series of low, booming sounds rose in the courtyard.
An hour later, Chen Mu stopped practicing, rubbing his sore arms.
"We can't practice at
