Yang Jing, however, was confident. He had no bottlenecks...
...
The next day, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Yang Jing got up. By the faint light filtering through the paper-paned window, he carefully wrapped the ten taels of Gold and the fifty-tael silver ingot. He covered the package in three layers of oilcloth, stuffed it into an inconspicuous cloth bag, and tied it securely to his back.
He tucked the other ten-tael silver ingot into his robes. The cold touch of the metal was reassuring.
Yang Jing didn't go to the Martial Arts Hall today. He was planning to make a trip home.
Having so much money in one place made him feel a little uneasy.
He spent most of his time training at the Martial Arts Hall every day. With the number of vagrants in the city on the rise, things were unstable. What if a thief snuck into his courtyard to steal from him... Yang Jing had to be on guard.