A glint of excitement flashed through Qi Jingyi's eyes, "You hunted this? You're quite something, girl. First a black bear, now a tiger. What will you hunt next?"
Yang Ruxin chuckled, "That will depend on my mood... But this time, we all hunted it together..."
Qi Jingyi nodded, then raised his hand.
Weng Ji hurriedly handed over a stack of silver notes. Qing Jingyi took them without even looking and stuffed them into Yang Ruxin's hands.
Yang Ruxin glanced at the silver notes, a hundred taels each, six in total, and there were four more worth fifty taels. That summed up to eight hundred taels. The price did slightly surprise her. Without saying much, she tucked the silver notes into her bosom.
Qi Jingyi promptly instructed Weng Ji to take the tiger to be dealt with; Weng Ji, hurried along with Uncle Lao Kuang and the mule-drawn cart.