My wife is a reborn big boss

Sitting in the carriage on the way to Sean Manor, Wu Qiong was deep in thought.

He was thinking about where he would get the money to pay the driver once they reached their destination.

"Maybe I should just cancel?" he thought silently, touching the empty purse in his pocket.

No, the coachman is just earning a meager living. As a promising young man raised in 21st-century China, Wu Qiong couldn't do something so heinous.

As Wu Qiong pondered, he felt the carriage stop.

Listening closely, it seemed the driver was arguing with an old man.

Could an old man be trying to scam someone in broad daylight? Wu Qiong lifted the curtain of the carriage and stepped down, only to see a dilapidated donkey cart loaded with hay blocking his way. The driver was arguing with the old man driving the cart.

The imperial court stipulated that only government vehicles and vehicles authorized by the government were permitted to travel on official roads. The old man's donkey cart was clearly a private vehicle, and it was severely overloaded with fodder, exceeding the government's permitted load capacity.

Normally, the driver would have simply told him to leave the main road and take a side road instead. Why was he so angry?

Out of curiosity, Wu Qiong approached to hear what the two were arguing about.

The driver patiently asked, "Old man, where are you going?"

The old man said leisurely, "To Xien Manor."

The driver's eyes widened: "I told you which road you should take!"

The old man chuckled: "Let's take Anzhou South Avenue."

The driver's face flushed red as he pointed at the overloaded hay on the old man's donkey cart: "Can your cart even carry that much?!"

The old man looked back at the hay and nodded: "We can only haul a little bit."

The driver roared, "I asked if you could give me a ride!"

The old man, puzzled as to why the driver was angry, cautiously replied, "Yes, I can only carry a little, not too much."

"..."

Seeing the driver about to strike in anger, Wu Qiong quickly stepped forward and pulled him back:

"Calm down, don't get angry with an elderly person, I'll talk to him."

He turned around and smiled at the old man: "Old man, you've confused him. Let me help you sort it out."

He's asking you where you're going.

The old man continued slowly: "To Xien Manor."

"..."

Wu Qiong suppressed his urge to attack and continued to smile: "No... I'm asking which path you should take?"

"Take Anzhou South Avenue."

"..." Wu Qiong's finger trembled as he pointed at the overloaded donkey cart, trying hard to maintain a stiff smile: "Old man, can this cart hold its load?"

Seeing that Wu Qiong was well-read and not as frightened as before, the old man said, "Didn't I just say? I can only pull a little bit!"

Wu Qiong's fists clenched tighter and tighter, his fingernails digging into his flesh: "I'm asking, can you pull this donkey cart?"

The old man also got angry: "Are you done yet! Are you trying to make fun of me, young man? Didn't I just say I can poop? Only a little! No more!"

"Damn it!" The taut string in his mind finally snapped, and Wu Qiong could no longer hold back. He took two steps forward, ready to strike, but the coachman, whose anger had subsided, quickly came over and pulled Wu Qiong back.

"Forget it, young master! Forget it! It's not worth getting angry with this old man from the mountains."

Wu Qiong glanced sideways at the driver: "You didn't react like this just now."

The driver chuckled twice and pulled Wu Qiong aside, whispering, "This old man's donkey cart is blocking the whole road with all the hay. At this rate, we won't get there in three days."

How about this: I'll refund you double the fare, you figure out how to get to Sean Manor, and I'll head back now. This way, it won't waste any time. What do you think?

"This...isn't that inappropriate?" Wu Qiong hesitated.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Since you don't object, young master, it's settled then!" Before Wu Qiong could react, the coachman took out twenty taels of silver from his pocket and stuffed it into Wu Qiong's hand. He then jumped onto the carriage in three quick steps and sped off towards Anzhou City.

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Wu Qiong stood silently in the middle of the official road.

The fare was two taels, but the driver slipped him twenty taels. That's not important. What's important is that Wu Qiong didn't pay the fare at all.

Is driving a car dealership really that profitable? I'll definitely go into business driving a car dealership next time. Wu Qiong touched the silver in his pocket, lost in thought.

Just then, the carriage turned back.

Had he come to his senses? Wu Qiong's heart leaped into his throat.

"Young master, I was in a hurry just now and gave you the wrong money. Could you please return it to me?" The coachman scratched the back of his head sheepishly and said with an embarrassed smile.

Wu Qiong remained unmoved, still deep in thought.

"Young master?" the coachman raised his voice.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Wu Qiong apologized, snapping out of his reverie. "I was pondering a problem for a while, but I couldn't find the answer. I wonder if the driver could help me?"

The driver became interested: "Oh? Please tell me."

"If I buy a fish for eight coins, sell it for nine coins, buy it back for ten coins, and sell it again for eleven coins, how many coins do I make in profit?"

Without hesitation, the driver replied, "Two coins!"

Wu Qiong laughed and said, "Then I'll buy it for eight coins and sell it for eleven, wouldn't that make me three coins?"

The driver frowned, muttering to himself, "Yes, but... um, no, that's not right. But..."

Wu Qiong took out sixteen taels of silver and handed it to the driver: "The fare was two taels, so you've doubled it to four taels. Here's your sixteen taels back."

Seeing the driver take the money and still frown in thought, Wu Qiong smiled and said:

"Brother coachman, you can go back and calculate it slowly. It's not good to block the road in the middle of the main road."

The driver nodded, ignored Wu Qiong, and drove back, muttering to himself.

Watching the carriage gradually disappear into the distance, Wu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, reached into his pocket and felt the extra four taels of silver, smiled nonchalantly, and knew he had enough money for tomorrow's meals.

Of course, tomorrow is tomorrow, but how to get there today is the real question.

He remembered there was a donkey cart here that was going to deliver hay to Sean Manor, and perhaps he could travel with it.

But when Wu Qiong turned around, he found that the donkey cart had already disappeared.

Looking around, he felt lost and confused; it seemed as if Wu Qiong was the only person in the entire world at that moment.

Normally, when encountering such a state of mind, a young swordsman in the martial arts world should gain some insight and make great progress in his skills.

But Wu Qiong was no ordinary young knight-errant.

At that moment, he thought, "This place is in the middle of nowhere, a complete wasteland, not a hair out of the ground."

Ok?

Suddenly, the wind rustled the grass, and Wu Qiong's eyes sharpened.

Because a person suddenly appeared in front of him, a person who seemed to have been standing there for a very long time.

"I am Ximen Ji. Are you Wu Qiong, the 'Fast Sword' ranked number one hundred on the Human Ranking?" Ximen Ji, who had been standing there since the coachman and the old man started arguing but had never been able to get a word in edgewise, said.

Wu Qiong's eyes turned fierce: "So what if it is!"

He's in a bad mood right now.

"I am known in the martial arts world as 'Shadow Blade,' and today I will defeat you and ascend to the top of the Human Ranking," Ximen said coldly.

"Ha." Wu Qiong laughed heartily, "Have you been eating garlic? What a big mouth! Make your move and let me see what you're capable of."

Ximen Ji placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword behind his back, his expression solemn: "Listen carefully! No one in the martial arts world today can see how my 'Shadowless Blade' is drawn, and you will be no exception!"

"Hehe." Wu Qiong put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and looked at Ximen Ji with his nostrils flared.

The energy clashed! It was as if a strong wind had sprung up!

At that moment, a fallen leaf from the roadside happened to swirl between the two people's energy and was instantly shattered!

Ximen Ji's expression shifted, and he drew his sword!

"Blood Frenzy Instant Hell Slash!" The world was filled with fierce sword light. Wu Qiong's eyes were filled with white light, and he could not distinguish where the sword shadow was and where the sword blade was!

Perhaps, all that white light is the blade itself! It's because the 'Blade Maniac's' blade is too fast!

Wu Qiong closed his eyes, drew his wooden sword from his waist, and swung it horizontally forward, shouting, "Nothing to my name!" "Penny-pincher!" "Completely destitute!"

There was no clash of swords, only the continuous clanging sounds echoing between heaven and earth.

The barrage of sword light was broken, and Ximen Ji's expression hardened. He turned halfway and used the momentum of his waist to slash horizontally, aiming straight for Wu Qiong's left arm!

Seeing this, Wu Qiong changed his sword stance from horizontal to upward.

"clang!"

Swords clashed, and the two men each retreated several feet.

After a long silence, Ximen calmly put his hands behind his back and said in a low voice, "What kind of moves are these? You've been slashing horizontally the whole time, so why do you have so many move names, and they're all so tacky?"

"...Want to learn? I can teach you," Wu Qiong replied indifferently.

Seeing that Ximen Ji did not answer, Wu Qiong held the sword in his left hand and slowly stroked the blade with his right hand, getting pricked by a protruding wooden splinter. "...You've already made your move, it's my turn. I just happened to have recently mastered a new move, so I'll test it on you."

Are all the people at the bottom of the rankings this strong now? What kind of monsters are above him?! Ximen Ji's hands, which were behind his back, trembled uncontrollably. Seeing Wu Qiong assume a fighting stance, he suppressed the numbness in his arms and raised his sword to assume a defensive position:

"I got married at fifteen and have been married for over fourteen years. My husband and I are very loving. We also have a thirteen-year-old daughter who is very cute."

Wu Qiong: "???"

Simon: "Promise me, please give them a complete family."

"..."

"Just beg for mercy, don't be so subtle, people will misunderstand!"

Wu Qiong suddenly deflated, sheathing his wooden sword at his waist: "Fine, I'll spare your life. How did you know I was Wu Qiong?"

Ximen Ji breathed a sigh of relief and sheathed his long sword: "I heard that constable call your name in a restaurant in Anzhou City."

Wu Qiong asked curiously, "You were already following me back then? Why didn't you make a move?"

"That woman, as beautiful as an angel, was strolling arm in arm with you at the time. Disturbing lovers in the throes of passion is a sin against heaven," Ximen Ji said solemnly.

"Luckily you didn't make a move, otherwise you might have been slapped to death by Xiaobai," Wu Qiong thought to himself.

I wonder how she is now. I really can't imagine how Xiaobai would become the leader of the Demonic Sect.

Recalling the final fate of the cold and domineering peerless demon lord in his previous life's game, Wu Qiong secretly made up his mind:

"I promise, I will never let you repeat the same mistake!"

Coming to his senses, he realized that Ximen Ji was still there and sneered, "What, I spared your life because of your daughter, and you still won't leave? Are you waiting for me to invite you to dinner? Since you're not leaving, then stand here and don't move. I'll go buy you some oranges."

He then ignored Simon and walked past him toward the Sean Manor.

Behind him, Ximen Ji stared blankly at his receding figure for a long time before letting out a long sigh:

"After practicing martial arts for twenty years, I can't even beat the person ranked last on the human ranking list. What's the point of talking about going home honorably? I might as well give up practicing this sword. I'd rather go back to my wife and kids and enjoy the warmth of family life."