Back home, he first hid his recent gains. He used to be able to carry it all on his person, since the amount was small.
But now, with two or three thousand silver, it was no longer convenient to carry on his person.
After stashing the box in the woodshed and covering it with firewood, Qin Fang frowned to himself.
... 'I have to exchange this money for resources as soon as possible.'
'Otherwise, I won't dare to leave the house.'
... 'Who knows if someone might break in while I'm gone?'
'If someone cleaned me out, the loss would be immense.'
'It would even be difficult to investigate... and I might not find anything.'
'But exchanging it won't be easy either...'
'The mountain roads are treacherous, the waterways are blocked, and I can't trust anyone with it.'
'And Fisherman City is too small; there isn't even a Huichun Hall here.'
"'Not having an Identity is really inconvenient...'"
'Without an Identity, I can't enter the city myself... Buying anything is a huge hassle.'
