Chapter 15
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As the sun just peeked out, Ling Feng had already taken off in his tricycle, hauling thirty pheasants to the city.
For him, making money was the top priority these days; selling this batch today and catching another forty or so pheasants in the next couple of days would total up the money Li Yumei needed.
He had just arrived in the county when his phone suddenly rang—with an unfamiliar number on the screen, he answered and asked, "Who is it?"
"Brother, it's me, Old Fu!"
As soon as he heard it was that fatso, Ling Feng got irritated and asked coldly, "What's up?"
"Have you delivered today's pheasants yet? I'm waiting for you in the market!" Old Fu asked.
Ling Feng cracked a slight smile: "Sorry, but I didn't go up the mountain to catch any today, so no."
"What? But you promised yesterday. Aren't you playing me?"