I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 183: Compassion

Qu Hong had just left not long ago, and another person sneaked into the small courtyard.

To say sneaking around is actually inaccurate, as the front door of Zhang Yuan’s house hadn’t been reinstalled.

Anyone could come and go freely.

But the newcomer was hunched over, their expression careful yet slightly lewd, not looking like a decent person.

It was Kou Tai, the old man Kou!

Zhang Yuan looked at the other coldly, wanting to see what trick the old man was up to again.

He had only met old man Kou once.

But after a few exchanges, Zhang Yuan understood clearly what kind of person he was.

He had no good feelings towards him.

"Little brother, we meet again."

Kou Tai seemed not to notice Zhang Yuan’s expression, grinning shamelessly, "It’s great to see you’re alright!"

Zhang Yuan really had no interest in wasting words with him, just stared without speaking.

His eyes were full of ridicule.

Old man Kou’s thick skin couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, "Little brother, do you remember what I told you last time? That man is dead now, all that’s left is her..."

"Get out!"

Zhang Yuan pointed towards the door with his Firewood Knife.

"Apologies."

Old man Kou backed away with a smile, humbly explaining, "I mean no harm, just..."

He retreated to the door and continued in a lowered voice, "Little brother, you know people by their faces but not their hearts. Qu Hong is not a good person, be careful!"

Zhang Yuan was a bit surprised, put down the Firewood Knife and said, "If I tell Steward Qu what you just said, do you know the consequences?"

Qu Hong definitely wasn’t a good person.

A good person wouldn’t be a manager at a place like West Mountain Collection!

But this old fogy here had some guts.

Daring to say such things to him.

Old man Kou chuckled, "I don’t have many days left, nothing matters but death, whatever."

These words were said with a clear understanding of life and death.

Making Zhang Yuan slightly change his view of this old man.

After thinking for a bit, Zhang Yuan said, "How about this, you help me fix the door, and I’ll give you a hundred pounds of grain."

Old man Kou’s eyes lit up, "Really?"

Zhang Yuan ignored him, continuing to chop his firewood.

"Leave it to me!"

Old man Kou didn’t mind, turning away cheerfully, his steps at least ten times lighter than when he came.

Zhang Yuan shook his head speechlessly.

But what he didn’t expect was that just a brief moment later, old man Kou was back.

He not only brought back two intact wooden doors but also a woman!

The woman had a tall figure, a prominent chest, a slender waist, and captivating eyes.

Though not a great beauty, she was undoubtedly striking, especially with those long legs that drew attention.

She wore a plain dress, with a longsword at her waist, exuding a sense of heroic spirit.

Zhang Yuan noticed a white flower pinned in her hair.

This was the mark of a widow.

Old man Kou bowed and scraped, explaining, "Little brother, this is Lady Chen. I couldn’t carry the doors alone, so I asked for her help, no other reason!"

This old rascal!

It’s simply an attempt to cover up!

Zhang Yuan said blandly, "Wait here."

He turned and went to the kitchen, bringing out a large bag of rice.

Then he saw old man Kou and Lady Chen installing the door together.

The wooden doors were standard-sized, and since the doorframe of Zhang Yuan’s house was still intact, they were easy to install.

Old man Kou even brought a door latch.

Three hits and it was done!

In fact, such a door couldn’t block strange forces or Martial Artists.

Even a Tier One Light Force Cultivation Martial Artist could easily jump over the wall into the yard.

Defensewise, it was virtually useless.

But a door symbolized the homeowner’s bottom line!

Even if merely symbolic, it had its necessary existence.

Zhang Yuan watched them finish installing the door, then stepped forward to hand the bag of rice to old man Kou, "Here you go."

Old man Kou gratefully accepted, thanking repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, little brother!"

Lady Chen stood silently on the side.

Zhang Yuan glanced at her, then said to old man Kou, "Don’t bother me again without reason."

Old man Kou’s intention in bringing Lady Chen was obvious, certainly not just to help install the door.

This widow appeared quite appetizing.

But Zhang Yuan had no thoughts in his heart.

It’s not that Zhang Yuan was heartless or disinterested in women.

It’s just that his ambitions lay elsewhere, and keeping another woman at home would bring many complications.

Besides, before breaking through Tier Four, Zhang Yuan needed to maintain his Primordial Yang Body to lay the most solid foundation for Martial Arts!

Old man Kou didn’t know Zhang Yuan’s ambitions, it was all wasted effort.

He chuckled awkwardly, "Alright, alright."

At that moment, Lady Chen suddenly spoke up, "Brother Zhao, can you lend me some silver?"

Zhang Yuan and old man Kou were both taken aback.

Old man Kou was a bit anxious, "Lady Chen..."

But Lady Chen ignored him, looking at Zhang Yuan she said, "I can give you a promissory note, with interest nine coming out thirteen back!"

It was clear the widow had mustered a lot of courage to say these words, her face showing a faint blush.

Not from shyness but embarrassment!

Zhang Yuan calmly asked, "How much do you want to borrow?"

Lady Chen: "Eighty, no, fifty taels will be enough!"

She lowered her head, "My husband is dead, and I can no longer stay in West Mountain Collection. I plan to go to Ruins City to depend on a sister."

"But I can’t go empty-handed to take advantage!"

Zhang Yuan pondered briefly and said to old man Kou, "You can leave now."

The startled old man Kou quickly responded, "Alright!"

The old man hurriedly left with the bag of rice.

Zhang Yuan spoke to Lady Chen again, "Come with me."

Lady Chen gritted her teeth and followed Zhang Yuan into the house.

Inside, her eyes showed a trace of sorrow, then she raised her hand to unbutton her dress.

Zhang Yuan turned around, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Lady Chen’s movement froze immediately, her face turning as if on fire.

Zhang Yuan placed pen, ink, and paper on the table, "Write."

Lady Chen was confused, "Write what?"

Zhang Yuan chuckled helplessly, "The promissory note!"

"Ah."

Lady Chen finally realized, hurriedly picking up the brush on the table.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan fished out a few silver notes from his chest, selecting one to place before her.

A silver note with a face value of a hundred taels!

"You can borrow this money, no interest needed."

Zhang Yuan said casually, "Just remember to pay me back when you have the money."

Though looks were vastly different.

But this Lady Chen standing before him reminded him of Liu Seventh Lady.

Hence, a touch of sympathy arose in his heart.

Lady Chen looked at the silver note on the table, her expression shifting — puzzled, astonished, grateful, delighted...

All distinct.

"Thank you!"

She said softly, her voice choked with emotion, "I will definitely repay you!"

Then Lady Chen wrote a promissory note for Zhang Yuan.

Her handwriting was unexpectedly good.

Zhang Yuan escorted Lady Chen outside.

And sent away a potential trouble.