Time passed.
The new year at Songyi City was extremely lively, restoring a bit of its former prosperity.
The poor visited relatives and friends, celebrating in modest ways, while the wealthy indulged in food, drink, shopping, and entertainment.
Lin Zheyu spent most of his time in the courtyard practicing martial arts, reading books, and studying the Poison Canon.
Occasionally, when Jia Yanrong and others invited him to go out for fun, he would join them.
Over the past few days, his study and research progress on the Poison Canon was slow.
Lin Zheyu spent more than twenty taels of silver to purchase many herbs from the Poison Canon for research.
The last visit to the black market earned him more than two hundred taels of silver, bringing his savings to three hundred and sixty-four taels, enough for a period of time.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Early morning.
