In the evening, Chen Shouyi informed his aunt and cousin before walking out of the hotel with a backpack on his shoulder.
He walked to the roadside and waved down a tricycle.
"Where to?"
"To the cold weapon shop!" Chen Shouyi said.
The war-like atmosphere in Ningzhou made him a bit uneasy. Thinking that he had exhausted his supply of arrows, he planned to stock up just in case.
"It's a bit far, ten bucks!" the tricycle driver said tentatively.
"Alright, hurry up!" Chen Shouyi got into the vehicle.
"Okay!"
...
A few minutes later, Chen Shouyi walked into a cold weapon shop that was open; it was quiet inside, with only a few scattered customers.
Chen Shouyi glanced around the arrow counter, his face slightly grim.
Since the mutation, steel prices had skyrocketed due to soaring processing costs. The price of ordinary arrows had increased from ten yuan each to nearly forty yuan each, and now, in just a few months, they had risen six to seven times.
