"This Lord Gao indeed is an old lecher,"
Qin Zheng had the thought, and then he understood what this 'Little Eighteen' meant.
However, it was their personal freedom, and it had nothing to do with him.
He then headed towards his small courtyard in the southern part of the city.
He might stay over at the dilapidated temple in the east of the city tonight, needing to tidy up his home first.
After all, apart from meat and grain, there were also 300 taels of silver at home.
Upon returning home, he first lit a fire to boil some medicine, then stashed the valuable items that he could not carry with him in a corner that was hard to notice.
After doing all this, Qin Zheng then cut two large chunks of beef and pork.
The weather had not been hot these past few days, so the meat would not spoil without being salted.
After finishing his medicine and locking the door, he turned and headed back to the temple in the east of the city.