His eldest brother must have thought he was crazy!
What is the concept of fifty thousand taels
He paid Ming Rui fifty taels a month, six hundred taels a year, and no more than six thousand taels in ten years!
But after a hundred years, he could save the fifty thousand taels because he went there for free.
But Lian Youyou said that she was not like those witches who invited ghosts to possess their bodies, that is, to invite Yu Pingting, but to take him there. How to go? How to go when he is still alive
Fu Mingrui couldn't imagine the method behind this, and since he couldn't imagine it, he became even more curious. He suddenly felt that Lian Youyou's 50,000 taels was not much.
"Let me think about it." Fu Mingrui's curiosity must not succumb to the fifty thousand taels. He had to think of how to get the fifty thousand taels, or pay it in installments from Lian Youyou.
"While you are raising money, you can first go and check who Yu Pingting is~~" Lian Youyou continued to read the fallen scroll, already putting on a snobbish look as if to say, "Don't bother me if you don't have money."
Fu Mingrui's scalp tightened. He was able to solve countless difficult cases, but he was having trouble raising money.
He walked back and jumped off the high wall.
Zhao Cheng and Wang Quan saw that their master had finally returned, but there was something wrong with his expression, so they couldn't help but ask with concern: "Master, what's wrong?"
Fu Mingrui looked at them and asked, "Do you have money?"
Zhao Cheng and Wang Quan looked a little stiff. Their family members were short of money?!
The two men were also loyal. They searched their bodies and took out dozens of silver coins: "Sir, these are all. If you need them urgently, take them."
Fu Mingrui looked at the dozens of taels of silver and frowned. This was far from the fifty thousand taels. This money could not be earned by just a few dozen taels. He had to think of another way.
He also began to think about it in his mind.
As the leader of the Eight Gates for these years, he had saved some private money. Fu Mingrui didn't have much to spend on weekdays, and his eldest brother took care of him at home, so he didn't have to worry about food and clothing. Because his third brother joined the army, he could feel that his father loved him more, and every now and then he would ask his eldest brother to ask him if he had enough money.
So he could save all his monthly salary, which was roughly several thousand taels. But it was far from the 50,000 taels that Lian Youyou wanted.
Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng saw that their master was really worried about money, so they also became worried.
"Sir, how about we ask our brothers to collect it for you? How much do you want?"
Seeing that his brothers were worried about him, Fu Mingrui relaxed his expression and smiled at them: "No need, I can find a way myself, you go and help me do something."
"What?" Hearing Fu Mingrui asking them to do something, Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng naturally became serious.
Fu Mingrui's dark eyes flashed with sharpness and depth: "Re-examine Bai Zhankui's case, especially why Yu Pingting committed suicide!"
Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng were stunned. Bai Zhankui's case had been settled, so why did the adults want to investigate it again? And, they wanted to investigate Yu Pingting.
"Go and ask the villagers of Baijia Village about everything about Yu Pingting, and make sure to record their statements in detail!" Fu Mingrui instructed more seriously!
Although Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng were suspicious, they could not slack off on Fu Mingrui's orders. They immediately accepted the order: "Yes!"
Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng immediately took the order and left. Fu Mingrui put the case back on the desk, thought about it, and strode out. Since, if you want to know who Yu Pingting is, you should start from the source, which is Yu Pingting's home.
In the Jiumen Courtyard, Lin Tingjun poured another cup of tea for Lian Youyou and placed it on the bench within Lian Youyou's reach: "Why did you take so long when you went into the study just now?"
Lian Youyou stood up slightly, took the teacup, drank while continuing to read, and said casually: "Go find someone~~"
"Looking for someone?" Lin Tingjun slightly turned his eyes to look at Lian Youyou who was lying leisurely on the recliner.
"Well, the Eight-Part Heavenly Secret Instrument is best at finding people."
"Who are you looking for?"
Lian took a sip of tea, put down the teacup and the book, raised her head and smiled at Lin Tingjun: "You said I am so smart, beautiful, intelligent, so beautiful that I can make fish sink to the bottom of my heart, so beautiful that I can shame the moon and the flowers, and so beautiful that I can overthrow the country..."
"Puff! Cough cough cough..." The tea in Lin Tingjun's mouth sprayed out uncontrollably, and he choked and coughed.
Lian Youyou looked at him with a sly smile: "As a woman as outstanding as me, of course I will look for a man."
“Cough cough cough…” Lin Tingjun continued to cough until his ears turned red. “Have you found it? Cough cough cough.” Lin Tingjun looked at Lian Youyou while coughing.
Lian Youyou's expression became casual again, and she flipped open the book casually, looking bored: "It's not fun to find it so quickly."
Lin Tingjun slowed down, his expression calmed down a little, and looked at Lian Youyou again: "What will happen after you find it?"
"After finding him..." Lian turned a page leisurely and spoke casually, "Of course I'll beat him up."
Lin Tingjun's dark eyes slightly opened, and he pursed his lips and looked away, his expression becoming more and more calm. He picked up the teapot again and poured a cup of tea for Lian Youyou.
Lian Youyou also picked up the teacup and continued her leisurely time of sipping tea and reading.
It was almost the hour of Si, the time when the princes in the upper study were about to finish their classes.
As the tutor of the princes, Lin Jingzhi, Lin Youxiang, not only had to deal with heavy official duties every day, but this morning he also had to teach the princes how to govern the country and be a monarch in the study.
Emperor Cheng had five sons and three daughters. The eldest was Princess Duanmu Yushu, who had married far away in Siam, a Buddhist country.
The second one was the crown prince Duanmu Qingchen. The third one, Duanmu Jinhong, was born only one hour later than Duanmu Qingchen, and thus missed the crown prince position. In this life, sometimes, even a minute or a second can't be late. If you are one step late, the whole country will be lost.
Two years later, the fourth princess, Duanmu Jinghui, was born. She had married far away to the Yulan Kingdom in the Dongzhou Sea Kingdom a year ago. At the age of seventeen, she was already a princess consort and it was said that she was about to give birth soon.
The fifth son Duanmu Ruifeng and the sixth son Duanmu Yankang were still teenagers of sixteen or seventeen years old, which was a little different in age from the crown prince and the third prince.
This age difference is a good thing, as the two young princes always regard the Crown Prince and the Third Prince as their idols and role models.
The seventh princess, Duanmu Yaxin, was only fifteen years old. She lived a carefree life and was spoiled by her brothers. In addition, she was the only princess left in the palace, so Emperor Cheng was particularly fond of her. Duanmu Yaxin was really spoiled in the palace.
The eighth child, Duanmu Yunchong, is only five years old and can only go to the study room to study next year.
Prime Minister Lin held the "State Governance Policy" in his hand and continued to lecture seriously: "In governing a country, we should put the people first, people's livelihood, people's plans, people's hearts, people's sentiments, people..." Prime Minister Lin paused.
The expressions of the Sixth Prince and the Seventh Prince immediately became tense. Whenever Prime Minister Lin suddenly stopped teaching, it must be that someone was absent-minded.
The first thing they looked at was the prince's brother Duanmu Qingchen, who had a book standing upright in front of his desk. Behind the book, Duanmu Qingchen was concentrating on writing something in a book. (To be continued)