When she got up the next morning to make the bed, she discovered a black bag under the pillow. When Liu opened it, she found some broken silver and copper plates.
Showing it to her husband, Dazhu said:
"Miss Yue'er probably left all the money she had with us."
Liu's heart skipped a beat and asked:
"How to say?"
Dazhu said with some embarrassment:
"Since I pawned my jade bracelet last time, I have secretly recorded every penny spent by Miss Yue'er."
"Besides, when it comes to buying meat, she insists on giving me money to buy it. After I buy it, I return the rest to her, so I can basically know all her expenses."
After thinking for a while, he explained:
"Of course I'm not thinking about her money, it's just..."
He didn't know what he was remembering, he couldn't tell.
Liu said in shock:
"So Miss Yue'er doesn't have any expenses at all!"
Dazhu clapped his hands and said in annoyance:
"yes."
"Why didn't I notice it yesterday? If I had, I would still be able to catch up with her!"
"Now...hey!"
The two of them felt a lot in their hearts. After all, Miss Yue'er was their noble one.
He wasn't overjoyed because he got the money left by Meng Li, but he felt that he deserved it.
Yue'er has given them enough, and even that skill is something they can't get through their whole life's struggle.
But money is indeed a good thing. With this money, you can at least buy something.
It can also be reserved for emergencies. The two looked at each other for a long time, and no one paid attention to Zhu Zhu who was hiding in the room and was too uncomfortable to get up to practice martial arts.
In fact, they thought less and didn't realize that what Meng Li did was a way of settling the debt.
You may come back later, but you may not come back.
Even if I don't come back, I won't feel guilty.
When the client comes back, because these are the things that she, Meng Li, has experienced, the client will not have a deep impression of this family, let alone talk about coming back.
There is always a banquet in the world, and when fate begins, it also means it ends.
Especially for a client like Meng Li, who travels through various worlds, staying in one world for several years or ten years, passing by many passers-by, and having many warm and happy times, but how dare he let his thoughts wander around.
Just like Wanxing, who had been raised by Meng Li from childhood to adulthood, they had known each other for so many years and had a good master-disciple relationship.
But after the separation, Meng Li also put aside the memory of her and rarely thought about it, so as not to increase his worries.
The chance of seeing you again is slim, so I don’t look forward to it.
Meng Li was walking around, but he had no money in his hand and couldn't find a place to stay, so he randomly found a dilapidated temple to stay.
I randomly found some wild fruits to eat, which were nutritious, but I still wanted to eat something to pass the time.
When I think about it, it is indeed much better to have some silver in hand when walking out. It is better to have some money in hand.
Meng Li didn't have much else in his hands. He just bought a lot of various exercises in order to create his own exercises. He might get them in the cultivation plane. These are not particularly precious things, but in this plane, It can be said that any exercise you choose is a rare and good one.
Moreover, if the world wants to evolve and improve the power system in the world, it must have more powerful techniques.
So Meng Li found an auction house and sold a book of exercises first.
I can always meet someone who knows the goods. I searched a few and found one who was willing to put in the effort. The boss's eyes lit up when he saw the exercises, and he did not look down on Meng Li because of her simple dress.
In fact, it is basically not easy for a discerning, mature and humble businessman to show this kind of vision.
Such a rare skill must be used properly.
The boss asked Meng Li:
"Girl, if you are willing to wait a little longer, the harvest will always be extraordinary."
"Actually, it won't take long, a few days, ten days at most."
Meng Li thought for a while and nodded.
This Kung Fu was talked about so much by the boss that it was so miraculous that many people came after hearing the news, most of them were martial arts practitioners, and even many sects also sent people to come.
Meng Li raised his eyebrows. Is this boss exaggerating
Big lie.
On the day of the auction, the private room was full and the lobby was crowded. There were too many people. Because the stools took up space, they were all removed.
People could only stand in the lobby. Only then did the boss realize that he seemed to have overblown
However, this technique is truly extraordinary. Generally, people who have techniques of the same level keep it hidden as an exclusive secret and never spread it to others.
So why can't you afford it
Meng Li was sitting in the private room. She was no longer dressed plainly. When the boss asked her to wait for ten days, she confessed that she was short of money and the boss gave her a deposit.
You have bought two pairs of good clothes and some jewelry. If you can wear them well, eat well, and use them well, why bother pretending to be poor
Hearing the commotion in the auction house, Meng Li closed his eyes to rest.
"Get up and let..."
A group of people walked in, pushed aside the people piled in the lobby one by one, and forced their way out.
Most of the people in the lobby are people from all walks of life. They know a lot of tricks, and generally they will not be bullied easily. Most of them plan to go back and argue about who is so domineering.
But when I looked back, I felt I had suppressed my anger.
Wu Jue was surrounded by his servants, looking arrogant. When the waiter at the auction house saw this god of plague coming, his scalp went numb, and his two legs trembled, looking for the boss.
But the owner of the auction house just went to the box to meet regular customers and was not here.
The boy had to bite the bullet. With a smile on his face that was about to cry, he squeezed in front of Wu Jue and greeted:
"Master Wu, you are here..."
"Here, prepare a private room for me, young master." Wu Jue glanced at the young man and said proudly.
The boy was in a dilemma: "This..."
"Hi...!" A stream of sweat fell from the boy's forehead. He struck with both hands and said with great annoyance:
"It's all my fault that I didn't do things well. I don't know that Master Wu is coming today. It's my fault that I didn't prepare a private room for him in advance."
Wu Jue's expression turned ugly, and the servant next to him quickly said to the boy:
"Then why don't you hurry up and get ready?!"
"Our young sect is blamed, can you bear it?"
The boy took a step back, looking a little frightened and hesitant, and finally said weakly:
"There are no more private rooms."
"Then I don't care, you can't ask our young sect to stay in this lobby, right? Is this how you treat guests?" the servant next to Wu Jue asked again.
The coldness and arrogance in his eyes were even worse than that of Wu Jue. He glanced at the lobby with disdain. These were all low-class people, how could they sit together with their young master
The boy shivered and had nothing to say.
Someone had already gone to find the boss. When the boss heard that Wu Jue was coming, his face turned bitter. He quickly dealt with the people in front of him and hurried downstairs.
From afar, he shouted to Wujue:
"Young Master Wu's presence here makes this place full of glory!"