Although Feihua Island is poor, the big householder is obviously rich and prosperous.
She was wearing a bat-patterned gold satin robe, and she was wearing a top-quality snow gauze coat that looked like the Kunlun Taxue Palace. Wait for the luozidai to be thick, apply powder and grease, and make the lips a little red. There was a warm pearl chain around her neck, and two golden earrings hung from her ears, inlaid with rubies the size of pigeon eggs, and she was pulling her two earlobes heavily.
She is a woman over 500 years old, her youth is long gone, her figure is slightly bloated, her face is wrinkled, it would be fine if she dresses up deliberately, but she obviously thinks that the more luxurious things she wears on her body, the more she can appear. She is particularly beautiful, so she is trapped in this pile of sparkling pearls, like an old turtle in red and green.
The old turtle was sitting on half of the entire Feihua Island. When she spoke, the village chief did not dare to say a word.
At this moment, the sun is rising, and this old turtle with red flowers and green leaves, Shi Shiran, came to the square and sat in the chair of the Grand Master of the Red Suanzhi bat and deer that had been prepared for her, looking at the refugees from Linyi.
"Why did you accept it?" She rolled her heavy and greasy eyelids, and glanced at the village chief. "You don't have to pay for the silver taels. What are you going to do for them to live in? How much do you eat?"
"I didn't eat much... It's all left over from the villagers' own homes, and I can't eat it." The village chief muttered.
The old turtle snorted softly and said, "Then you have to pay for it. Isn't this rice and wheat all grown on the land of my Sun Sanniang? This year's harvest is not good, so I even opened a warehouse to provide relief to every household on the island. Ten catties of barley flour, and a pot of oil. It doesn’t matter if you eat it, it’s all your own, but I’m afraid it’s not good for you to use Sanniang’s food to help the refugees in Linyi?”
"What Sanniang said is true." The village chief said with an apologetic smile, "But look, these little girls and old men are so pitiful in the cold weather. You are a bodhisattva, so forget it."
The old turtle narrowed his eyes and said, "How can you forget it? Money, it's all money."
Village head: "..."
"How much food did each family give them to eat?" the old turtle asked, "I just asked you to keep the accounts, did you remember?"
The village chief had no choice, so he had to say, "I remembered it, I figured it out." As he said that, he handed a booklet to the old turtle Sun Sanniang. Sun Sanniang raised her hand and wore nine colorfully colored pieces on only one wrist of her right hand. The bracelets, gold, silver, jade, and gems of various colors, covered almost half of her forearm.
"Yeah." She read it lazily, put the account book in a box, fingered it, and said, "You people are pigs, you can really eat it, and it took so long to actually eat twenty-six steamed buns on the island, Our steamed buns are really big, and charging you 90 silver is not too much. In addition, I drank half a tank of fresh water, which I brought back from Linyi. Linyi sold me three gold per tank. I'll give you four golds and one jar, half a jar is two golds, a total of two golds and ninety silvers. That's right, Sister Zhang."
The Mianshan woman whose name was called shuddered and looked up quickly: "Ah, San Niangzi."
Sun Sanniang smiled and said, "Your steamed buns are the best. When mixing noodles, there is pork suet in them, so you have to settle the account."
"This... steaming ten steamed buns is only a grain of lard the size of a pea. How does this count?"
"Why can't it be calculated? One grain of lard is the size of ten steamed buns and peas. It's not too much for me to charge a copper plate."
"… "
"That's two gold, ninety silver and one bronze." Sun Sanniang said, "Besides, you all sleep in the house on my land. Although the house is not mine, the land is mine. You all slept for half an hour. , the cost for half an hour is seventy copper per person."
As she spoke, she turned her head and asked the steward beside her, "How many are there in total?"
"Hui Sanniang, there are forty-nine in total."
"No, didn't I say fifty-one before? How about two more?"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a gloomy voice saying:
"it's here."
Although Chu nightning did not wear a white shirt, but a deep moon white robe, but he was still full of vigor, with a breath of frost and snow, and in a pair of slightly flying scorpions, the pupils were clear, but cold and arrogant, as if out of the sheath sharp bayonet.
Sun Sanniang is an ordinary person, but she is not afraid when she sees a monk.
She has been making a living for most of her life, and even though she is picky, she doesn't do anything, and she slips away as a disgusting person.
So she said unhurriedly: "It turned out to be an immortal, no wonder you don't have to sleep. You rescued these people, right? They came just in time, be quick, and give money."
The village chief said in a low voice: "Sanniang, these two are not from the Confucianism sect, they are the immortals who are at the top of the dead, you don't have to do this..."
"I don't care which sect it is, I don't recognize money but people."
Chu nightning glanced at the refugees who were huddled together, shivering coldly, raised his hand and dropped a golden red enchantment to dispel the chill for them, and then turned his head: "How much do you want?"
"Two golds, ninety-three silvers, four hundred and thirty bronzes."
Although Sun Sanniang is disgusting, but at this time they have nowhere else to go. Chu nightning knows that if he offends her, he will involve a group of people brought by him. Therefore, although his face is extremely bad, he still takes out the money bag from the Qiankun bag and throws it to him. she.
"There are about 80 gold in it." Most of his money was put on Xue Zhengyi's place, and now there is really not much money left on him. "We have to live for about seven days, you order it and see if it is enough."
"not enough."
How could Sun Sanniang do it herself, hand over the purse to her subordinates, and let them count them next to her.
"Eighty gold is only enough for you to live for three days at most, and it has not yet been counted for meals."
"you!"
"If Xianjun is not convinced, I can carefully calculate the account with you. The businessman clearly calculates the money, and I can tell you the reason for each transaction."
At this time, Mo Ran also came, and he didn't have much money on him. Together with Chu Wanning, it was barely enough for fifty-two people to eat and live for four days.
Sun Sanniang took it softly and smiled with bright red lips: "I will stay with you for four days. After four days, if there is no money, I will not care whether the fire is extinguished or not, you all have to leave immediately."
In order to save the cost, that night, Chu nightning did not eat, he threw the sound transmission Haitang into the river, tried to get in touch with Xue Zhengyi, and then returned to his temporary hut.
This house is simpler than living in Yuliang Village when the farmers are busy. Since there are not many vacancies on the island, everyone needs to squeeze in. Chu nightning is not used to being in the same room with strangers, so he can only sleep with Mo Ran.
At this moment, the lights in the shabby room are on, but the people who burn the ink are not there, and I don't know where they went.
Chu nightning took off his robe. Although the robe was luxurious, the material was no better than the white clothes he wore in the past. It was stained with ashes from the fire and blood stains. He poured a bucket of hot water and was about to start cleaning when the door opened.
Chu nightning raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Where did you go? Come back so late."
The ink burned into the room, and he brought back a bamboo-woven lunch box. The wind was a bit strong outside, and the sky was cold, so he put the lunch box in his arms, raised his eyes, the tip of his nose was frozen red, and said with a smile: "Go three The mother's house is begging for food."
Chu nightning was stunned: "Are you going to beg?"
"Just kidding." Mo Ran said, "I brought some food back."
"What to eat?"
"Steamed bread." Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, "There is also a bowl of fish soup, a bowl of braised pork, but unfortunately there is no dessert. That Sun Sanniang is too strict, people in the village are afraid of her, no one dares to give me anything, I Just go to her house to find her, and exchange a silver dagger with her."
Chu nightning frowned and said: "She is too black-hearted, I know your silver dagger, and there is still a spirit stone on it, why did you change such a thing?"
"More than that, I negotiated with her and exchanged fifty-two copies, everyone has it, and looked at the kitchen to send it out." Mo Ran said with a smile, "So you don't have to worry about others, Master, and obediently put all these Eat it."
Chu nightning was really hungry. He sat down at the table, drank a few mouthfuls of hot fish soup, then picked up the steamed buns and gnawed on the braised pork. Sun Sanniang is stingy, and the meat given is not much, and most of them are very fatty. Chu nightning does not like to eat, but chewing steamed buns dipped in broth, the taste is not bad, he gnawed one, and then went to eat the second.
The ink burned at the steaming bucket and asked: "Master is going to wash clothes?"
"Um."
"It's just the robe, let me wash it for Shizun."
"No, I'll go by myself."
The ink burned: "It's okay, I just happened to be going to wash it, by the way."
As he said that, he went to the bed to pick up a few pieces of clothing that he had thrown away earlier, and then walked out with a wooden bucket.
The moonlight in the courtyard was bright, and the ink burned up and looked up, knowing what happened to Xue Meng and his uncle, where Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si went now. Looking at the robbery fire on the other side of the sea, it is still rolling like a blood tide, day and night, burning scorched smoke into the sky.
Song Qiutong, and... that person.
The person he hated to the core in his previous life and slaughtered the entire Confucianism for him.
I'm afraid they are all buried in the fire.
Mo Ran sighed and stopped thinking about it. He put down the bucket, poured some cold water from the water tank, rolled up his sleeves and started washing.
Chu nightning, this guy, whether he is doing mecha or writing scrolls, is methodical and meticulous, but once he is asked to do some laundry and cooking, it will always be a mess.
For example, before the ink burns completely immersed the clothes in the water, he will habitually check the Qiankun bag and the secret bag first, so as to avoid any important things entering the water, but Chu nightning often does not remember to do this step.
"… "
Facing the pile of odds and ends that came out of Chu Wanning's robe, Mo Ran fell into silence.
what are these
Begonia handkerchief.
Fortunately, it is normal.
Various medicines.
There's nothing wrong with it either.
a handful of sugar…
The ink burned a little speechless, and after a closer look, it seemed that it was the nougat that he bought for him when he was in Yuliang Village.
Haven't eaten yet
Turning down again, the ink burned and was shocked.
... a detonator
The face of the ink burned is blue, and it is almost terrifying to hold the talisman paper that is half-soaked and wet.
How wide is the heart of Chu nightning? Can the detonating talisman be placed directly on the body without any restraint? Although the possibility of igniting self-destruction is very small, it is too dangerous. Are you kidding me
Mo Ran frowned, and hurriedly checked his clothes carefully from the beginning, and cleared out all those detonating talismans, freezing talismans, and soul-suppressing talismans, and found that the dragon talisman with a small dragon was also smashed by Chu. Wan Ning carelessly fell inside.
If you don't look at it, these talisman papers will be soaked in soup, and a large part will be useless. Chu nightning is really...
Mo Ran shook his head helplessly, secretly saying, in the future, the teacher's clothes must not be washed by himself.
Just thinking about it, suddenly a small, lotus-white thing slipped out of the dark bag. The ink burned and didn't care, thinking it was a magic spell or something, picked it up and glanced at it.
At this moment, he was stunned.
It was an old bag, embroidered with acacia flowers, and the petals and leaves had lost their color, not as bright as they used to be.
Somewhat puzzled and a little dazed, he vaguely felt that this thing was very familiar, and he must have seen it somewhere, but it was too long, and he couldn't remember it for a while.
The ink burned and rubbed this little bag, the dark eyebrows were locked, and the light and shadow of the light and dark flashed in the eyes. Past events flowed past one by one, and in the turbulent years, he tried to find the source of this blooming acacia.
Light and cool fabric, faded color over time.
He took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, turning it over and over, but couldn't remember anything. He was worried that there was something dangerous like a "detonation charm" inside, so he opened it and took a look.
"… "
It's a strand of hair.
No, if you look closely, there are actually two strands.
Tie together, twist together, and the nets are in perfect harmony. In the time that passed in a hurry, they have been entwined and accompanied each other. At first glance, they thought they were a bunch. In fact, the two strands of ink have long been inseparable.
"hair?"
The ink burned, and there was a flash of light in front of him.
He murmured: "Beautiful bag... Acacia bag..."
Suddenly, he remembered a past event. Immediately after that, the incident exploded in my heart like a flame, and the burning chest was hot. His eyes instantly widened in shock.
Ghost master of ceremonies.
He remembered.
The golden boy and the jade girl, Caidie Town, Hezhujiao Cup, made a vow, made an oath, made an alliance - he remembered...
From then on, the two souls have been together, and Biluo and Huangquan will not be separated.
He... remembered.
He remembered! !
In front of the ghost master of Caidie Town, when he married Chu Wanning Ming, the two strands of hair cut by the golden boy and girl for them were collected in the Acacia bag and handed over to Chu Wanning.
It's this bag.
"how come."
The ink burned in the brain, and the blood was surging, and it was stunned for a moment.
"how is this possible… "
He was clutching the kit tightly, his hands were shaking slightly, and his eyes were bright and bright, with surprise, shock, disbelief, bewilderment, ecstasy and even sadness.
Master... Chu nightning...
He, why did he... why did he keep this
The author has something to say: Congratulations to Gouzi for obtaining important props [Acacia Tips] x1
system hint:
[Acacia Kit] The ghost master of ceremonies dropped from the illusion, and embroidered acacia flowers. After many years, the color of the pattern has faded. There's a strand of... no, two strands of hair. Chu nightning put it on him, I don't know why.
Players [Ink Burning] can use this item to get 100 courage.
Using it by other players has no effect.
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Friends: Ergouzi and White Cat can be called Monroe combination.
Me: why
Friends of the base: Chu nightning drives by dreaming, and the ink burns by driving. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. Do you think it's the Monroe combination (roll your eyes.jpg)