Zhong Lijian was speechless. As the owner of Baiyulou, was he a person who lacked money? There were hundreds of shops under his name alone, most of which made a fortune every day. Not to mention Baiyulou, whose influence spread all over the country and accumulated wealth that could rival a country.
This little girl really doesn't understand anything and looks so silly. Well, he had no choice but to sacrifice himself temporarily to protect and raise her.
Seeing that Zhong Lijian was not interested in her plan to get rich, Mu Lin felt disappointed and was about to put the gold bead away, but Zhong Lijian took it away first.
"What are you doing?"
Zhongli Jian said confidently, "You want to exchange it for some silver. If you don't use it, do you want to spend all the silver you have and then go to sleep in the wilderness?"
So Mu Lin followed Zhong Lijian to the pawnshop and watched the boss exchange a handful of silver, copper coins and even a silver note for Zhong Lijian.
The characters in the underworld and the human world are similar. After thousands of years of changes, the characters have only been simplified. Mu Lin can almost understand them. She glanced at the banknote and read out the words on it accurately.
Zhongli Jian's judgment of Mu Lin changed again. He was clearly literate, intelligent, and direct and sharp in his dealings with others; but he was like a country bumpkin, with little knowledge, curious about everything, and not familiar with household affairs.
It is not unreasonable to say that she is a wealthy lady who was brought up in seclusion, but he vaguely felt that Mu Lin's identity was not that simple.
Zhongli Jian pointed at the goods on both sides of the street, told Mu Lin the prices one by one, and taught her currency conversion. Mu Lin figured it out in a short while, and even bargained with the boss to buy two bags of osmanthus cake. Of course, Zhongli Jian paid the bill.
Zhongli Jian followed the little girl, watching her jumping and eating osmanthus cake wrapped in a handkerchief, and the pigtails behind her also jumped.
The little girl's hair was so beautifully black that it seemed to swallow even the light. Zhongli Jian touched his nose, and thinking of the silky and cool feel, he felt inexplicably envious.
He called Mu Lin, "Shall I take you out to play?"
"Okay!" Mu Lin smiled with two dimples, obviously looking forward to it. Zhong Lijian caught up with her, took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and sealed it, and held Mu Lin's hand, "Ah Lin, there are so many people here, hold me tight and don't get lost. Look at this huge crowd, if you are deceived by kidnappers, I won't be able to find you..."
"You're so long-winded," Mu Lin pouted, "Since you're playing with me, I won't dislike you..."
Zhongli Jian was rarely so patient. He coaxed and warned the little girl, but was rejected. He was almost laughing out of anger, "Thank you, ungrateful little girl."
Mu Lin made a face at him, which was very clever and made Zhongli Jian laugh again.
The first time he made a face at Mr. Mo, Mu Lin despised himself for being so childish and having lived in vain. Now he has adapted well to the identity of a child.
Existence is reasonable, and existence is beneficial. Mu Lin's comprehension is far better than Zhong Lijian imagined.
Zhongli Jian took Mu Lin to Chang'an Street, the busiest and busiest street in the city. There were shops on both sides of the street, and people were bustling about.
There were also peddlers walking and hawking their wares on the roadside. Stalls were crowded together in the middle of the road, and the vendors were busy as hell... Mu Lin found everything new. She had been imprisoned in a silent place for ten thousand years and was extremely sensitive to sounds. Now she could distinguish almost every sound.
She likes the feeling of being surrounded by all kinds of sounds, which makes her feel alive.
In the wide areas, people were performing on the streets, which was even more lively. Pedestrians formed three layers inside and outside, and loud cheers broke out from time to time.
Mu Lin was short and couldn't see what was going on inside, and her heart was like a cat scratching. At this time, she saw a little boy who was also outside being lifted up by his father and sat on his shoulders. The child's forehead passed over the crowd easily, and he clapped his hands happily.