Although Feihua Island is poor, the big heads of the household obviously make money and live a very wealthy life.

She was wearing a bat pattern with golden satin wool. She looked like a top-quality snow gauze coat produced by Kunlun's snow palace. Her long hair, half-mixed, was extremely smooth and tight. She was covered with green beads on her head, her eyebrows were covered with high-quality snails, her lips were covered with powder and polished. A circle of warm pearl chains were strung around her neck, and two golden earrings were hung on her ears, and rubies were inlaid with pigeon eggs, which were heavy to pull her two ears.

She is a woman over fifty years old and her youth is gone. She looks a little bloated and her face is full of wrinkles. It would be fine if she dressed up on her body, but she obviously thinks that the more luxurious things she wears on her body, the more beautiful she looks, so she falls into this shining pile of pearls and jade, like an old turtle dressed in red and green.

The old turtle was sitting on half of the land of Feihua Island. When she spoke, the village chief dared not say anything.

At this moment, the sun was rising, and the old turtle with red flowers and green leaves came to the square, sitting in the chair of the red rosette bat deer that had been prepared for her, looking at the refugees from Linyi.

"Why did she accept it?" She rolled up her heavy and greasy eyelids and glanced at the village chief without any penis. "I haven't paid any silver, what are you doing for their house? What's the meal? How much did you eat?"

"I didn't eat much... it was left to the villagers' own family and couldn't eat it anymore." The village chief muttered.

The old turtle snorted and said, "Then you have to pay. Isn't this rice and wheat all grown from my Sun Sanniang's land? The harvest this year is not good, so I also opened a warehouse to provide relief to each household on the island with ten kilograms of barley flour and a pot of oil. It doesn't matter if you give it to you, they are all your own people, but it may not be good for you to use Sanniang's food to help the refugees in Linyi, right?"

"What the third lady said," the village chief smiled, "But look, these little girls and old men are so pitiful in the cold weather. You are a bodhisattva, otherwise you can forget it."

The old turtle glared at the bottom of his eyes: "How can you forget it? Money is all money."

village head:"……"

"How much did each family take out for them to eat?" Lao Bi asked, "I asked you to go and record the accounts just now, have you recorded it?"

The village chief had no choice but to say, "Remember it, I've sorted it out." As he said that, he handed a booklet to the old turtle Sun Sanniang. Sun Sanniang raised her hand and wore nine bracelets colorfully on one wrist with only her right hand. The gold, silver, jade, and various gemstones almost covered half of her forearm.

"Yeah." She finished reading lazily, took a box of the account book, counted her fingers, and said, "You guys are really pigs. You can eat them. After only a while, they actually ate twenty-six steamed buns on the island. Our steamed buns are really big, and it's not too much to collect you ninety silver. I drank half a jar of fresh water, which I brought back from Linyi. Linyi sold me three gold and one jar. I have to count the road fee and sell it back to you four gold and one jar. Half a jar is two gold and ninety silver in total. By the way, Sister Zhang."

The good woman who was pointed at her name shook and quickly looked up: "Ah, the third lady."

Sun Sanniang smiled and said, "Your steamed buns are the best. When you mix them, you have to settle the score."

"This... it's only a piece of lard that is the size of a pea for ten steamed buns. How do you count it?"

"Why is it hard to calculate? One lard the size of ten steamed buns and peas, after all, I will collect a copper plate, which is not too much."

“…”

"That's how you count it, two golds, ninety silvers and one copper." Sun Sanniang said, "In addition, you sleep in the house on my land. Although the house is not mine, the land is mine. You have slept for a total of half an hour, and the cost of half an hour is seventy copper per person."

She said, turning her head to ask the manager around her: "How many of them are there?"

"Return to Sanniang, there are 49 in total."

"No, didn't you say fifty one before? What about two more?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a gloomy voice saying:

“Here.”

Although Chu Wanning was not wearing a white shirt, but a deep moon-white robe, she was still full of energy and breathed with frost and snow. In her eyes that were slightly flying upward, her pupils were clear, but cold and arrogant, like a sharp bayonet that was unsheathed.

Sun Sanniang is an ordinary person, but she is not afraid of the monks when she sees them.

She has been doing her life for most of her life, and although she is picky and careless, she does not make any mistakes and is disgusting people around.

So she said slowly: "It turns out to be an immortal king. No wonder you don't have to sleep. You saved these people, right? They came just right, give them money."

The village chief whispered: "Sanniang, these two are not from the Confucian style sect, but are immortal kings on the top of life and death. You don't have to do this..."

"I care which sect it is, I recognize money or not."

Chu Wanning glanced at the refugees who were huddled together, trembling coldly, raised his hand and fell a golden red barrier to dispel the chills for them, and then turned around: "How much do you want?"

"Two gold, ninety-three silver, four hundred and thirty copper."

Although Sun Sanniang was disgusting, they had nowhere else to go at this time. Chu Wanning knew that if she offended her, she would have implicated the group of people she brought. Therefore, although her expression was extremely bad, she still took out the purse from Qiankun's bag and threw it to her.

"There are about eighty gold inside." Most of his money was placed on Xue Zhengyong's place. Now there is really not much wealth on him. "We want to live for about seven days, please click to see if it's enough."

"not enough."

How could Sun Sanniang take it on her own? She handed over the wallet to her subordinates and asked her subordinates to count it next to her.

"Eighty gold is only enough for you to stay for three days at most, and it has not yet calculated the money for food."

"you--!"

"If the Immortal Lord is not convinced, I can calculate the account carefully with you. The businessman will make clear money, and I can tell you a reason for each transaction."

At this time, Mo Ran also arrived. He didn't have much money on him. He had joined Chu Wanning, so he could barely have enough food and accommodation for 52 people for four days.

Sun Sanniang closed her softness and grinned with her bright red lips and said, "Stay for four days. If you have no money in four days, I will not care whether the robbery has been extinguished or not. You all have to leave immediately."

In order to save money, Chu Wanning did not eat that night. He threw the Transmitter Begonia into the river and sea, tried to contact Xue Zhengyong, and then returned to the small house where he temporarily lived.

This room is more simple than when living in Yuliang Village during the busy farming season. Since there are not many empty rooms on the island, everyone needs to squeeze in. Chu Wanning is not used to living in the same room with strangers, so he can only sleep with Mo Ran.

At this moment, the lights in the humble room were on, but Mo Ranren was not there, and I don’t know where he went.

Chu Wanning took off his outer robe. Although the robe was luxurious, the material was not better than the white robe he used to wear. He was stained with ashes burned from the fire of the catastrophe and blood stains. He poured a wooden bucket of hot water and was about to clean it when the door opened.

Chu Wanning raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Where have you gone? Come back so late."

Mo Ran entered the house and brought back a bamboo lunch box. The wind was a bit loud and the weather was very cold. He put the lunch box in his arms, raised his eyes, and the tip of his nose was red, and he smiled and said, "I'm going to Sanniang's house to beg for food."

Chu Wanning was stunned: "You are going to beg for food?"

"Just kidding." Mo Ran said, "I brought some food back."

“What to eat?”

"Mantou." Mo Ran felt a little embarrassed, "There is also a bowl of fish soup and a bowl of braised pork, but unfortunately there is no dessert. Sun Sanniang was too strict and everyone in the village was afraid of her. No one dared to give me anything else. I went to her mansion to find her and exchanged it with her with a silver dagger I carried with me."

Chu Wanning frowned and said, "She is too unscrupulous. I know your silver dagger, there is a spirit stone embedded on it. Why did you change such a little thing?"

"More than that, I bargained with her and exchanged fifty-two copies, and everyone had them. Look at the kitchen. "Mo Ran said with a smile, "So Master, don't worry about others, just eat all these."

Chu Wanning was really hungry. She sat at the table, took several sips of hot fish soup, then picked up the steamed buns, and started to chew the braised pork. Sun Sanniang was stingy and gave not much meat, and most of them were very fat. Chu Wanning didn't like it, but chewing steamed buns in the meat soup, the taste was also good. He ate one and then went to chew the second one.

Mo Ran glanced at the steaming bucket and asked, "Master is going to wash clothes?"

"Um."

"It's just an outer robe, I'll help Master wash it."

"No, I'll go by myself."

Mo Ran said: "It's okay, I just happened to go and wash it, by the way."

As he said that, he went to the bed to pick up the few items he had changed out of his clothes he had thrown before, and then walked out with a wooden barrel.

The moonlight in the courtyard was bright. Mo Ran looked up and thought to himself that he didn't know what Xue Meng and his uncle were like. Where did Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si go now. Looking at the calamity fire over the sea, it was still rolling like blood tide, day and night, burning scorched smoke soared into the sky.

Song Qiutong, and... that person.

The man who hated him to the core of his previous life and slaughtered all the entire Confucian sect for him.

I'm afraid they've all been buried in the fire.

Mo Ran sighed and stopped thinking. He put down the wooden barrel, mixed some cold water in the water tank, rolled up his sleeves and started washing clothes.

Chu Wanning is an orderly and meticulous guy, whether it is a mecha or a scroll, but once he is asked to do some laundry and cooking, it is always a mess.

For example, before Mo Ran completely immersed his clothes in water, he would habitually check the Qiankun bag and the hidden bag first to avoid any important things from entering the water, but Chu Wanning often doesn't remember to do this step.

“…………”

Facing the pile of fragments that were taken out of Chu Wanning's robe, Mo Ran fell into silence.

What are these?

Begonia handkerchief.

Fortunately, it's normal.

Various elixirs.

There is nothing wrong with it.

A handful of sugar...

Mo Ran was speechless and looked carefully. It seemed that he bought him nougat when he was in Yuliang Village.

Haven't finished eating yet?

Turning down further, Mo Ran was startled.

...Detonation talisman?

Mo Ran's face turned blue, and he held up the wet talisman paper that was soaked in half water, almost terrifying.

How broad is Chu Wanning's heart? Can he put the detonation talisman directly on his body without any restrictions? Although it is very unlikely to ignite the self-destruction, it is too dangerous. Is it a joke?

Mo Ran frowned and hurriedly checked his clothes carefully from the beginning, clearing out all the detonation talismans, frozen talismans, and soul-suppressing talismans, and found that the dragon-suppressing talisman with the little dragon was also accidentally landed inside by Chu Wanning.

If you don’t even look at it, all these talisman papers will be ruined, and a large part of them will be useless. Chu Wanning is really...

Mo Ran shook his head helplessly and said to himself that he must not wash his master's clothes in the future.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a small, lotus-white thing slipped out of the dark bag. Mo Ranhun didn't care, thinking that it was something like magic spells and talismans, so he picked it up and glanced at it.

At this moment, he was stunned.

It was an old sack, embroidered with Hehuan flowers, and the petals and leaves were all lost, no longer as bright as before.
To be continued...