Boy, I won't make it easy for you. When Mao San was furious because of the white jade fox, there was almost no communication on the way down the mountain to Mao San's home. He had already seen all of Mao San's greedy nature.
Just like he loves spiritual stones, this Mao San also loves money. Otherwise, he would not have wasted more than half a month in this deep mountain and old forest just because of the price of five hundred taels.
If his family hadn't been used to Mao San going away for weeks at a time, they would have been really anxious for him.
Therefore, Zhan Wuji was so interested in Mao San just for money.
Although the young master lacks spiritual stones, he is also not short of money. Just now at the foot of Daqing Mountain, he exchanged ten spiritual stones for more than 10,000 taels of silver. Now, his pocket is already full of money.
Since this Mao San is a greedy guy, it will be easy to deal with.
In fact, he still appreciates Mao San's greed, not that he appreciates it, but just appreciates it.
Although Mao San is a money addict, he never covets other people's wealth, nor does he covet other people's wealth. Even if it is a windfall, he will regard it as a treasure.
Last night, while renting this house, Zhan Wuji casually threw out fifty taels of silver and gave it to Mao San as a token of his gratitude. However, Mao San said that this house was too remote and there was no need for so much silver. Naturally, It was rejected.
In the end, he spent a lot of effort to charge him five taels of silver, which was regarded as rent, but even so, he insisted on three meals a day, otherwise, he would not eat, so he had Such a big rough porcelain plate.
Because he had to be Zhan Wuji's guide, Mao San found his position quickly and spoke out his rules.
The boss's orders were orders, and Mao San did not dare to neglect and followed him out.
If Zhan Wuji hadn't discovered the layout of his home long ago, he would have really wanted to take Zhan Wuji around his yard, but he had already brought Zhan Wuji there last night, so he gave up the idea.
Mao San's thoughts are very simple. He knows that he bought this with his own money, so he naturally has to do something for him to prevent him from regretting it.
However, before he could walk in, Erya brought him his rice bowl.
Under Zhan Wuji's confused gaze, Erya stretched out a finger and made a "ten" to Mao San and a "five" to herself.
She didn't say anything, but Zhan Wuji already understood the implication: Mao San will take you there, ten taels, I will take you there, five taels.
Did this child inherit his greed? He was able to make money at a young age and even fought with his brother.
Zhan Wuji couldn't help but say "Hey".
Zhan Wuji laughed loudly, but Mao San was not happy and said: "Second sister, don't talk nonsense. You don't even know how to speak, and you can still lead people around. Go away quickly and don't block people's way." !”
Why, there are ten taels of silver lying around, but you want five taels. We are all on our own, and even if we pry, we can't pry like this. Moreover, if you can accomplish this thing, that's it, but you can't even say anything. I don’t know how to speak, but I still want to lead the guests around. Isn’t this asking for death?
Although he usually dotes on this taciturn little girl, Mao San will not let her act wild in front of him. No matter how much he loves her, he will not let her act wild in front of him.
But Erya was very serious. She took a wooden stick and started writing on the ground. Soon, lines of beautiful handwriting appeared, leaving Zhan Wuji stunned.
She also thought it would be good if Erya could recognize the characters, but she didn't expect that she could write them so beautifully. She really can't tell a person's face.
Zhan Wuji squatted down and looked at Erya, "This calligraphy is really good. Who did you learn it from?"
"Mr. Private School!"
Zhan Wuji raised his head and looked at Mao San. Seeing the calm look on Mao San's face, it seemed that Mao San had guessed that his sister could write.
When he thought of this, Zhan Wuji immediately understood why Mao San loved money so much. It turned out that sometimes, without money, he really couldn't do much. At least, if Erya didn't have money, he might even go to private school. There is no chance.
"Your father was sent to a private academy?" Zhan Wuji asked again.
"No! Dad said that my daughter will get married sooner or later. These things are meaningless. My eldest brother bought them for me with money!" Erya said while writing quickly on the floor, just talking about the little ones. When the word girl was spoken, her speed obviously slowed down and she looked a little decadent.
"Why are you arguing with your eldest brother? These ten taels of silver clearly belong to your eldest brother. If you argue like this, aren't you taking advantage of your eldest brother? He is so good to you, why do you want to steal his things?"
Erya looked at Mao San fearfully, with a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but finally made up his mind and wrote on the ground: "Brother, his shirt is ruined, I want to make him one, but he doesn't want to! "
Seeing this, Zhan Wuji turned his head, his eyes fell on Mao San, looking him up and down, up and down.
Mao San's dress this time was exactly the same as yesterday. Therefore, when he saw Mao San just now, Zhan Wuji didn't feel anything strange.
But after listening to Erya's words, Zhan Wuji also remembered that the clothes on Mao San were different from yesterday's. After a closer look, it was true that the clothes on his hips and arms were darker in color and had many patches on them. .
However, due to the material of the clothing, if you look closely, you can still see some clues.
Seeing this scene, a rare blush appeared on Zhan Wuji's face, not because he was a step too slow to react, but because he thought of Mao San's clothes, which he had damaged when he knocked him to the ground yesterday. bad.
Now it seemed that Mao San's clothes were damaged by himself, and from Erya's pleading eyes, he also knew that an ordinary piece of clothes was not worth five taels of silver at all.
No matter what Erya wanted to do, at least at this moment, whether what she said was true or not, Zhan Wuji was touched a little bit.
As for Zhan Wuji, it's good to have such a feeling. A mere five taels of silver is nothing to him, it's just a small touch.
"Well! You and your brother, take me around the village. The more people, the better. As for money, your brother will have ten taels of silver and you five taels. That's it! Let's go have a meal!" Zhan Wuji Very happy to make the decision.
"That's not okay. A little girl is following you. She can't even speak. Isn't she asking for trouble? She asks for five taels when she opens her mouth. No, no, blackmail, blackmail, no!"
But Mao San didn't agree. He was willing to let Zhan Wuji wander around the village for just ten taels of silver. That was also his own credit, so he accepted it with confidence.
