Chapter 174: The Master's Bag of Tricks

Despite the poverty of Feihua Island, it is clear that the large families were wealthy and well off.

She is dressed in a bat patterned gilt satin gown, covered with a superb snow gown of Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, her long black and white hair is smoothly and tightly mixed, pinned with emerald pearls, her eyebrows are thickly drawn with the finest snail diaper, powdered and greased, and her lips are dotted with vivid red. Around her neck is a chain of warm pearls, and from her ears two golden earrings, set with pigeon's egg rubies, tug heavily on her ear flaps.

She was a woman over half a century old, her beauty was long gone, her figure was slightly swollen, her face was wrinkled, and it would have been better if she had dressed up, but she obviously thought that the more expensive things she wore, the more beautiful she would look, so she was stuck in this pile of glittering jewellery, like an old turtle in red and green.

The old turtle owns half of Feihua Island and when she speaks, the village chief does not dare to say a word.

At this moment, as the sun rises, the old turtle with the red flowers and green leaves arrives at the square, sits in the red-acid bat deer chair that has been prepared for her, and looks at the stragglers who have come to Linyi.

"How did you take it," she rolled up her heavy, greasy eyelids and gave the village headman an unflattering look, "you didn't even pay the silver, what did you cook for their house and how much did you eat?"

"There wasn't much to eat it was all left over from the village's own family and they couldn't eat any more." The village headman grunted.

The old turtle grunted delicately and said, "But you have to pay for it too. The rice and wheat are all grown on my land in Sun Sanniang. This year's harvest was bad, so I even opened a warehouse to provide ten catties of barley flour and a pot of oil for each household on the island. I don't mind giving it to you, we are all family members, but I'm afraid it's not very nice of you to use my food to help the displaced people of Linyi."

"What the Third Maiden says is true." The village headman compensated with a smile, "But look, these little girls and old men, how pitiful they are in the cold, you are a Bodhisattva, so why don't you just forget it."

The old turtle's small eyes glared, "How can you forget about it money, it's all money."

Mayor: ""

"How much did each family give them to eat," asked the old turtle, "and did you keep track of the accounts?"

The village chief had no choice but to say, "I've got it down, I've sorted it out." Sun Sanniang raised her hand with a clatter, and on her right wrist alone she wore nine colourful bangles and bracelets, gold, silver, jade and precious stones of various colours, covering almost half of her small arm.

"Hmm." She finished reading it lazily, boxed up her account book and said, "You people are pigs, you can really eat, in just a short while, you have actually eaten 26 buns on the island. Besides, I drank half a tank of fresh water, which I brought back from Linyi. Linyi sold me three gold for one tank, so I have to pay you four gold for one tank, and half a tank is two gold, making a total of two gold and ninety silver. That's right, Sister Zhang."

The good-faced woman whose name was named trembled and was busy looking up, "Ah, Third Lady."

Sun Sanniang laughed and said, "You make the best steamed buns, and when you make the dough, you put lard in it, so you have to pay for that too."

"It's only a pea-sized grain of lard for ten steamed buns, how does that count?"

"Why not? Ten steamed buns and a pea-sized grain of lard, converted, I charge a coin, it's not too much."

""

"That makes two gold, nine, ten silver and one copper." Sun Sanniang said, "Besides, you slept in the house on my land; the house is not mine, but the land is mine, and you slept for half an hour in all, and the cost of half an hour is seventy copper each."

She said, turning her head to ask the steward at her side, "How many of them are there?"

"Back to the Third Mother, forty-nine in all."

"No, didn't we say fifty-one before? There are two more."

Before the words were out of his mouth, a gloomy voice could be heard saying

"Here it is."

Chu Wanning is not wearing a white shirt, but a dark moon white robe, but still has the breath of frost and snow, and a pair of eyes that fly upwards slightly, with clear pupils, but cold and arrogant, like a sharp bayonet sheathed.

Sun Sanniang is an unusual person, but is not intimidated by the sight of a monk.

She has been in business for most of her life, and despite being fussy and demanding, she doesn't make a fuss and slips over the edge to disgust people.

So she said unhurriedly, "So it's a bit of Your Mightiness, no wonder you don't have to sleep. You've saved all these people, haven't you?

The village chief whispered, "Sanniang, these two are not from the School of Confucianism, they are from Your Mightiness at the top of death and life, you don't have to be so"

"I don't care which sect it is, I recognise money not people."

Chu Wanning glanced at the stragglers huddled together, shivering in the cold, and with a lift of his hand, dropped a golden-red boundary to disperse the chill from them before turning his head, "How much do you want"

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

Although Sun Sanniang was disgusted, they had nowhere else to go. Chu Wanning knew that if he offended her, he would be offending the group of people he had brought with him, so he took the money pouch out of his pouch and threw it to her, even though he looked very bad.

"There's about eighty gold in there." He had most of his money with Xue Zhengyong and now he really didn't have much left, "We'll be staying for about seven days, so count it and see if you have enough."

"Not enough."

Sun Sanniang, who would not have done it himself, handed the money bag to his men and asked them to count it next to him.

"Eighty gold is at most enough for you to stay for three days, and that's not counting the cost of meals."

"You."

" Your Mightiness If you don't like it, I can go over it with you. A businessman knows his money, and I can tell you a reason for every one of them."

By this time Mo Ran had also arrived, and the money he had with him was not much, together with Chu Wanning, barely enough to feed and shelter fifty-two people for four days.

Sun Sanniang took away the soft goods and grinned with bright red lips, "I'll keep you for four days, but after that, if you don't have the money, I don't care if the fire goes out or not, you'll all have to leave immediately."

Chu Wanning did not eat that night in order to save money. He threw the sound-transmitting begonia into the sea and tried to make contact with Xue Zhengyong before returning to his temporary hut.

The house is even more modest than the one in Yuliang Village during the farming season, as there are not many vacancies on the island and everyone needs to squeeze in.

The light was on in the humble abode, but Mo Ran was not there, not knowing where she had gone.

Chu Wanning took off his outer robe, which, although of an expensive style, was of no better material than the white clothes he used to wear, and was covered in ashes from the fire and bloodstains. He poured a wooden bucket of hot water and was about to wash it when the door opened.

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes and glanced at him, "Where have you been so late."

When Mo Ran entered the house, he brought back a bamboo lunch box. It was a bit windy and cold outside, so he tucked it in his arms, raised his eyes, the tip of his nose frozen red, and smiled, "I've gone to ask for food at Sanniang's house."

Chu Wanning was stunned: "You went to ask for food"

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

"What to eat."

"Steamed buns." Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, "There was also a bowl of fish soup and a bowl of roast pork, but unfortunately there was no dessert. That Sun Sanniang was so tightly watched that everyone in the village was afraid of her and no one dared to give me anything else, so I went to her house and traded her a silver-made dagger I had with me."

Chu Wanning frowned, "She's too black-hearted, I know about your silver dagger with the spirit stones embedded in it, how come you got so little for it"

"It's more than that, I bargained with her for fifty-two portions, one for each person, and look what the kitchen sent out." Mo Ran smiled and said, "So don't worry about anyone else, Master, be a good boy and eat all this."

Chu Wanning was really hungry, so he sat down at the table and took several sips of hot fish soup before grabbing a steamed bun and munching on the roast pork. Sun Sanniang was stingy and did not give much meat, and most of it was fatty, so Chu Wanning did not like it, but the steamed buns tasted good when dipped in the broth.

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

"Hmm."

"It's just an outer robe, let me wash it for the Master."

"No, I'll go by myself."

Mo Ran said, "It's okay, I was just going to wash it too, I just happened to be there."

With that he went to the bed and picked up a few changes of clothes he had left behind earlier, before walking out with the barrel.

The moon was shining brightly in the courtyard, and Mo Ran looked up and wondered what had happened to Xue Meng and his uncle, and where Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si had gone. The fires on the other side of the sea were still rolling like a tide of blood, burning day and night.

Song Qiutong, and the man.

The man he had hated so much in his previous life that he had slaughtered the entire School of Confucianism for him.

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

Mo Ran sighed and stopped thinking about it. He put the bucket down, mixed some cool water from the tank, rolled up his sleeves and began to wash his clothes.

Chu Wanning, the guy who is so methodical and meticulous when it comes to making mechs and writing scrolls, is always a mess when he's asked to do some laundry and cooking.

Mo Ran, for example, used to check his dry pockets and hidden pockets before completely submerging his clothes in water to avoid getting anything important into the water, but Chu Wanning often didn't remember to do this step.

""

Mo Ran fell silent in the face of the pile of odds and ends he found in Chu Wanning's robes.

What's all this?

Begonia handkerchief.

Luckily, it's not too bad.

Various elixirs.

There's nothing wrong with that either.

A handful of sugar

Mo Ran was a bit bemused, and on closer inspection, it looked like the same buttermilk candy he had bought for him at Yuliang Village.

Still not finished?

Scroll down further, and Mo Ran is startled.

Detonator

Mo Ran was blue in the face, holding up the half-soaked, wet piece of talisman paper, almost creeped out.

Chu Wanning How wide is this man's heart to carry a detonation charm on his person without any restraint?

Mo Ran frowned and went through his clothes again, clearing out all the detonation charms, freezing charms and spirit-suppressing charms, and found that Chu Wanning had carelessly left the ascending dragon charm with a little dragon painted on it.

If we didn't even look at them, all these charms would be lost and a large part of them would be useless, Chu Wanning is really

Mo Ran shook his head helplessly and secretly said, "In future, he must not be allowed to wash his master's clothes by himself.

As he thought about it, a small, root-white object slipped out of his hidden pocket. Mo Ran didn't care, thinking it was another spell or talisman, so he picked it up and glanced at it.

With that one look, he was stunned.

It was an old brocade bag, embroidered with acacia flowers, the petals and leaves of which had lost their colour and were not as bright as they had been.

Somewhat puzzled and confused, he had a vague feeling that this object was familiar, that he must have seen it somewhere before, but it had been so long ago that he could not recall it for a while.

Mo Ran fondled the small pouch, his dark brow locked, his eyes glittering with light and shadows. One by one, the past flew by, and he tried to find the source of the bloom of this acacia in the turbulent years.

Light, slightly cool fabric, faded colours with age.

He held it in his hand and turned it over and over, but could not remember. Fearing that it contained something dangerous like a "detonation charm", he opened it a little and took a look.

""

It's a strand of hair.

No, on further inspection, it is actually two strands.

Tied together, wound together, the sky is the limit, tightly knitted. In the rush of time that has passed, they have been entwined, accompanying each other, and at first glance, one would think that they were one bundle, but in fact these two strands of ink have long been inseparable.

"Hair"

Mo Ran was stunned, and a little spiritual clarity flashed before his eyes.

He muttered, "The brocade brocade brocade"

Suddenly, he remembered an incident from the past. Immediately afterwards that event exploded like a flame in his heart, burning his chest with fire. His eyes all instantly widened from shock.

Ghost Master of Ceremonies.

He remembered.

Butterfly Town: A marriage of fm and mu

From now on, the two lonely souls will never be separated.

He remembered.

He remembered

The two strands of hair cut by the golden girl during his marriage to Chu Wanning in front of Butterfly Town's ghostly master of ceremonies were put away in a pouch and handed over to Chu Wanning.

It is this brocade.

"How."

Mo Ran's brain buzzed, blood rushed and he was confused for a few moments.

"How is that possible?"

He clutched the pouch so tightly that his hands shook slightly, and his eyes glowed with a vision of wonder, horror, disbelief, bewilderment, ecstasy and even sadness.

Master Chu Wanning

Why did he, why did he keep this