Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 277 Divide into three times?

After getting a clear answer from Emperor Yunjing, and a promise of "at least three years and at most four years", Chu Huaiyun was in a very good mood when he returned, and his steps were particularly brisk.

As soon as she stepped out of the imperial study room, she bumped into Mo Junli who came to cry poorly, she couldn't help but smile, and when she said hello, she chatted with him casually.

"Hey, Ah Yan, are you crying for being poor again?" Chu Huaiyun said, then he raised his hand and patted the young man's head, "This child has grown so tall after a while—yes, the young man is very energetic."

Why is this called "again".

No, when did the news of him crying for poverty spread so widely? Does he, Mo, want to lose face?
"Emperor, Aunt Huang." Mo Junli was stunned by her sudden slap on the head. He stiffened his face and thought wildly for a while, then Fang reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips, "What a coincidence, you are also entering the palace today Yeah."

"Well, come to discuss something with your father." Chu Huaiyun nodded, and then looked back at the Imperial Study Room quite relaxedly, "Come on, you go in, Yaoyao will be reviewing papers in it now."

"I have to go back to the palace first. Your uncle is still kneeling at home. I guess it's been an hour or two. If he kneels again, there must be something wrong with his old arms and legs!"

Good guy, that granite washboard with iron nails and sharpened corners?

Uncle Huang's knee is probably made of fine steel!
Mo Junli's scalp was numb, he imagined his uncle kneeling on the washboard, his body trembled for no reason, and the expression on his face became more submissive.

He arched his hands, bowed to the woman who was walking away step by step, and the hairs on his back stood on end: "Hey, okay, auntie, go slowly."

"Go, go." Chu Huaiyun waved his sleeves away, raised the hem of his clothes slightly, took a big step, and disappeared at the end of the palace wall in the blink of an eye.

The boy stared at the direction she left, and floated into the imperial study like a wandering soul.

——Although he was born a little later, he had never witnessed Chu Huaiyun's fierce love affair with his own eyes, but he also got a glimpse of her old man's ferocious demeanor from all kinds of palace concubines and storybooks in the streets and alleys.

So instinctively, he had a sense of awe towards Chu Huaiyun, but now that she was suddenly slapped on his head, naturally he couldn't recover for a while.

Didn't the aunt's blow just now smash his poor brain?
Mo Junli was so excited that he hurriedly ran through the history of Qianping in his mind, and read all kinds of military books he had read since he was a child. After confirming that there was really nothing wrong with his head, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it can still work.

The boy stretched out his hands to press the center of his brows, quickly put on a coquettish and apologetic smile, and rushed into the imperial study in two or three steps——

"Old man, old man, I'm here to see you (the money)~" The young man raised his voice and shouted a hundred times, and the voice made the beams of the house tremble and tremble.

When Chu Huaiyun entered the palace, Yu Deyong, who had been standing outside the inner room door, trembled when he heard this, and quickly closed the small door inside the room. Emperor Yun Jing shook his hands, and a cinnabar color almost dragged out of the table.

His brain ached, and the grief hidden in his heart deepened, he raised his head and looked at Mo Junli, his already vicissitudes face was even more vicissitudes now.

"You cry poorly three times a month, but you are always on time every time?" Even more punctual than his mother's daughter's monthly letter!
"Didn't you just get your monthly salary two days ago?" Mo Jingyao looked gloomy and curled his lips, "Come on, how bad is it this time?"

"Hey, what can you do with the 200 taels of silver in the monthly salary? At most, you can give a salary to the servants in the mansion." Mo Junli smiled and rubbed his hands, "It's not much worse, just keep looking at it."

In fact, he is not short of any money at the moment, the reason why he went to the palace to cry poor is just a habit of three times a month, if he cries less once, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

"Left or so, I have been stockpiling food recently. A hundred and eight thousand taels is not too little, and one or twenty thousand taels is not too much."

"Hoard food?" Emperor Yunjing couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise after hearing this, "Why are you hoarding this? There are already so many soldiers and horses secretly raising that you need to hoard food?"

"That's not true. At most, it's the size of the forbidden army. It stands to reason that there is really no need to stock up so much." The young man said lightly, as if the "scale of the forbidden army" was a trivial matter that should not be put on the table.

"Then what are you doing? Buying and selling?" Mo Jingyao stared, "You are so poor? You are so miserable!"

"...I only sell food after stuffing two taels of paste in the Tianling Gai." Mo Junli spat, bah, the old man is so miserable!

"I have a friend who is a very powerful Taoist priest." The young man folded his chest, pretending to be mysterious, "She said that the astrology in the sky has been in chaos these days, and I am afraid that within three years, I will encounter several disasters and natural disasters." .”

"Especially natural disasters, most of them are more ferocious than in previous years... I think what she said is very reasonable, so I ordered my subordinates to stock up more food at a lower price."

"In the future, there will be a natural disaster, and the food in your treasury is not enough to relieve the disaster."

Emperor Yunjing was silent for a moment when he heard the words: "Ayan, when did you believe this?"

"Old man, I never believed in astrology." Mo Junli shook his head, "But I believe in my friends."

Believe in all the things he experienced in his previous life——

Although he respects warlocks, he doesn't completely believe in these so-called numerology, at least he doesn't believe that everything is a so-called "fixed number".

If everything was determined, then he and the little national teacher would not be standing here now.

The young man closed his eyes, and what he relied on was nothing but the "knowledge" of his previous life; Mu Xici was the only magician who could give him full trust.

——Where are there so many fixed numbers in this world, there should not be so many fixed numbers.

"...Forget it, you still have soldiers in your hands, so it doesn't matter if you stock up on more food and grass, if there is a disaster in the middle school in two years, it can be regarded as a first-hand preparation in advance." Emperor Yun Jing pondered, "That's it. "

"Let me approve 5000 taels for you first, so you can save some money and don't come again this month."

"Ah, this." Mo Junli scratched his head, and after a long time of entanglement, he carefully rubbed against the table, "5000 taels is very good, but can you divide them into three times and give them to me?"

"? Don't you take the whole thing and you take the broken ones?" Mo Jingyao stared, it was the first time he heard such an outrageous request.

"I'm used to entering the palace three times this month. I feel uncomfortable when you suddenly refuse to let me come." The young man said confidently, "Just divide it into three times?"

……are you crazy!
Mo Jingyao was very puzzled. He squinted at the young man for a long time, and without saying a word, he took out 5000 taels of private bank notes from the drawer, and slapped Mo Junli in his arms: "Take the money and get out."

"Don't old man, you gave me so much all at once, what should I do if I can't control the mess?" The young man put away one with a hippie smile, and stuffed the rest back into the drawer, "I'll just take one this time, and the rest Pick it up in the middle or end of the next month."

Emperor Yun Jing sneered: "When the time comes, there will be no more."

"You don't care what you say." Mo Junli chuckled, "Speaking of which, what is Auntie doing here today?"

"I saw she seemed very happy when she went back."

　It's Tuesday again, I don't know if I can reward a QAQ for wholesale push
　　The requirements are not high, and the second-level wholesale will do.
　　If you don't push the child to belch, it's a balls hammer
　　
　
(End of this chapter)