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Chapter 45 Food Expenses

The two of them stared at each other in surprise.

Xu Yuan raised his hand slowly: "You speak first..."

Lin Wanmo opened the bag and said, "I've fixed it for you."

Inside the bundle was the three-barreled musket and a hide bag filled with gunpowder.
Xu Yuan was overjoyed. He picked it up and kept stroking it, unable to let it go.

The stepmother curled her lips and said, "What's so good about this thing? It has to be loaded before it's fired, and it's basically useless after three shots. During a fight, there's no time to reload. It's nowhere near as good as our traditional craftsmen."

There are also many factions within the seven major gates.

The most confusing thing is "Fa Xiu", which is really varied.

The Dharma cultivators have the largest number of people. If they can unite, they will definitely be the strongest force among the seven major sects.

But if anyone dares to talk about integrating the law, they will fight to death among themselves.

The internal conflict among the craftsmen is the most obvious. Both the new and old craftsmen feel that the other has embarked on the "evil path".

The old craftsmen originally had an absolute advantage, but as Huang Ming came into more and more contact with the Xuesha ghosts, the red-haired barbarians, and the blue-eyed barbarians, all kinds of strange and erotic skills from other states flowed in. The new craftsmen absorbed their techniques, and their strength became stronger and stronger, and gradually they were able to compete with the old craftsmen.

The three-barreled musket was a new craftsman's item, and the stepmother looked down on it.

Xu Yuan put away his musket: "External objects are for use. When it comes to understanding the way of craftsmanship, they are definitely far inferior to you, stepmother."

"Of course." Lin Wanmo proudly accepted this little flattery, then pointed to another bundle on the table and asked, "What is this?"

Xu Yuan said: "This is the money I earned this time, and I'm giving part of it to my family..."

Lin Wanmo smiled, her eyes moving slowly as she said, "Oh, you are so 'filial'." But she tapped the bag lightly with her slender fingers: "With your kindness, mother is satisfied, and you don't have to pay..."

"I make money, of course I have to..."

Lin Wanmo waved his little white hand: "Okay, I'm not dead yet, I can afford to support you."

Xu Yuan said maliciously: "You really don't want it?"

"No."

"Why don't you take a look at how much money I make first?"

"Qiao Ziang is so stingy, how much money can I give you..."

When Xu Yuan opened the bundle, Lin Wanmo's words were like being chopped in half by an axe.

Golden little ingots!
Just like the delicate and rosy little toes of a young girl in her prime.

Big silver ingots!
It's like a woman who has just given birth for the first time, with her belly full of treasures.

Brand new big banknotes!
It’s like a bride just carried into the house in a sedan chair, with a bright red veil on her head!

Xu Yuan knocked on the table: "Wipe your saliva."

Lin Wanmo glared at him in reproach and touched the corner of his mouth secretly. Oh no, he was actually drooling. How embarrassing.

She smiled, looking pretty and charming, and calmly pulled the bundle into her arms: "I am not asking for your money, I am helping you save it.

You are not young anymore, it is time to talk about finding a wife. Going through the matchmaking and the betrothal all cost money. If you can get married and start a family, and the Xu family has many children, then I will have the face to see your father in my grave..."

"Stop it!" Xu Yuan shouted, "You're going to see my father in the underworld. You're telling the truth. How much older are you than me?"

"Then I have to find you a wife." The stepmother insisted.

"I won't marry!"

"That's nonsense. What? Are you shy?"

"Why are you shy?" Xu Yuan didn't care at all: "I'll give the money back to my family, but you should leave me some pocket money."

Lin Wanmo thought about it, gritted his teeth, and took out a ten-liang ingot and some loose silver.

Xu Yuan was dissatisfied: "This is too little, not even enough for a drink at Chunxiang Restaurant in Wangjingfang..."

The stepmother's face turned cold and she gritted her teeth: "What did you say?! You even know the price?" "I..." Xu Yuan thought quickly and said: "Uncle Rong Kui told me."

Lin Wanmo's eyes turned slightly: If a young boy carries too much money on him, he will definitely learn bad things - everyone knows about Chunxiang Pavilion.

She deducted half of the silver!
"Hey hey hey..." Xu Yuan was dejected. It was his fault for saying the wrong thing.

No matter how much they quarreled, since Xu Yuan had taken out the money, he was giving it to his stepmother to manage. He didn't really care how much she kept for himself.

Because Xu Yuan thought this was "food allowance"!
Lin Wanmo counted the gold and silver in the bag and found it totaled over seven hundred taels! He was also shocked. This kid... was he a Pixiu? He went out and actually brought back so much money.

She had never seen so much money.

The Xu family has a rule: they cannot sell the crafts they make.

Xu Yuan didn't know why such a rule was set, but it had been like this since his grandfather's generation.

If there were no such rule, a craftsman's item made by the stepmother would cost at least five hundred taels of silver.

Xu Yuan put the silver in his arms and grabbed a meat-filled pancake to eat. Suddenly, Lin Wanmo asked seriously, "Tell me the truth, are there any girls you like?"

"no!"

"How about the third daughter from Old Yu's family at the west end of the cobblestone street ahead? You two grew up together. If you're interested, our family should arrange for you as soon as possible..."

If this much money was not used to marry a wife, the stepmother planned to find a way to buy two "sky iron ingots" for Xu Yuan.

The stepmother stopped talking before she finished, and Xu Yuan's expression also changed!
It was already dark, but there was a gloomy aura like thick fog blown by the wind, covering the entire yard!

Lin Wanmo swiftly flew to Xu Yuan's side, stuffed something into his hand, and then scurried to the window like a civet cat. He spread out his white palms and several delicate bamboo dragonflies flew out.

Xu Yuan looked down and saw an umbrella.

The craftsman's creation was exquisite and brand new. It was obviously made by the stepmother in the past two days.

It felt heavy in the hand. After trying it a few times, Xu Yuan figured out that it was a good tool for both attack and defense.

The materials are expensive, and this one alone would not be sold for less than one thousand taels.

Several bamboo dragonflies flew out to investigate.

Xu Yuan also crouched down and came to his stepmother's side, but Lin Wanmo glared at him and said, "Go to the back!"

"I can help."

"I'm not dead yet, I can protect you!" The stepmother did not allow for any rebuttal.

Xu Yuan curled his lips and had to retreat to the back obediently.

……

Old Qian stood outside the gate of the courtyard, moving slowly and methodically like a dying old man.

First, open an urn and pour it into the yard.

The black and gray ashes were scattered and turned into a thick and gloomy aura before they even hit the ground, covering the entire yard.

The night is a good time for ghosts to act, and now the negative energy in the yard has even reached a "sticky" level, which is even more suitable for Lao Qian's ghosts.

He put down the urn, took the sack from his shoulder, and took out cloth bags from it.

The rope at the mouth of the bag was tied tightly. Lao Qian untied it, and the hanged ghost inside immediately rushed out. He was wearing white clothes, his body and neck were hung thin, his hair was disheveled, and his long scarlet tongue dragged on his chest.

They floated in mid-air, their hands hanging by their sides, their claws purple and black, half a foot long.

Lao Qian pointed inside the house, and a total of five hanged ghosts floated over together.

They first rose up, crossed the courtyard wall, and then dived straight towards the house - as they dived, they simultaneously let out a shrill howl.

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