I'm not good at this green tea princess

Chapter 170 Gouging out a piece of meat
"This is a wound medicine that I managed to get. It is more effective than the one from the imperial hospital, but it hurts a little at first after applying it, and it will make your wound heal faster. It is best to use it at this time!"

Used too early, this medicine will make people feel miserable.

Use it too late and lose its effect.

It is now that the wound has begun to scab, and it is best to use it when new flesh is about to grow.

Song Ying was stunned.

It turned out that she was staring at her butt because she was looking at the condition of the wound!
He smiled and said thank you.

Nan Ge turned his back to him and snorted: "It was my fault, and this is what I should do. I will remember this kindness. As long as it is not a personal promise, if there is anything else that needs me to do, just say it!"

"That……"

Before Song Ying could make a move, she realized that Nan Ge had disappeared again with a swish.

Hi……

this person...

Empty promises are very exciting. I was about to say that I want you to do something, but you just dropped this sentence and ran away?
Song Ying couldn't laugh or cry.

After waiting for a while, Xiaojun arrived late.

The eldest princess has long ordered that if Nan Ge enters the mansion, he must give the green light along the way, and everyone backs off, giving the two of them time to spend alone to cultivate their relationship.

Song Ying was very speechless, and handed the medicine powder to Xiaojun, asking him to apply the medicine to herself.

The Nan family is a battlefield killer, and the wound medicine in their hands is definitely better than the mild medicine of the imperial doctor.

However, as soon as Xiaojun sprinkled the medicine, Song Ying let out a scream like a pig.

Oh my God!
That's kind of a pain.

It literally cost him half his life.

Song Ying deeply suspected that Nan Ge was deliberately messing with herself.

Fortunately, after about a quarter of an hour of severe pain, the skin felt a comfortable coolness, and Song Ying was already drenched.

A woman's mouth, a liar.

Especially Nan Ge, he is simply a ghost king.

Just like this pain, in her mouth, it's just a little pain. Her painful nerves are probably as thick as a bucket.

Song Ying complained for a whole day, and on the second day, Xiao Jun was pleasantly surprised to find that the wound began to grow a little new flesh.

It really works.

That's all, the swearing nonsense yesterday is temporarily withdrawn.

Meng Ci has been meditating for the past two days.

What are you thinking?
I want to get something from Murong Feng.

The Emperor of Chu has a decree that Meng Ci can ask for compensation at will. Of course, the Hou Mansion is not short of good things, but Meng Ci wants to gouge a piece of flesh from Murong Feng, which will make him heartache, make him uncomfortable, and make him sleepless all night .

You can't ask for money directly, it's so vulgar, and asking for tens of thousands of taels is harmless to the Defei faction.

Today is the pay day once a month, and Xiaolu and Xiaocha are paying wages to everyone in Songtao Yard.

The wages are first collected by them from the housekeeper, and then distributed to everyone in the yard one by one, and everyone presses their fingerprints when receiving the money.

Xiaolu is the accountant, and Xiaocha is the cashier. It can be said that it is very scientific.

"Wang Dazhuang, this is yours, five taels of silver per month!"

"Thank you little green girl, you are the best little green girl!"

Xiaolu waved her hand: "Go while you go, you old man, you can't speak normally!"

Wang Dazhuang was disgusted, took the money from the small tea shop, and left in a hurry.

"Biluochun, two taels of moon silver!"

"Mao Jian, two taels of moon silver!"

"Silver needle, two taels of silver per month!"

……

After a while, everyone happily received the money.

These slaves are provided with food and housing, and every quarter the mansion will make two new clothes, and at the end of the year, everyone will be adorned with jewelry.

So the monthly silver of these two taels of silver is quite a lot.

The Hou Mansion has few masters and few things to do. It can be said that it is a good job with more money and less work. Everyone has a happy face and murmurs about buying something.

At this time, the shadow floated silently in front of Xiaolu and Xiaocha, and opened their hands.

He also works in Songtao Academy, so he also needs money.

Xiaolu flipped through the booklet, with regret on her face: "Shadow, you don't have your share here, maybe yours is with the young master!"

Shadow blinked his eyes, completely disappointed, without much excuse, turned around slowly and walked outside the house.

The young master won't remember these little things, he seems to have no money, woo woo woo...

Xiaolu and Xiaocha looked at each other, and they both laughed.

This silly boy is too sweet.

Xiaolu grabbed him and said, "Just kidding, why are you so straight-hearted, you can lose your share, and I will make up for you together for the first two months!"

As she said that, she turned to the last page of the brochure and said, "Ten taels a month, a total of 30 taels, press a fingerprint!"

Shadow happily pressed his fingerprints, and took the money from the small tea shop.

Xiaolu asked curiously: "Shadow, you should be very rich, right? How can these dozens of taels of shadow make you so happy?"

"That's different!"

Meng Ci lazily stretched out his head from the couch and asked, "What's the difference?"

Shadow hesitated for a moment, and replied, "This money is not stained with blood!"

He has formed a habit of killing people for money over the years.But these few months of life made him suddenly have a feeling that it feels better to earn money that is not stained with blood.

Sleeping on beams is also better than sleeping on the roof.

Xiaolu smiled, not wanting him to get entangled in these unpleasant things, and changed the subject: "Shadow, you should have a lot of money, and you don't marry a wife, what are you going to do with the money?"

Shadow scratched his head: "I don't have a lot of money..."

Xiaolu and Xiaocha looked at each other.

It seems that the little money last time was really his capital.

Poor little...

Being squeezed out by unscrupulous bosses like this, no wonder he was happy like a child when he saw 30 taels of silver.

It was looking at the shadow full of sympathy, and heard him add: "It's only a few 10 taels!"

puff……

The tea in Xiaolu's mouth sprayed out.

Unremarkable Versailles...

Shadow explained: "I used to take on a lot of jobs and work more seriously. I cut off the most heads, and I didn't usually have much money to spend!"

It's all money accumulated over the past ten years, and it's piled up head by head!

hehehe...

A few 10 taels, even Meng Ci felt a little sour.

She asked: "Then what do you want to do with so much money, without getting married or having children..."

Xiaolu bowed her head to drink tea, turned over the ledger in her hand, and listened carefully with her ears open.

Shadow scratched his head and said expressionlessly: "I want to build a golden house in the future... When I was young, I heard Mr. Shu said that there was a rich man who built a golden house for his wife and children..."

What kind of messed up storyteller is this, this should be the story of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's Jinwu Cangjiao?

Unexpectedly, the little shadow has a big dream.

While Meng Ci was complaining, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

Hey!
Got it!

She jumped up and hugged Shadow excitedly: "Shadow, I know I'm going to dig meat from Murong Feng, hahaha... Thank you, brother!"

　You can guess what Meng Ci wants next
　　
　
(End of this chapter)