MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 9 money can't be spent too little

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  Chapter 9 Money can't be spent too little

  For monsters and some humans, these jerky are delicious snacks.

  The father and son, Uncle Hao, and the housekeeper searched for it, but they still couldn't find anything that caught their eyes, so they had to give up.

  He Lingchuan lowered his head and quietly glanced at the divine bone necklace.

   This is also a spoil from the Leopard Demon. He has repeatedly considered whether to donate it, but there is always a voice in his heart reminding him: Never show it to others!

  This premonition was so strong that he struggled for a long time, but decided to follow his heart.

"Take these back, and the two guards will still be handed over to Hongbaidao. Yes, I remember that Hongbaidao has a farm in the southern suburbs. At this time, the farm is slack, and there is probably no one around the village. Lingchuan, do you understand? ... Yes, okay , let’s go after dinner, make it nicer.” He Chunhua turned to Uncle Hao, “Ahao, please stay here for a while.”

  He Lingchuan led the way out, while Uncle Hao stayed where he was.

  After the figure of the eldest son of the He family disappeared behind the porch, He Chunhua said to Uncle Hao: "Tell me what happened today."

  Uncle Hao came one by one, without adding oil or vinegar.

  He Chunhua nodded after hearing this, and let him go.

  The feeding room fell silent, and He Chunhua stared at the leopard carcass on the table, lost in thought for a while.

   Butler Wu waited by the side until the time of two incense sticks passed before he reminded: "Master, it's time for dinner."

   Sheriff He said "hmm", "What do you think of this?"

   "The eldest young master seems to have acted recklessly, but he actually handled it well." Butler Wu said with a smile, "I shouldn't have let those two guards run around in the city to inquire."

   "The little **** is getting more careful, it seems that his serious injury this time is a blessing in disguise." He Junshou let out a sigh of relief.

   "The master was worried at first, but the young master's temper suddenly improved, so he should be relieved now."

   "Yes." Jun He said quietly, "Let's go and have dinner."

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  No matter how much Junshou He loves his homeland, no matter how much He’s house resembles the style of the capital, he must bow his head to reality for three meals a day, and eat similarly to the locals in Heishui City.

   After all, we rely on mountains to eat mountains, rely on water to eat water, and rely on soil to eat soil.

  He Lingchuan ate half a leg of boiled lamb in front of him. This is really stewed in clear water, at most put some **** and green onion in the water to remove the fishy smell.

   Stew the original taste. The mutton is already crisp and springy, and when dipped in some pepper and spicy salt, it is really fresh. He Lingchuan personally cut a slice, dipped a slice, and ate a slice, sighing in satisfaction.

  The cook hired by the Sheriff’s Mansion only uses bighorn sheep under one and a half years old. This sheep likes wandering around the Gobi, and often eats herbs such as mother-in-law and skullcap, so the meat is mellow and mellow, which is quite different from other similar sheep. It is a special product on Hongya Road.

  He Chunhua sat next to a beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress, scooped millet porridge and blew it twice before drinking it slowly. The lack of rush and slowness just contrasted sharply with He Lingchuan's big mouthful of meat.

   This is He Chunhua's original wife, Ying Hongchan, the head of the He family. She occasionally tastes a piece of mutton, but the butler has to pick it for her, which is pleasing to the eye.

  She listened to the conversation between her husband and her youngest son, smiling all over her face, and sometimes glanced at He Lingchuan.

  The four of them are all here, neat and tidy.

  He Chunhua is discussing with his youngest son the taxation of Qiansong County this year.

   Yes, taxes. One of the topics that the residents of Heishui City love to talk about is that the most powerful assistant of He Junshou is not a senior accountant, nor is he a think tank under his command, but his youngest son, He Yue, who is under fourteen years old.

This kid could read at the age of three and memorize 300 poems at the age of seven. In the next year, the He family sent two accountants to prison—He Yue was free to settle the books and figured out several old bad debts. Two fat rice worms were also pulled out.

  When He Yue was twelve years old, in addition to being successful in calligraphy and painting on the chessboard, he began to dictate the government affairs of He Junshou... Oh no, it was to give advice.

  He Chunhua is not a pedantic old pedant, the youngest son's proposal is clear and effective, of course he raised his hands to encourage. The more He Yue worked, the more confident he became, and he could even share part of Dad's work.

   So this kind of scene is very common now.

  He Lingchuan didn't participate in their discussion, didn't say a word, just enjoy the food quietly, after all, the original body did the same in the past.

  He couldn't get his mouth in at all.

  The brothers of the He family have inherited their father's good looks. He Lingchuan is tall and handsome, while He Yue has delicate features, more like Mrs. Ying.

   But the characteristics of the two are completely different.

  He Yue has a photographic memory, and as the eldest son, He Lingchuan, he will definitely fall asleep within a quarter of an hour after reading a book, which is better than any tranquilizing medicine.

  The only thing more annoying than "other people's children" is "my own brother is a top student".

   That is really all-round rolling without dead ends.

   "Okay, let's eat!" Ying Hongchan interrupted the conversation between the senior and the junior, "If you don't move the chopsticks, the food will be cold."

   In fact, if he didn't move the chopsticks, He Lingchuan would almost eat up all the dishes.

  He practices martial arts, and his appetite is more than twice that of ordinary people.

Seeing that Ying Hongchan personally carried a soft fried river prawn for He Yue, He Lingchuan wiped his hands with a towel: "Second brother, send a customs clearance document to Liu Baobao's Chamber of Commerce tomorrow, his caravan is coming back soon, don't want to Got stuck at Baitong Pass."

"Say it, don't call me the second child!" It's ugly, and He Yue really hates this title, "I just wanted to tell you that the Liu Family Chamber of Commerce has been in arrears with the carriage tax for two years. More than a hundred taels. They will have a customs clearance order after they make up for it.”

   "If that caravan doesn't come back, we won't be able to pay the seven hundred taels." He Lingchuan said with a smile, "We're old acquaintances, let's accommodate it once, and I'll help you watch it then."

  He Yue wanted to say something more, but He Chunhua had already opened his mouth: "It's okay, let's send the document."

  He made a final decision, and He Yue could only respond bitterly, and then gave He Lingchuan another look.

   What accommodation "once"? This has happened ten times or eight times. Whenever the old man went to stare at him personally, he always said it and forgot!

   But the father turned to the elder brother.

  He Lingchuan raised the seabuckthorn juice to him and grinned.

  Actually, after one or two rounds, he understood that this was not pocketing, but working for his father. After all, Magistrate He is an official, sometimes it is inconvenient to show up, so his son will do it for him.

"Speaking of which, elder brother's monthly expenses have indeed dropped. He only spent more than 200 taels from the mansion, and the usual 900 taels would not be enough." He Yue said like a treasure, "However, after you are injured, you need to see a doctor and take medicine tonic. , and spent more than three hundred taels of silver..."

  He Lingchuan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly feigned impatience: "I know, I know, it's not that I've been lying in bed for too long, so I don't have a chance? I know I've spent less, so I will work harder next month!"

   Tells are everywhere. He didn't expect that the less money he spent, the more suspicious he would become.

  Based on a rough calculation, one tael of silver can be exchanged for one thousand renminbi. Mr. He usually spends 900,000 renminbi a month!

  (end of this chapter)