Under the temptation of money, Nuobao decided to give him a chance to express his feelings for himself.

She jumped down from Shino's knee, grabbed the third brother's hand, and pointed directly at the big rooster in the chicken coop.

Brother Shi San knew what she meant at a glance. He grabbed a rope and walked over to the chicken's ankle, handed her the other end of the rope to her, and said, "I'll go with you?"

Nuobao held the big rooster with flapping wings very steadily and said crisply: "No."

She wanted to lead the chicken out to negotiate to earn extra money for her family, but it was inconvenient for someone to follow her.

Brother Shi frowned and stood up and said, "That chicken is almost as tall as Nuobao. What if she falls if she holds it like this?"

"San, you..."

"Da da!"

Nuo Bao looked at the elder brother who spoke in a shocking voice and hummed with great momentum.

She pointed at herself, glanced at the chicken being held in disgust, and said, "Bao, cake!"

She is obviously much taller, okay?!

There are many ways to insult people, why choose the most heartbreaking one!

Brother Shi was stunned, Dai Hongliu held back her laughter and smoothed out: "It's not a problem."

"Since Nuobao's ability to leave, he often leads Huahua around the house in circles. Huahua is gentle and will not fall."

She was afraid that Nuobao would make a fuss, so she quickly walked out with the little doll whose face was red.

"Nuobao can only walk around the wall. He doesn't want to leave or Huahua is not good at it. Just call her mother, remember?"

Nuo Bao endured humiliation and focused his head. When he walked out, he strided with his head a little bit higher than the big rooster's head, and a small tuft of dull hair swayed up and down.

Brother Shi San couldn't help it and held his stomach and laughed: "Brother, what are you saying, "What are you saying, "Brother, why do you think she's short?"

Nuo Bao was weak at first, and he was obviously three years old, but his size was much shorter than his peers.

Originally, Nuo Bao was so stupid that he didn't care, but since he started to recover, he has been extremely concerned about his height.

Whoever says he is anxious with?

Brother Shi said laughing and crying: "I didn't know it before."

“It’s not too late to remember now.”

Dai Hongliu was also enduring it very hard.

She pretended to be calm and said, "You can't say it anymore in the future, otherwise you can coax it yourself if you cry."

There was constant laughter in the yard, and Nuo Bao led Huahua to the corner of the wall, staring straight at the void in front of him.

"You just said silver?"

How many are there?

Where are they?

Her little face was tender and thoughtful, and she looked like a baby, and her belly was full of abacus.

The ghost didn't know what she was thinking, but when she finally let go, she was so happy that she burst into tears. She knelt on the ground and began to tell her rich and tragic life.

His name is Song Wen, who was originally a child from a poor family.

But luck cannot stop it. In the year of disaster, he relied on his mind to resell grain and made a fortune. He transformed himself into a well-known local gentry.

He made a fortune with his ability, but the string he had been poor was always tense and dared not relax. He sat on the treasure pot for half a lifetime, and half a copper slipped out of his fingers would take half a day.

Simply put, I have a fortune, but I just don’t spend it!

In order to keep his wallet bulging all the time, he also left a lot of back-ups, such as hiding money everywhere.

Speaking of this, he wiped his blood and tears in a heartbreak, and said, "I never thought that a fire burned the booklet that marked the place where I hid money. When I died, there was still a place where the silver was not found. I just couldn't remember where I was buried..."

For such a huge sum of money that could not be found, Song Wen died and refused to go on the road.

Obsession prompted him to wander in the world, but things he could not find when he was alive, and even more so when he died.

He cried so hard that he was heartbroken.

Nuo Bao looked at his dress that was very different from the present, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully and said, "How long have you been dead?"

Song Wen blinked blankly.

"I...I don't know..."

Wandering souls have no idea of ​​time.

He only remembers that he has been floating all the time, but where is his money?

Nuobao has seen many wealth-guarding slaves in his two lives. This is the first time she has seen him who cherish every penny to the level of Song Wen.

She sighed and said, "How long have you been in this village?"

Song Wen asked three questions and didn't know: "I don't remember."

"Then how did you know me?"

Song Wen's eyes lit up: "Sui'er's mother told me!"

Sui'er's mother...

Nuo Bao grabbed the branches and slashed them on the ground a few times, without raising his head, saying, "So, you have been here for quite some time."

The soul of a dead person should be dispersed. Those who can stay in the world for a long time are mostly driven by obsessions in their hearts.

This obsession will become an inexplicable guide to guide ghosts who refuse to leave to approach the direction where the obsession is.

In other words, Song Wen may not be able to figure out what kind of old ghost he is, but the money he couldn't find must be hidden in this village.

This is the guide in the dark.

Nuo Bao calculated a rough direction based on his birth date and eight characters. Seeing the result of the hexagram as expected, he raised his eyebrows happily.

"You want me to find that box of silver for you?"

Song Wen nodded repeatedly.

If you can't find him, you won't even be at ease.

"No problem, I can help you."

Nuo Bao looked at Song Wen, who was so excited that he almost twisted himself into maggots, and made a stop gesture, and said with a smile: "But I helped you, what's the benefit?"

If the money is in place, you can help you with both humans and ghosts.

If you don’t have money, then there is no need to talk about it.

Song Wen was prepared for this and said without thinking: "When I find my wish, I will be fine. No matter how much money I have, I can't use it, so it will naturally belong to you."

Nuo Bao didn't really believe that Shoucai Slave would be so generous, so he paused and said, "Take it serious?"

"Of course it's true."

Song Wen said self-deprecatingly: "When I was alive, I kept my wealth for the rest of my life, and even if I died, I was bound by the endless money to be reborn. Now what I am obsessed with is just a thought, and it is useless for me to take the money."

Nuo Bao thought for a while and tentatively said, "Why should I exchange the amount of silver for equal amount of paper money and burn it for you?"

"Can you exchange paper money for ingots? It's best to fold it with gold paper."

As soon as he asked and answered, the original open-mindedness on Song Wen's face instantly turned into a visible expectation of the naked eye. What burst out from his eyes was no longer blood and tears, but the luster of desire for gold and silver.

Nuo Bao looked at him speechlessly and nodded silently.

"Can."

He is worthy of being a man who lives and dies for money.

Become a ghost for a hundred years, and your original intention remains unchanged!

However, if you exchange ingots made of paper for real silver, you won’t suffer any losses in this wave of transactions.

Nuobao promised to be readily, and Song Wen also drifted away happily.

Both parties feel that the deal was made by themselves.

After sending the old ghost who gave away the money, Nuobao was about to lead Huahua home.

But as soon as she walked to the door of the house, she saw the old lady walking towards someone with a respectful look on her face.

The man was wearing a Taoist suit and holding a fairy-like whisk in his hand, looking a bit like a paranormal.

But just as Old Lady Shi led him closer, Nuo Bao's eyebrows jumped uncontrollably.

Something is wrong.
Chapter completed!