Although thirty thousand gold is indeed a reasonable price in Jiuchanggui, what can he do? He is so poor that he only has a set of pretentious clothes!

Therefore, he couldn't care less about his conscience, so he just grew a black heart.

It is said that things have reached this point, which is equivalent to a pair of mysterious hands opening the "door" for him, leaving him to walk in by his own strength. If he can't think of a way, it will be really useless!

There is no need for Chen Huanxian to be disappointed, he himself will look down on himself.

Yaoma's temples bulged, his eyes moved rapidly, and suddenly...he was so blessed that he looked at the bamboo slips held dearly in the old man's hands, and thought to himself, let's take a gamble no matter what.

He put on a good posture, raised his neck and said, "That's all, how much is the bamboo slip I borrowed just now to write the book on?"

Puzhu was stunned and said: "This thing is not valuable."

Yaoma nodded: "In that case, I will take away my things."

Puzhuyou's expression changed when he heard this, he forced out a smile and asked, "Why?"

Yaoma knew something was wrong when he saw his stiff expression. Although he was happy in his heart, he pretended to be impatient and said in a deep voice: "Why can't I take my things away? I just asked how much the bamboo slips are worth. You

It’s not worth anything, so what, you want money again?”

Puzhu choked and waved his hands: "No, that's not what I meant."

Yaoma didn't say anything to him, just spread his hands and said, "Bring it here."

The old man subconsciously took the bamboo slips he was holding into his arms and stared at Yaoma warily.

"Huh?" Yaoma was stunned and let out a dissatisfied voice.

And the people behind him who came to cheer him up immediately pulled out their newly forged oily swords, and the shining shadow of the sword made people's hearts tremble.

Puzhu's right eyes were fixed and he took a step back.

The old man blew his beard angrily.

"Bring it here!" Yaoma's tone was even worse this time.

Seeing this, the old man knew that he couldn't take it by force. He glanced at Puzhuyou, reluctantly took out the bamboo slips and moved them to him bit by bit.

Puzhuyou frowned, thought about it again and again, and said: "If you are willing to keep this thing, I am willing to sell it to you at half the price."

Yaoma thought to himself - I'm rich, so I don't want you to give me a half discount. It doesn't matter if I give you the full price, so why go to all this trouble!

"No need." He waved his sleeves with a firm attitude.

But in my heart I screamed in horror - don't collapse...

"That……"

Seeing Puzhuyou's hesitant attitude, Yaoma thought for a moment and decided to make the next move and said: "This slip is just a random thought, and its precision is less than one ten thousandth. To me, this thing is

It's nothing, but I have a peculiar quirk. I only give my things to friends. Since we are in a business relationship, I naturally want to take back my things."

This sentence contains much more content.

When Puzhuyou heard this, he could not hide the surprise and panic on his face. He and the old man looked at each other.

The old man stared blankly, pursed his lips, and nodded towards him.

Puzhu clenched his right fist and lowered his eyes to think about it for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! The Yin family is willing to give you all the things you want, just to make a friend, but this simple thing needs to be kept, and... and I am willing to do it in the future.

If I, the Yin family, want to exchange Yin-Yang science with you, you must not shirk it."

When Yaoma heard this, he took a deep breath.

He wanted to pick out his ears and listen again to see if what he just said was an auditory hallucination.

And...really achieved it?! Did you achieve your goal without spending a single copper penny, just by relying on one article and his method of making progress while retreating?

To be honest, Yaoma's head is still confused now, and he doesn't know how he did that admirable performance when he was unconscious before, and what exactly was written on the bamboo slips, so that the Yin family

People are so obsessed with it that they would rather lose money than keep it.

This, this is really damned, they all say it was written by him, but the problem is that he doesn't even know about it.

Could it be that he has some mysterious ability that others don't know about, or that he has an extremely powerful potential that must be unleashed in an emergency?!

In any case, now he really got a big deal from the Yin family!

Although the goal was achieved, Yaoma still maintained the reserve of an expert and said in a long voice: "This... is not good."

Puzhuyou basically paid respect to the literary master and saluted him: "Please, sir, please accept it with a smile."

As soon as Yaoma saw him bowing, he subconsciously wanted to hide. People in the world are not used to accepting such great gifts from others, but he thought that if he hid from such a high-ranking person, wouldn't his persona collapse? So he stiffened his body and returned.

Give him a gift.

The gourd painting made Puzhuyou and the old man look at him with a little more confusion.

The man who the old man received before was very polite and could write excellent articles, and the man who was now formal and awkward in his manners. Based on the old man's experienced vision, he thought they were completely different... But the problem was, this

The two are clearly the same person, which is strange.

After Yaoma stood up, he saw Puzhuyou and the old man staring at him. He made a thump in his heart, clasped his fists and said, "In that case, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

It would make him feel more comfortable to show off this kind of social etiquette.

Puzhu's right eye turned dark and he smiled and said, "I don't know your name yet."

Naturally, Yaoma didn't dare to give his real name, but since he promised to make friends, giving a false name might not fool him. He didn't know what to think. Instead of giving his own, he immediately gave the name "Chen Huanxian"

He said: "My surname is Chen, and I am the eldest in the family."

Puzhuyou nodded repeatedly when he heard this.

"It turns out to be Mr. Chen. Do you want to cash the goods you want, or do you want to set a date for us to deliver the goods?"

Yaoma struck each other with fists and palms and said: "Of course it's cash withdrawal."

"Okay, then please follow me."

——

Outside Qi's camp, Chen Baiqi laughed through "Little Mosquito" when he saw how Yaoma successfully obtained the goods without her "assistance" through bluffs and inducements.

"He still knows how to work around it, but if a road is paved for him, he will just cross the bridge."

It seemed that she was right. Yaoma was indeed a man with a flexible mind and knew how to adapt to changes. Although he had a penny that stumped the hero, he managed to get things done without even a penny.

"Xiaozhi, come back..."

——

The sky was slightly brighter, the first ray of dawn illuminated Qi Guo's tent, and the first comfort of the morning breeze blew through the green wormwood.

When Yaomayi and the others finally carried the goods back with great pains, they saw a figure as light and ethereal as the bright morning light from a distance, leaning against the bank of the stream, waiting quietly.

Yaoma was stunned for a moment, squinted his eyes, and after identifying who was waiting for them, he quickly ran forward.

Seeing that the person who had been talking about it for almost two days was now standing in front of him, Yaoma immediately pulled off his hat and stared into her eyes. He was a little excited and stammered: "I, I did it... I will give you what you want."

of……"

Chen Baiqi smiled, her eyes always warm and gentle, and she pressed his arm gently: "I know, I didn't doubt that you couldn't do it, so when the appointed time comes, I will be waiting here for your return."

It was such a simple sentence, but it made Yaoma inexplicably turn her eyes red.

He stared, gathering all the tension, fear and grievances he had before into the current indignation, and began to calculate the total at her: "You bad boy, just give me a problem. First, let me make weapons for you. There are many more."

It’s terrible. After I worked so hard to finish it, I was asked to do another thing that sounded ridiculous. If I hadn’t suddenly unleashed a potential, I don’t know if I could have passed this level!"

Chen Baiqi was sprayed in the face by him and said funnyly: "This shows that God is on your side, not to mention that with me here, as long as you read the tips I gave you, I will think that the problem is not big."

Yaoma originally glared at her with all his strength, but when he saw her smile like this, her smile was as warm as the morning light and seemed to illuminate a person's gloomy heart, he felt like he couldn't hold on anymore.

After she mentioned it, he remembered something: "What does the second piece of cloth in the bag you gave me mean? Why did I..."

Chen Baiqi interrupted him and said, "This is a formula for me to help you unleash your potential."

"ah?!"

"Ah, what, go back quickly, the big festival is about to start."

This time the team led by Yaoma returned with a full load, and Chen Baiqi distributed the armor and weapons. With such an arm, the previously recruited warriors officially formed a mighty team.

Mengchangjun was stunned when he saw the fledgling team that Chen Baiqi had organized for him and placed it in front of him.

Wei Yan and the others were also stunned. They walked over and touched and looked at it, as if they thought the equipment they were wearing was fake.

"this……"

Chen Baiqi accompanied Lord Mengchang, smiling at their mischief, and said, "It's at least not too ugly if they accompany the lord to participate in the grand expedition ceremony of Wei State."

Mengchangjun looked at Chen Baiqi and said in a magical tone: "You always surprise me, again and again."

Chen Baiqi smiled, his eyebrows shining brightly: "Because I am the lord's counselor."

Mr. Mengchang curled his lips, but his carefree expression was now full of seriousness: "I am really lucky to have you."

His serious tone made Chen Baiqi startled for a moment, and she looked into his eyes.

It was rare to see her looking so cute. Meng Changjun reached out and patted her head naturally at her height.

"Huanxian, my husband should grow taller and stronger. If he is too weak, he will not be favored by noble ladies."
To be continued...