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Chapter 279 You Want To Send Me To The West

A house on the east side of the Qin family.

A man's shocked voice sounded in the closed room: "What? Someone from the Meng family rescued Qin Feng?"

The boy who was standing aside tremblingly explained: "I heard that it was the ghost of Qin Feng's wife who came to Yanghua Village to call people. Maybe they now know that we are behind it..."

"Reinforcements brought in by ghosts? It seems like he really shouldn't die." Li Yongtai was disappointed. He thought it was a sure thing, but in the end, a little ghost killed him halfway.

Now that no one has been killed, the family heirloom is probably going to be lost. How can he swallow this breath?

"It's probably impossible to attack Qin Feng. We still have to focus on the Meng family. If they don't eat the toast, we can only let them drink as a fine."

The boy was puzzled, "But didn't you say that Meng Yuan's wife is very talented and hard to handle?"

"She is only good at catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. Can't we just use other means to deal with them?"

Li Yongtai played with the jade beads in his hand, showing a shrewd look on his face, "I heard that Meng Yuan is building a greenhouse in the village to grow fungi. Then we will bribe someone to help him and figure out the method of growing fungi."

"If you have the recipe in hand, won't the money come automatically?"

"Can we bribe her?" The boy was unsure, "The people here seem to trust Shen Qingqing so much that they almost didn't offer her up."

Li Yongtai sneered, "If you can't buy it, it means you don't have enough money. If one hundred taels is not enough, just two hundred taels, five hundred taels... As long as you give enough money, there is nothing impossible in the world!"

The boy asked: "Shall I try?"

"Go." Li Yongtai waved his hand, leaned back in his chair confidently, and squinted his eyes, as if he had seen the future when everyone was scrambling to buy the fungus oil, and the money was falling on his head like raindrops.

After working hard in the mall for most of his life, he is finally getting ahead!

"From now on, I, Li Yongtai, will be Nanyuan County, no, the richest man in Daqi. Let's see if any of you dare to look down on me, hahaha..."

Li Yongtai laughed proudly and wildly.

Two days later, the young man came to Yanghua Village with 500 taels of silver in his pocket. He secretly observed him in a grass hut at the foot of the mountain for two hours, and finally selected a thin young man dressed in tatters as his bribe target.

In the evening, a group of people finished carrying rice husks, threw their working tools into the shed, washed their hands and faces by the river, and rested directly in a nearby thatched shed.

The boy stayed by for a long time, and finally caught the opportunity when the thin man was alone, and rushed over to say hello: "Little brother, wait a moment, I have something to talk to you about... Hey, brother, your arm is broken?"

The thin man shook his arm that was hanging by his side and sighed sadly. The last time his arm was cut off by Shen Qingqing, he spent a lot of effort to connect it, but due to his poor technique, the connected arm would break from time to time.

Last time, I was in trouble.

However, this reason must not be told to the outside world. Now that he has changed his ways and is a new person, if he scares others out because of this kind of thing again, Shen Qingqing is afraid that he will skin him alive.

After thinking for a while, he made up a very convincing reason: "Well, it's broken. It's broken from exhaustion."

"Little brother, it's too miserable for you! You even broke your arm because of fatigue for a few copper coins. It really makes those who hear it sad and those who see it cry."

The thin man thought to himself: I'm even worse off than you said. I don't even have a few coppers, but I work for free every day.

The boy held his arm and while talking, he pulled him to a place where no one was around: "Brother, why don't we stop doing this with him? I have an opportunity to make a fortune. Are you interested in hearing about it?"

"you say."

"Well, you've been working with Meng Yuan for several days. Have you figured out how he grows fungi? As long as you tell me how to grow fungi, these one hundred taels of silver will be yours."

The boy took out a silver note with a denomination of one hundred taels from his sleeve and showed it in front of him.

The thin man's expression changed, he stared at him with a sinister look and said, "Are you here to steal the recipe?"

"Look at what you said, I'm here to give you money!" The boy said with a disapproving look on his face, "A few words for a hundred taels of silver, isn't it the same as picking it up for free?"

"You are not giving me money, you are trying to send me to the West!"

The thin man kicked him to the ground, stealing Shen Qingqing's prescriptions and selling them for money. Isn't this guy holding a lantern and picking up shit - looking for shit?

Besides, he is a ghost and cannot die without eating or drinking, so why does he need money?

"If you think the money is too little, we can add more, but don't hit anyone." The boy covered his buttocks and got up with a groan, and took out a banknote from his sleeve, "How about two hundred taels of silver?"

The thin man raised his legs again, "Get out, get out of here, don't let me see you again, you're an unlucky thing."

The boy dodged to the side and compared his fingers with him, "What about five hundred taels? Five hundred taels, there really can't be any more!"

"Come, come here." The thin man waved to him.

"This is the right thing to do. No one can have trouble with money." The boy smiled happily and walked up to him holding the banknote.

When the thin man saw him coming, he turned around, broke off a branch and called him, "You thief with bad intentions, I asked you to harm me!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

A violent rain of tree branches fell down, and the boy was immediately stunned.

He couldn't understand why he was beaten so badly when he was obviously here to give money.

Isn’t anyone asking for the money that comes to your door these days?

He did not believe in evil, so after being beaten severely by the thin man, he recovered his mood and found another man who seemed to be in worse condition.

The man was okay, he didn't hit him, he just pointed at his nose and told him to get out.

"I won't leave!"

The boy was very angry, so he turned around and asked another man to do the experiment.

At this time, he had forgotten that he was here to buy money, not to verify whether the people here really regarded money as dirt.

The third man had an even worse temper. After understanding his purpose, he threw him onto a tree branch and beat him. After the beating, he still felt that it was not enough, so he took him to Meng's house to complain.

As soon as he entered the door, Meng Yuan recognized that the boy was Li Yongtai's man. He glanced at him with a worried expression and said coldly: "Li Yongtai asked you to come?"

The boy shrank his neck, nodded, and begged him for mercy in a low voice: "Boss Meng, I'm just following orders and don't have any bad intentions. How about you spare me?"

"I can spare you, but you have to pay a price. Otherwise, how can you have a long memory?" Meng Yuan sneered and snatched the banknote from his hand without any explanation.

Boy: "?"

bandit?

"That's the banknote that the master gave me to do something. If the job wasn't done, you took the banknote away. How can I go back and deliver the errand?"

The boy curled his lips and wanted to cry.

"Don't you just want to know how to grow mushrooms? Let me tell you." Shen Qingqing, who was sitting in front of the corridor, interjected: "You just go to the mountain and pull out a mushroom and bury it in the dung. The mushrooms will grow the more prosperous the dung is.

The more fragrant it is.”

The boy didn't believe it, "Really? Don't lie to me."

Shen Qingqing looked serious, "Really, I never lie to people."

——Only cheating pigs.
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