"It's all about raising funds!" the deputy building owner said shamelessly, "You also know what the situation is like in the building. There are expenses everywhere and everyone needs to eat!"
"At this critical moment, of course everyone must work together to launch the mountain protection formation!"
"The medicine hall, the weapons hall, the outer hall, and the inner hall all work together. I believe we can overcome the difficulties together!"
Everyone looked at the boastful deputy landlord with expressionless expressions.
Mr. Song shook his folding fan and laughed.
"Mr. Song."
"I have no money!" Mr. Song said firmly.
Everyone couldn't help but twitch their lips.
The fifteenth concubine sitting behind the master of the medicine hall raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Song and the others, inexplicably envious of the harmonious atmosphere between them.
From the beginning, I just bowed to Jiang Nai just to survive. After entering the first floor of the world, I felt the harmony, unity and friendship here all the time.
The fifteenth concubine slowly began to like this place.
Now that she saw that the gods were going to attack Jiuhuan Mountain, she was very panicked.
But seeing the leading deputy landlord and his group, all smiling playfully and seemingly without any pressure at all, I felt inexplicably relieved.
The deputy landlord and the others will definitely find a way, the fifteenth concubine thought in her heart.
Compared to living in intrigues and intrigues day and night in the eldest prince's mansion, you need to please the eldest prince from time to time.
Nowadays, it is so comfortable to spend all kinds of time collecting herbs and making medicines.
Moreover, the brothers in the building respected the disciples of the medicine hall very much. The fifteenth concubine was sincerely happy and felt a sense of pleasure in being needed.
The deputy landlord smiled and dragged the stool to Mr. Song's side, propped up his chin and looked at his old brother, "I don't ask you for money! Why are you so stingy?"
"Hmph, you deducted money from me the year before last, and you said you would make up for it every year, but you haven't made up for it yet!"
Just like that, you still want him to donate moon silver? Bah!
The deputy landlord had a sad face and complained loudly to Mr. Song, "Then you also know how much money it will cost to activate the mountain protection formation every minute!"
"Ha." Mr. Song rolled his eyes, "All the ore that the poster has dug out of the glazed stone mine over the years has been given to you! Don't think I don't know."
"And since the original poster conquered the City of Chaos, the income from the mines has increased by more than a dozen!"
The stingy deputy landlord actually dares to cry poverty in front of him!
"Alas." The deputy landlord sighed, "Yes, the young landlord did give a lot of glazed stones, but the speed at which the mountain guarding formation eats up the glazed stones is very fast!"
"Now, let me give you a rough calculation!"
Mr. Song glared at him sideways, not wanting to hear his settlement of accounts at all.
"The mountain-protecting formation consumes five fist-sized glazed stones every quarter of an hour. So how much does it consume in a day?"
"You can afford to spend as much as you want!" Mr. Song rolled his eyes at him abruptly.
The deputy host immediately held his heart and said with excellent singing and singing, "No, it can't be done, Old Song, I, my heart hurts."
"Yan, Yanyan, help me, the host! I, I can't do it anymore." As the deputy host spoke, he fell onto Yanyan behind him.
With an expressionless face, Yanyan stretched out a hand to hold his big head, turned around and said to Mr. Song, "Sir, you might as well provide half a month of silver to stop his mouth! This will also prevent him from pretending to be dead and pestering you."