Chapter 1476 Looking for gold at night! Our Lord is merciful!
Shengjing City, the night is deep and dark.
Yang Fan felt the eyes behind him disappear, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.
He originally planned to sacrifice this heavy body, but he didn't expect that Nurhachi didn't take action against him until the end. Did he give up, or was it too late?
"However, we still need to speed up..."
Today's experience undoubtedly intensified Yang Fan's inner sense of urgency.
Although he has Yue Quan and Qing Dragon Qi in his hands, his own level is too low, which undoubtedly affects his performance!
What's more, the Qing Dynasty Dragon Qi mostly comes from Nurhaci. Once the opponent changes his mind, he may be beaten back to his original form at any time.
So, you have to be strong after all! ??
"The most urgent thing is to pick up the gold I accidentally lost first... With this batch of gold, the Buddha's golden body will be completed as soon as possible..."
"When the time comes, as soon as the martial arts is completed, we can realize both the martial arts at the same time!"
His eyes narrowed and his figure disappeared instantly.
A moment later, he had appeared in front of the villa where Daishan and Abahai had made their love nest.
The courtyard, which is not too big, is full of people. I am afraid that no more than a hundred people can squeeze in.
Obviously, the mansion was reduced to rubble, and then he was reprimanded for robbing his eldest son Yue Tuo's mansion. Nurhachi almost personally took action to do it for him, so he lived here.
Even Mr. Wen and Cheng Ping, a family of four, were forced to huddle here.
"My poor men..."
Yang Fan shook his head helplessly.
Immediately, he changed his mind and stepped in. When he stepped into the courtyard, it was almost as if he was entering a deserted place. The next second, he appeared in front of Cheng Ping out of thin air.
At this moment, Cheng Ping was writing quickly at his desk.
Her black hair is hanging down, and her hair is long and reaches her waist. She is wearing the finest Nanjing Yun brocade, which has always been used by the royal family. Its texture is soft and comfortable, its color is bright and bright, and it is very noble.
"who?"
He noticed movement behind him,
Turn around quickly.
When he saw that his master was coming in person, he stood up quickly, made a gesture of Wanfu Jinan, and said in a respectful voice: "I have met the master, you, why did you suddenly think of coming here?"
When he said this, he looked at Yang Fan's expressionless face and couldn't help but feel guilty.
I quickly thought back to my actions over the past few days.
"Did my private contact with Bumbutai and secretly taking her boxing be exposed, or was it that my instigation of Huang Taiji's wife Zhezhe to rebel against him was discovered?"
"It can't be because I preached to Daishan's wife, Yehenala, and she was deeply inspired to donate money to me, so she encouraged Daishan to go get surgery on her two sons..."
"Conscience of heaven and earth, this is all Yehenala and Daishan's own performance, I didn't do anything..."
Cheng Ping's heart was filled with grievances.
"...I didn't expect there would be an unexpected harvest?"
Yang Fan listened to Cheng Ping's inner drama with the help of his "telepathy", but his face remained expressionless.
His eyes looked around the room carefully, and then fell on Cheng Ping. He smiled slightly and said in an unpredictable tone: "Cheng Ping, I congratulate you on getting rich!"
"Um?"
Cheng Ping didn't know why, but he suddenly felt agitated in his heart, and said quickly, "It's such a big injustice to get rich. Master, I'm so poor that I'm almost wearing a skirt, um, pants..."
This skirt was given by Taoist Taoist Taixu. It was made of authentic Nanjing Yunjin brocade and refined with Taoist Mysterious Methods. It was really not cheap. He was reluctant to pawn it in a pawn shop.
Especially since this is his last dress.
As for the rest, it can only be said that Cheng Ping's life has not been easy recently.
The baby in his belly is like swallowing gold
Like a beast, almost all the gold and silver he had accumulated in the past was swallowed up, leaving him with not a single cent left.
If it weren't for the blood connection, and if the opponent's power was as strong as a real Buddha on top, he would have wanted to dig open his own belly and take out the almost-formed little golden Buddha inside!
"Hmph, can such a thing be hidden from my eyes?"
But at this time, after hearing Cheng Ping's words, Yang Fan had an unfathomable expression on his face: "I'm telling you, I'll know it the next day! Tell me, how much benefit did you gain?"
broken!
Cheng Ping's heart trembled.
He had long heard about the working style of the West Factory Supervisor in front of him. He could grab a toad and scrape out nine feet of ground.
He was finally sure that it must be the donation of money to him by his wife Yehenala on behalf of the deceased.
However, a mere three thousand taels of gold is only equivalent to thirty thousand silver, so what’s the point?
Of course, in the face of his master's demands, Cheng Ping decided to give in, smiled apologetically, and decided to confess and be lenient.
So, he stretched out three fingers and said: "Not many, just this number..."
After a pause, he continued with a flattering look on his face, "Aren't I planning to improve on the holy path? This gold is just enough for me to write a book..."
Thirty million taels of gold were used to write a book?
You are going to heaven!
Yang Fan's eyes immediately became a little unkind, and he said sullenly: "Look, if I can help you, you need so much gold to publish a book, then should I build a gold-sized statue?"
"It should, it should. Based on your status as master, it is not too much to build an El Dorado."
Cheng Ping had an apologetic smile on his face.
Yang Fan interrupted his flattery and said: "Stop talking nonsense, I will leave you a thousand taels, and leave the rest to me. I will spend it for you, um, keep it."
However
, as soon as these words came out, Cheng Ping became excited.
My Lord have mercy!
I thought that his master planned to become a human being, but he never expected that he was willing to leave him one thousand taels and only take away two thousand taels!
"Master, I'll get it for you right now."
With that said, Cheng Ping quickly opened the secret compartment under the bed, took out two thousand taels of gold from underneath, respectfully held it up with both hands and handed it to Yang Fan.
"..."
Yang Fan looked at the gold.
His eyes were like scales, and he could tell at a glance that the total of these golds was only two thousand taels. He couldn't help but glare at Cheng Ping with an expression like "You seem to be kidding me."
We agreed to 30 million, and I left you 1,000 taels. Instead of being grateful, you actually used 2,000 taels of gold to humiliate me?
Adhering to the concept of being diligent and thrifty, Yang Fan put away the two thousand taels of gold and then said: "Where is the rest?"
"leftover?"
Cheng Ping was stunned.
Seeing that the other party was pretending to be confused, Yang Fan simply told him about the thirty million taels of gold.
Cheng Ping suddenly cried out: "Master, I died unjustly..."
"All this money was given to me by my wife, Yehenala, who was acting as a surrogate for the aftermath. As for Abahai, although she is filial, it doesn't add up to much!"
Cheng Ping's face was full of injustice.
While I was talking, heavy snow was flying outside.
Only then did Yang Fan realize that Abahai might not have told the truth to Dorgon!
Just think about it, how could Taoist Xianmiao, who was behind Abahai, just sit back and watch such a large amount of gold flow into an outsider's field, and maybe it would all go into the other party's own pocket!
"You only have one head, why do you need so much gold?"
Yang Fan felt angry for a while.
Was it a waste of time to accompany him?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look Cheng Ping up and down fiercely. Anyway, he, Yang, couldn't come here in vain...