There were two people, two women, standing in the empty study room.
An old man and a young man stood side by side.
The old man has silver hair and white hair, is holding a dragon-headed crutch, and smells of alcohol all over his body.
The little girl has long hair reaching her waist, a delicate appearance and an elegant temperament.
One person is drinking wine and smiling, the other is painting,
Until there was a knock on the door, Lu'er stepped in with a food box in hand.
"Miss."
She deliberately walked lightly, lowered her eyebrows and said, "That person is awake."
The woman didn't even raise her head. She paused for a moment and said, "Oh? How's the inquiring going?"
Lu'er reported truthfully: "The young master's surname is Yi, and his last name is the word "Gou". He is not from one of the thirteen aristocratic families, but is just an ordinary farmer's boy."
"According to what he said, the reason why he was seriously injured and unconscious in the wilderness was because he accidentally exposed the belongings he was carrying."
"And those belongings and the clothes he is wearing are all gifts from his third uncle after twenty years of separation."
"By the way, Mr. Yi's third uncle is a cultivator and studied under an old Taoist priest who traveled around the world."
"No one knows his last name, but he is probably a high-ranking person."
The woman said "yes" softly, put down her pen and asked: "Do you think what he said is true or false?"
Lu'er hesitated for a while and then said seriously: "Miss, I don't think Mr. Yi is lying. His eyes were red at that time, he felt aggrieved and miserable, and he almost shed tears in front of me. Anyway, he was very pitiful."
The corners of the woman's lips rose, and she sneered with some patient thought: "I know people, but I don't know their hearts. I'm afraid he is deliberately pretending to be pitiful to attract your sympathy."
"A boy from a farmer's family? Oh, I observed him carefully when I rescued him that day. He is white and clean, with fine skin and tender flesh. He doesn't even have the calluses that a farmer should have on his hands. How can he be born in poverty?"
"The lies that are meant to fool people can only deceive a little girl like you who is inexperienced in the world."
Lu'er's heart sank, and she said with a mournful face: "My servant is not doing well, please punish me."
The woman waved her hand and walked out from behind the desk: "Whether it's a disciple from a noble family or a boy from a peasant family, I let you go first just for testing."
"A storm is coming, and our Wei family is now besieged on all sides, with civil strife continuing. If we can rely on kindness to win over a certain aristocratic family to help us at this critical moment, it will not be difficult to preserve my father's position as patriarch."
"When my father secures his seat, eliminates dissidents, and uses external force to suppress the three elders, our Wei family will still be the Wei family before, and everything will go smoothly."
Lu'er lowered her head and remained silent. As a little maid, she obviously did not dare to discuss family affairs casually.
"Jiu Granny, what do you think?"
After a brief silence, the woman took out Suning's Qiankun bag from her sleeve, weighed it and said, "My belongings were robbed, but this storage bag was left behind. Doesn't it seem reasonable?"
"People who croak and rob dogs are always greedy, but as ordinary people, they have never eaten pork, haven't they seen pigs running away?"
"A low-grade storage bag is worth thirty gold coins. If converted into silver coins, it would be three thousand."
"Ten silver coins can support a poor family's living expenses for a month, and they can eat meat every day. They live an extremely comfortable life."
"not to mention......"
Raising her head slightly, the second young lady of the Wei family flicked her fingers and said with a playful smile: "His storage bag is not low-grade. Look at the texture, it is at least top-grade."
"I believe that my third uncle, who has been separated for twenty years, will give him property. I can also reluctantly accept giving him a golden silk robe worth ten thousand gold."
"But this storage bag can only be used by practitioners. How can an ordinary person without the qualifications to practice open the secret seal of the bag?"
Grandma Jiu burped without scruples, and said with a drunken look, "You are wrong. I have been walking in Dongluo for hundreds of years, and I have never seen a storage bag made of such a unique material."
"Speaking of it, it is somewhat similar to the style of the Qiankun bag worn by the legendary immortals that I saw in ancient books."
