Mu Zixin went back to the house and drank a lot of tea, but he was still angry.
With this little sister of my own, I think I am being taken advantage of.
Forget about the shipping charges, you don’t need to mention the small money.
One thousand, two hundred taels is 450 taels more than 750 taels. After earning so much, of course there is no need to mention it! What a huge favor!
Mrs. Mu Da observed his words and fanned him gently: "Master, why are you unhappy? Aren't you worried about myrrh? I bought it here, and my sister also sent me medicine. You don't have to worry about it for a while.
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Mu Zixin sneered: "The one with poor quality costs one thousand taels, but the one similar to yours costs one thousand two hundred taels!"
What? The price has actually increased again!
Mrs. Mu Da's eyelids twitched suddenly, and she almost screamed, those are all her money! Her money!
But she stabilized herself in time and pretended not to understand: "What? Master, what did you say one thousand two hundred taels?"
Mu Zixin still wanted to lose face. He didn't want his wife to know about the scandalous things his sister had done, so he said carelessly: "It's nothing. Your seventh brother has worked hard, don't treat him badly."
Mrs. Mu Da likes to hear this: "Then, how much should I give him?"
Mu Zixin thought for a while and said, "Give him a thousand taels."
"Okay, I'll thank you for Lao Qi!" Mrs. Mu Da smiled like a flower, but her heart was so twisted that she was deformed.
His sister is like a blood-sucking insect, desperately trying to suck blood from her family, and she can earn tens of millions from whatever she does.
Her brother worked so hard and just spent a thousand taels of silver? He was just a beggar!
Fortunately, they were prepared in advance, otherwise they would be really angry.
She frowned and said: "Then, what to do with that batch of medicine money? It was scraped together by Lao Qi from everywhere. Master also knows what the scene is like in our house. We can't let Lao Qi go around owing money to people for our sake."
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Mu Zixin said: "Just take care of it. If Ah Rong's side sends people to come here to ask for medicine, just ask them to come to me."
After saying that, Mu Zixin went to sleep with his concubine.
Mrs. Mu Da smiled ferociously for a while, and smiled happily for a while. Is this because she didn’t pay? Haha, this is unprecedented and rare!
But on the other side, He Laifu hurriedly ran home and asked to see Murong: "Madam, I have something urgent to report."
Murong's personal maid Ah Yue stopped him: "The priest is inside, screaming and seeking death!"
As long as the priest is at home, the wife will not see anyone. She only cares about the priest, and she can only endure the big things.
He Laifu had no choice but to retreat outside and wait.
I thought it would take a long time to wait, but I didn't expect that after just a cup of tea, there was a noise.
Gu Yilan came out of the room with an expressionless face. She was wearing a meticulous priest's robe, the jade crown in her hair was straight, her eyes were clear and cold, and she walked past him as if there was no one else around.
"Yilan..." Murong chased her out of the house and called out, but when there was no response, she stopped and saluted calmly with a smile: "Husband, please go slowly."
He Laifu lowered his head and did not dare to say anything, but his eyes quietly glanced forward.
Under the pomegranate pin gold skirt is a pair of embroidered shoes that haven't had time to be pulled up, indicating that its owner chased him out in a hurry.
Here, the priest and his wife seem to be at odds.
"You're back? How was your errand?"
Murong pulled up her skirt and covered her embroidered shoes. She looked dignified and calm, still the aloof priest's wife. (To be continued)