The four-dimensional autumn wind passed slightly, and a wisp of red light that blew was like a wisp of silk drilled out of Ruyi's right eye, and the light of the orchid was particularly eye-catching and weird.

Zhang Fool watched in horror as the red light hissed and disappeared into his eyebrows.

The memories that dissipated his dissipated by the red light gradually gathered and turned into a real scene in front of Ruyi.

Zhang Fool recalls the scene of that night in his sleep, and Ruyi looks for his answer through the scene.

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At dusk, the sky was gray, as if covered with a thick veil, and the gray and suffocating made people breathless.

Zhang Baisui was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, his long messy hair was coarsely tied on the top of his head, and he was described as haggard and sallow, as thin as firewood.

Suddenly, a man in white with a thin figure and elegant temperament blocked his way.

"Song Gongzi."

was blocked in the way, Zhang Baisui opened his mouth impatiently to scold, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the person who came was Song Yiming from the Song Mansion.

No one in the holy capital knew that the goddess gave him a marriage to the second lady of Ruyi Restaurant three days ago, and with this relationship, Zhang Baisui naturally did not dare to provoke him.

"Are you a hundred-year-old Zhang Gongzi in Nanxiangzi Hutong?" Song Yiming smiled at the corner of his mouth and asked modestly and politely.

Zhang Baisui looked up at the villain-like sneer, and nodded again and again: "It's Zhang Baisui below, I don't know what Song Gongzi is looking for?" ”

Song Yiming's slightly frowning eyebrows loosened, took out the money bag from his cuffs, handed it to Zhang Baisui and said, "This is one hundred silver taels, do you want to buy something from Zhang Gongzi?" ”

"Shopping?" Zhang Baisui was puzzled.

The entire alley belongs to his family's poor jingling, and there are worthless things on his body, I don't know what this Song Gongzi wants to buy?

However, one hundred silver taels is for the impoverished Zhang Baisui, which is his wine money for a year.

His eyes stared at the money bag in Song Yiming's hand, as if he saw a hundred silver taels beckoning to him.

For a while, he was obsessed with money, and he agreed categorically regardless of the reason.

"I don't know what Song Gongzi wants to buy? As long as I have it, I will not spare. Zhang Baisui greedily took the money bag, raised his hand and weighed it, felt that it was enough, and then put it in his pocket.

"I heard that my father is sick in bed and will die soon, I hope you will use this money to treat him, use all your methods, if you are unable to return to heaven and cure him badly, you will sell him to me when you are in danger, I don't know if it is possible?" There was a little expectation in Song Yiming's tired eyes.

"What? You want to buy my old ghost, he is sick and has only a handful of old bones left, what is the use of him? Zhang Baisui became more and more confused.

What does Song Yiming want that old ghost to do?

But when I think about it, the old ghost has been sick for so long, even if he tries a hundred taels to heal him, he won't live long.

And how could he have extra money to treat the old ghost, even if he had to use it to drink.

The old ghost will not be long in life, and he will suffer in vain to live like this.

Since this Song Yiming wants to buy that old ghost, he can pay him an extra sum of money, why not do it?

He thought to himself: Dad, when you were alive, you didn't give your son a rich life, I didn't expect to bring this extra wealth before you died, it seems that your old bones are not completely useless, fortunately I didn't throw you into the mountains at the beginning, and let the wolves, tigers and leopards eat you.

"It's just a deposit, I'll pay you another hundred taels after the deed is done." Song Yiming saw that Zhang Baisui's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak for a long time, thinking that he was disgusted with less money, so he added another hundred taels.

When Zhang Baisui heard that there were still one hundred taels, he instantly saw that Qian was open-minded and agreed.

But I already had a plan in my heart.

The old ghost at home has a breath left, this Song Yiming let him use up a white tael to see the old ghost, isn't this a waste of money?

For the first time since he was born, he had been able to encounter such a good thing.

Thinking about the old ghost, when he was alive, he only knew how to drag him back, and now that he is about to die, he can't let him drag him down anymore.

Let that old ghost fend for himself, and send him directly to the Song Mansion when he is about to die like a lamp.

Seeing this, Ruyi reached out in anger and smashed against the wall beside him.

The so-called desire obsession is the origin of the devil.

A man who dares to sell his father for money is not even as good as a beast.

Now that Zhang Baisui has become a fool, maybe this is his retribution.

But Ruyi doesn't understand, why did Song Yiming buy Zhang Baisui and his father?

The night sky gradually came to an end, and the sky looked particularly gloomy and depressing, but the mouth of Nanxiangzi Hutong was more lively than ever.

Especially in the restaurant at the mouth of the alley, the time has passed, and there are still four or five tables of people drinking in it.

Zhang Baisui had money, and his first thought was to drink.

I saw him hurrying out of the night at the door of the tavern.

As soon as he entered the door, he boldly threw the bulging money bag on the table, and shouted to the shopkeeper at the counter: "Zhang Erniang, the lord met a noble man with money today, and give the best wine in your tavern to the three major jars to moisten his throat." ”

"Shout, Zhang Gongzi's waist looks very thick today, a rare bold atmosphere, this usually sees you drinking a wine is not to ask grandpa to tell grandma, or to ask for credit with a dead face, this is to meet a nobleman, since you are so rich, it is better to make up for the first few times She's account first." Zhang Erniang gave Xiao Er a look and asked him to get the wine, and then said slightly unpleasantly.

The owner of the tavern is a widow in her thirties named Zhang Erniang, whose husband disappeared inexplicably three years ago, leaving her alone to live with her teenage daughter, who has not yet married.

Now her daughter Zhang Erya has married and opened a cloth village in the north of the city, and her business can support her family.

Now the tavern at the mouth of the alley is only run by her and Xiao Er.

She is bold, kind-hearted, and popular.

I always can't get used to Zhang Baisui's behavior, and I have quietly taken out the money from Zhang Baisui's drinking many times to see a doctor and buy medicine for Zhang's father.

Today, Zhang Baisui finally got money, and he even used it to drink again.

She has some hatred and is not steel, but after all, she is an outsider, and she can only mention a few words, and she can't do anything as to whether Zhang Baisui can listen to it.

"Erniang, what are you talking about, our neighbors, are you still afraid that I won't give it? Don't worry, I've settled all the accounts she has with you today. Zhang Baisui's face was full of impatience, and he untied the money bag and took out dozens of silver taels.

looks like he's not bad for money, and he's very underwhelmed.

The guests at the surrounding tables were also frequent customers here, and when they saw Zhang Baisui suddenly having money, they were all surprised, and they wanted to joke with him.

"I said Zhang Gongzi, you said that you have made a fortune, how can you say that you should also celebrate?"

"That's it, no matter how we say it, we're also drinking friends, you once ate my wine, so it's time for you to return the favor."

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