Back in the courtyard, Moxibustion Ge pretended to be a bit of a wild grass that covered the hole and went out of the Zhanyan Mansion.

She wasn't interested in staying in Zhanyan Mansion, and as for the Yuan clan and the others not having breakfast this morning, it was none of her business.

She is not afraid that the Yuan clan will come to trouble her, anyway, she is not here, and if they come, they can only make a profit.

Moved his arms, Moxibustion Song was by the stream, made do with the stream and tidied up his clothes, and nodded with satisfaction.

She also developed more slowly because of malnutrition. After some modifications by her, she is no different from a teenager at this time, at most she is too thin.

Relying on the memory of Zhanyan Moxibustion Song, Moxibustion Song soon came to the West District.

The West Ward is arguably one of Kyoto's wonders, with everything from chaos to power. It is a good place for the children of the gentlemen to have fun, and it is also a huge gold-absorbing magnet that sucks the money from the pockets of the powerful every year.

Here, most of them are some dark livelihoods. Qinglou Chu Pavilion, casino boxing stadium, everything. There are a mix of large and small forces, many of which have an iron backstage, and the people behind them are mysterious, so that except for a few people, no one dares to be arrogant in front of some forces in the Western District.

Although the Western District is a large moth, no one dares to move due to the intricacies of the forces involved in it, and it has maintained its due balance for many years.

Moxibustion Ge wandered aimlessly on the streets, but fortunately, Zhan Yanmoxibustion Ge could only be regarded as handsome, otherwise I am afraid that it would be another plot of a gentleman's son forcibly abducting a woman from a good family.

Of course, Moxibustion Song can't really have the leisure to hang out. No matter what world you are in, the most indispensable thing is money - money!

Money is not everything, but no money is impossible. Her body conditioning herbs cost money, and she also needed money if she wanted to get out of the Zhan Yan family. It is impossible for the Zhan Yan family to give her money, and she came out this time to see if there is any way to make money.

By the way, he found a pawnshop, and Mo Moxibustion Ge shook the ink jade in his hand, estimating, this ink jade looks good and should be able to exchange a lot of money. Just do her enabling funds.

"Call your shopkeeper out." There are not many people in the pawnshop, and as soon as Moxibustion Song enters, he goes straight to the door to see the shopkeeper.

The lethargic shopkeeper in the store looked at Mo Moxibustion Song dissatisfiedly, "Our shopkeeper is not something you can see if you want to. ”

"Then it's not enough." Mo Mo Ge directly threw Mo Yu out, and Mo Yu crossed an arc in the air and landed on the table of the treasure with unmistakable accuracy.

The little er's heart also twitched, and he looked at Mo Moxibustion Song in surprise. As early as when Moxibustion singer Zhong Moxibustion made a move, he could see that this piece of jade must be extraordinary, but the people who came said to throw it away for such a treasure, and he was not afraid of throwing it away, and he didn't know whether it was because he was nervous or that he didn't take the money in his eyes at all.

But if he didn't pay attention to the money, he wouldn't come to the pawnshop.

The estimate is a large strip of comparative nerves. Thinking about it, the shopkeeper looked at the ink moxibustion song. There were some doubts in his heart, this young man looked young, and his figure was extremely thin, as if he hadn't eaten enough all year round, how could there be such a precious jade?

Although he doesn't know how to appreciate treasures, he has worked in a pawnshop for many years, and his vision is naturally different from ordinary people, and he can see the extraordinaryness of Moyu at a glance.

"What? That black jade is not enough? Don't hurry up and call your shopkeeper out. Mo Moxibustion raised his eyebrows, pretending to be a gangster, like a cultivator in the rivers and lakes.

"Good, good." Even if he was puzzled, the little two immediately responded and went to the backyard to call the shopkeeper.