Su Musha originally just said it casually, but he didn't expect it to be exactly what Jiang Li was thinking.

Jiang Li often follows Dongfang Yi's side, from time to time to listen to one ear and two ears, knowing the matter of translation, it is Dongfang Yi's heart disease today, in the entire Yongjing City, there are really not many people who meet Burmese Mandarin, most of them are businessmen, and their words are reckless, it is really not good to lead into the embassy and lead to the envoys of Fanbang.

There is a prime minister of Burma in the mission, who is still fluent in Chinese, and communication is not a problem, and the reason for finding an interpreter is not for the convenience of communication, but to understand the real thoughts of those envoys nearby. Dongfang Yi has always felt that when those Burmese people spoke in front of him in the face of Burmese in Chinese, he missed a lot of insider information because he couldn't understand it.

"Then thank you girl for your trouble, I will definitely tell the young master when I go back." Jiang Li was skeptical, but still politely thanked him.

"I guess the meal is ready, I'm going to eat two bites first," knowing that she had been hungry for most of the day, she would definitely prepare cooked food for her, Su Musha counted the time, shook his hand and walked to the backyard, "Do you want to eat some together?" ”

After simply padding his stomach, Su Musha recorded the decided results one by one, and then asked the little cucumber to draw a few strokes on the paper, so that Dongfang Yi could have an intuitive impression of what the bonsai she chose looked like.

This piece of paper with words and drawings in Jiang Li's hand really gave him a heart, to be honest, the errand that the young master explained has not been completed for so long.

Jiang Li was in a hurry to go back to his life, and hurriedly said goodbye to Su Musha and the others, because the front store door was locked, he left the street through the courtyard gate in the back.

The leaves of the locust tree in the courtyard have long since fallen off, and now even the branches have become shriveled, Su Mu sat under the tree, leisurely chewing the snacks made by his heart, and talked about the situation of Gu's sister-in-law with her.

On the other side, Chuncao sat in the center of several bonsai with a pounding pot, plucked a few from this bonsai from time to time, pulled a few wisps from that bonsai, and threw them into the jar without pity, smashing them.

She's making vanilla tea.

As for the little cucumber, she continued to paint her propaganda posters under the corridor lamp.

Su Mu covered her hands, smiled and listened timidly to her heart, saying that she stopped for a while, stopped laughing for a while, although she couldn't wait to open the paper bag that Lin Ruofeng gave her to see what kind of task was written in it, but she endured it and held back.

It has only been five days since the opening day, and so many things have happened, whether it is the previous assassin's visit in the dark, or Sister Gu's life has changed, being bullied by her in-laws, or she has not returned after going out for three days, it has caused some psychological trauma to several girls in this courtyard, which inevitably makes them in fear.

So this kind of quiet time, let's make it as long as possible.

Under the bright light, Su Musha opened the paper bag.

The paper bag was bulging, and before she opened it, she knew that there was not only paper with tasks written in it, but also something else. Sure enough, in addition to one Fang Sheng in the bag, there were also three booklets lying down, with different thicknesses and sizes.

Open Fang Sheng, and there was an address written on it, on a town eighteen miles away on the outskirts of Beijing.

Among the three booklets, one of them is Su Musha knew at a glance, earlier this hand-cut paper sewn booklet was still in Lin Ruofeng's hands for him to read, who knows how his hands and feet were so fast, the two of them walked all the way to the door, Su Musha didn't see when he stuffed this booklet into the package.

Su Musha smiled, stretched out his hand and stroked the booklet that carried his hard work, although the content in it was something that had already happened, even if it was transparent, it would not help in the past.

But in the end, it's transparent.

Thin booklets, which are recorded in some accounts, since two months ago, there are a lot of things circulating on the books, sometimes in one day, can complete more than ten transactions, the sources are varied, but the amount is relatively consistent, and there are a lot, the unit price of each thing is above five hundred taels of silver, what is it......

The thin book was spread out, and Su Musha unfolded the thick book again, and the first page that came into view, the date on it was also two months ago, and each page after that was a day, and the content of the pages was different.

This is a journal.

It's not your average log yet.

As he saw the content clearly, the smile on Su Musha's face gradually faded.

When a picture of white brushwork is drawn at the bottom of the page, no, it should be said that such a picture is drawn at the bottom of each page, and the things in the picture are very familiar to Su Musha.

"Why are you still/Holy Lingzhi!"

Su Musha was already speechless, she was really about to go crazy, why couldn't she escape the fate of being involved with the Holy Lingzhi wherever she went, could she only be worthy of fiddling with the Holy Lingzhi?

I was angry for a while, and I went to look at the content of each page carefully, and what I wrote was how to water, fertilize, and take care of the field things, and without reading two lines, Su Musha scolded angrily: "Who is this!" If not, don't spoil things! Reishi ......"

She was blessed to the heart, grabbed the thin book again, and looked at the source of the goods: there is no mistake, this is the account book for the purchase of the Holy Lingzhi. I didn't expect it to multiply so much in the second hand.

After understanding where this batch of Holy Lingzhi came from, Su Musha also understood the intention of the person who wrote this booklet, and couldn't help sneering: "I don't know anything about it. The holy lingzhi sold by the Xiaoxiao Gang every year is booked by the person who bid high in the previous year, and it can be watered with which kind of poison you want to solve, which can be described as one tree for one use. Others can't get it, it's a waste of money. ”

Not to mention the Holy Reishi that wants to cultivate addiction relief, only the batch of pure Reishi used for seed in my hand may achieve such an effect.

But it's not right, this thing was handed over to him by Lin Ruofeng, could it be that they were the fools who wasted money?

A nameless anger sprung up in Su Musha's heart: I had already recommended myself early in the morning, saying that I could try to cultivate the Holy Lingzhi, and they also purchased it privately and planted it indiscriminately, what is this? Don't believe me?

She flipped through the pages of the thick album, turned it to the last page, looked at the picture of the Holy Reishi on it, and had a plan in her heart: under this random tossing, not to mention the Holy Reishi that relieves addiction, the original Reishi will be ruined by them.

"No wonder you can't hold your breath and find me."

Su Musha slammed the booklet shut, and wanted to throw this thing into the basket, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the thin booklet, the booklet full of her inferences and subverting her cognition.

Yes, many things in the past are not as simple as they seem on the surface, and often have other meanings. Could it be that this matter is not so simple?

(Diary of the heroine 213, August 2, 戌时, but no matter who buys the Holy Lingzhi, they are all fools) (To be continued.) )