Everyone looked confused, completely made big by the money that thought that one would come out, and they were afraid that he would regret it and not receive the reward?

Qian Duo roared for a while, the purple words still did not appear, and after the anger, he calmed down and thought about it, and found that he used not ink clay to obtain the system, but his own blood.

Thinking of this, Qian Duomao suddenly opened, took the bill, walked to the side of a nursing home, and pulled out the knife at his waist with his right hand.

"Young master, don't do stupid things?"

Qian Duo's crazy actions scared Wang Zhong enough.

"Son, put down the knife first, and promise you whatever you want." Qian Wanqian came out of the house in a hurry.

"Eleven, don't scare the girls!"

The seven ladies were not calm anymore, whether they were pretending to be worried or really anxious, they shouted and walked out of the door.

"Look, I'm in a hurry." Qian Duole smiled and decisively wiped his left thumb on the sharp blade.

In the next second, the skin was broken and the blood flowed.

Qian Duo inserted the knife back into the scabbard of the nursing home and pressed it on the bill with his left thumb again.

When Qian Duo felt that his brain was clear and his blood was unblocked, the purple text he was looking forward to finally appeared in front of him.

Host: Lots of money

Identity: Little God of Wealth

Age: 16

Fortune: 600

True Yuan:1

Realm: Early stage of quenching

Note: The balance is insufficient, please continue to smash gold.

In addition to the wealth becoming 600, the true yuan and the realm have not changed anything, according to the exchange method of wealth and true yuan, 600 taels of gold is not up to the standard, this is really a money-burning system.

Eggy!

Sure enough, only one's own blood works.

Lord's blood is very expensive, smash your sister, pit master!

Qian Duo's startled behavior made others stunned, thinking that he had a problem with his brain, and felt that the identity of the stupid son of the rich man's family was quite suitable for him, but he didn't say it.

"Son, Lao Tzu has a bad heart, please don't play with knives!" Qian Wanqian's face turned blue with fright, and he came over and grabbed his son's left hand, and saw that his thumb was still bleeding, and his heart was about to break.

"Uncle Zhong, I'll leave the rest to you." Qian Duo commanded, put the bleeding thumb in his mouth, put his right hand on his father's shoulder, and hugged him back to the house for breakfast.

The seven noble ladies either shook their heads or sighed, glanced at each other, and then turned around to follow, they were spoiled by thousands of riches, and there was no way to take this demon king of the mixed world.

The family sat around the table, and after the reunion, they finally stayed up enough to eat breakfast, otherwise they would have waited any longer, and it would have been lunch.

After spending money and doing good deeds for his father, Qian Duo felt a sense of accomplishment, and he had a special appetite for breakfast.

The eldest lady Feng Ran smiled, peeled an egg and handed it to Qian Duo: "Eleven has lost weight, eat an egg to make up for it." ”

Qian Duo took the eggs, thanked the eldest mother, and then started eating.

Erniang dialect handed the peeled eggs to Qian Duo and took the opportunity to stutter.

Sanniang Qiubo and Siniang Meiduo are not far behind, and they have sent eggs.

Wu Niang and Qi Niang were not idle, one handed buns and the other pastries.

"How can you just eat something dry?" Liuniang Aimei smiled and decisively sent a bowl of soy milk to Qian Duo.

Qian Wanqian watched and stared dryly, and the wives took turns to spoil their son, and none of them paid attention to him, which made him a little jealous, but his heart was beautiful, and he sighed: "Why didn't anyone greet me?" ”

"Master, it's done."

Seeing Wang Zhong walk in the door, Qian Wanqian couldn't help but think of money.

When I think of money, I feel heartache when I slam the door, and I lose my appetite in an instant.

"Uncle Zhong, it seems that I missed a reward for one."

If you don't open a pot with a lot of money, it is undoubtedly sprinkling salt on his wounds, which is a sincere cheat.

When it came to money, Qian Wanqian's face turned green, he lowered his head, and kept stuffing porridge into his mouth with a spoon to hide his panic.

"I've double-checked, and there's absolutely nothing missing." Wang Zhong, who looked confused, touched his beard and said with certainty.

"Uncle Zhong, you are really old, how can you forget yourself."

After being reminded by Qian Duo, Wang Zhong smiled awkwardly: "It is within the old slave's responsibility to share the worries of the young master, and I dare not ask for a reward." ”

"Lao Wang still understands me." Qian Wanqian said eloquently, that is, his face was not red and he was not panting.

has been with Qian for half his life, and indeed only Wang Zhong knows him best, and he is simply a roundworm in his stomach.

The seven noble ladies looked unhappy, glanced at each other, and complained in a strange manner: "Door picker." ”

Qian Duo knows that it is not easy for seven mothers, marrying a rich father, not only is it not beautiful, but also aggrieved, and the wife of the richest man is so poor that she doesn't even have a decent piece of jewelry, no wonder they are resentful.

Also, you need a lot of gold to recharge, and the realm will be improved, so you can't cheat!

"Dad, how long have you been married?" If you make up your mind, you will give Lao Tzu a set if you have more money.

"Your eldest mother has been forty-three years, and the shortest Qi Niang has seventeen years."

"What has my father given to the girls for countless years?"

At this time, Qian Wanqian was silent and speechless, and for decades, the image he gave to his wives was just two words - slamming the door.

"What your father gave us was to save food."

"It's frugal."

"When I got married, I didn't ask for a bride price, but I didn't give more than a dowry."

"Others say how glorious the richest man's wife is, and we are so cold that we don't even have decent jewelry, and we don't dare to go out."

"Thank you to him for not letting us eat turnip greens."

"It's just a matter of picking on us, and on yourself."

"I love money more than my relatives, and after my nine daughters got married, none of them came back to see him."

Qian Duo's words were the fuse, igniting the anger that had been accumulated in the hearts of the noblewomen for a long time, and they blamed and complained.

"You mothers-in-law, you can't even give birth to them, and it's so reasonable." was counted down by his wives, and Qian Wanqian was angry and began to fight back.

"It's you who can't do it, how can you blame us." The seven wives had a heart and fought back in unison.

"Lao Tzu can't do it, where did Eleven Lang come from." Qian Wanqian said with a straight face, patting his chest proudly.

Indeed, Qian Wanqian also makes sense, because he is 100% sure that Qian Duo is his own.

After nine generations, Nirvana has not only accumulated the wealth of the rich country, but also accumulated experience in life, but all the women who marry into the cave house have a pre-existing body, and those who break their bodies are all rejected, and when they give birth to a baby, they must also verify their correct body to ensure that nothing goes wrong, and they will never cuckold and raise children for others.

Therefore, for nine generations, the blood is pure.

The seven noblewomen were speechless, and each one became angrier than the other.

Wang Zhong stood aside and didn't say anything, he was very experienced, and he knew when to speak and when to shut up.

After all, the seven ladies couldn't give birth to a son, Qian Wanqian complained a lot, and every time he quarreled endlessly with his wives, Wang Zhong also heard the experience.

"Why are you pulling me on?" Qian Duo smiled awkwardly, "Dad, give me seven mothers a thousand taels of gold each." ”

"What!" Qian Wanqian slapped his hands on the table, almost jumping eight feet high, and the face of the wealth fan became blue and white.

Wang Zhong didn't speak, he stood silently, and he, who was experienced, quietly waited for the results.

Qian Duo clapped his hands and looked at his father with a smile: "Dad, you said just now, you promised me everything." ”

At this time, Qian Wanqian knew that he was tricked by his son, and said: "Dad is afraid that you won't be able to wipe your neck and coax you to play." ”

Old man, play scoundrel with me, you are far behind.

Qian Duo glanced at his father, and then moved his gaze to Wang Zhong: "Uncle Zhong, bring a knife, isn't it just to wipe your neck, and after eighteen years, you will be a good man again." ”