"Mr. Ji, you are the second grade of the dynasty, how can there be eighteen thousand children every year, you see that the relationship between the two of us is so iron, the road is uneven, you help the poor!"

This is the first time, Ji Chen was surprised when he heard Wu Xian's flattering tone, but he couldn't help but blush, not that he didn't want to give it, but that he really didn't. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Eighteen thousand taels of silver, you don't usually have any hobbies, where can you spend it?" Wu Xian despised Ji Chen's slamming of the door

"The second product I just mentioned, it's not been half a year, and then those antiques, the calligraphy and paintings of the sages can't be a thousand eight hundred taels? Some of them are more than tens of thousands, and besides......" Ji Chen complained.

Without waiting for Ji Chen to finish speaking, Wu Xian understood that this Ji Chen must have a habit of collecting, which is really uncommon in their time, according to Ji Chen, a literati and a talented person, he must be a collector.

However, he also knows that these things must be encounterable but not sought, even if he wants to find them, how many can he encounter? So most of this money is also spent on the things that come after this "talk again".

Sure enough, Ji Chen's face was no longer embarrassed, but a kind of compassion, a kind of helplessness, and he sighed and said: "I'm not like your father, everyone around me sends him money, and I can't take care of it when I send it out here!" ”

Thinking about it so carefully, Wu Xian understood where Ji Chen's money went, with Ji Chen's temperament, he must have seen that this friend was too embarrassed, so he would help him, and the official was too poor, so he would help and help, maybe he met a down-and-out scholar or something on the road, and he had to give some assistance within his ability.

There are not many such people, the atmosphere of this world is like that, but it will never be less if it is said less, at least Wu Xian knows two now, one Ji Chen, and one Hu Zhending.

Alas, thinking about those corrupt officials who are drinking wine and meat all day long, but these good officials are living a tight life, Wu Xian feels that he has the idea of fighting Ji Chen again, and it seems that he is a bit of a downfall.

"No wonder I saw the things in the Lion Tower, you are like being hungry for three days and not eating, the same as the reincarnation of a starving ghost, okay, I won't look for you, I will think of my own ideas, master."

When Wu Xian said this, Ji Chen was not happy, and muttered: "You yourself are not the same, you are still a ghost who has starved to death for eight lifetimes!" ”

"You don't want to do it at all, do you? I heard just now that your father's friends all gave him money, so ...... this little money," Sanniang asked.

Being asked by Sanniang like this, Wu Xian was really ashamed, but just as he was about to explain why he didn't ask Wu Chen for money, Ji Chen spoke first.

"This mother, you can listen well, his father is not the master of your random ideas, you have to be careful, I guess, even if he speaks, his father can't give this money, even if it does, he can't ask for it!"

Everyone was so worried that they were speechless for a while.

"Childe, I still have it here, I can't redeem myself anyway, so it's better to ......" Hu Zhengyuan said timidly.

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Xian raised his hand to stop her and said, "You have kept the money, and it can't solve any problems besides, it's too little." ”

In fact, Wu Xian already had some ideas, but he was not sure if it could be achieved for a while, and he didn't want to disappoint everyone, so he didn't mention it for the time being.

At the end of the performance that night, Wu Xian did not accompany Hu Zhengyuan as usual, the little girl was still a little disappointed, Wu Xian could see it, but he still endured it, went back to his room, closed the doors and windows, and then took out his mobile phone.

Click on the fame value exchange interface, showing that the fame value is 1,532, Wu Xian is a little excited, the acoustic guitar icon has become brighter, and it is in a convertible state.

In fact, the harmonica is really just a gimmick, and it is also a temporary choice that Wu Xian has to make, with the harmonica, Wu Xian has to choose only one of the playing music and singing, but with the guitar, you can play and sing by yourself.

This is a big step forward, and with the new instrument, Wu Xian's harmonica will be even more useful.

Think about how I started from street performing, this harmonica made him earn his first pot of gold, and also made him go to prison, well, in fact, the days in the Yuanxian prison are really comfortable and nostalgic!

Now, I can finally have my favorite guitar, which can be regarded as the real starting point of my acting career!

With a sigh of emotion, Wu Xian clicked to confirm the exchange with trembling hands, and a bright light flashed, and a folk guitar appeared in Wu Xian's arms.

The soft spruce wood feels very comfortable to the touch, and a thin layer of sky blue paint looks very comfortable, and there is even a midline on the back of the body.

Bronze's strings, which are the most common and the most crisp and bright, trembled a little as the hand holding the guitar gently plucked the strings, and a familiar feeling came over me.

A faint memory, as if through time and space, transmitted to his own troubled sea, as if he played the guitar all his life in the previous life, this life finally found the feeling of crossing life and death.

With a little emotion, Wu Xianzhen put the guitar under the bed, gently stroked the hard-earned harmonica, and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Early the next morning, the girl came to Wu Xian's room early, which surprised Wu Xian, he only accepted her as a handyman because he sympathized with the girl, but he didn't expect this girl to treat herself as a maid.

Yesterday, through small talk, Wu Xian learned something about her, the girl's name is Lan Que'er, a native of Yunnan, there are no relatives at home, and she fled to Suzhou alone, and if she can't find a job to do, she will starve to death.

Lan Que'er looks weak, but her personality is extremely tough, so she doesn't want to join the beggar gang like others, but goes around looking for work to do, fortunately she met Wu Xian, so she is grateful to Wu Xian, and is willing to serve him as a slave and a maid.

Speechless, Wu Xian really didn't know what he had done, he needed someone to be grateful to Dade, Lan Qi'er was a little fussy.

"Lan Qi'er, you usually just wash the pulp and wash the clothes, clean up the room or something, you don't have to come here so early, eh, in fact, I don't need you to do anything here, you still need to take care of that Mr. Ji more." Wu Xian confessed.

"How to do spicy, search me in death, of course I have to repay Lisey, I don't need me to serve, I still stay in Zuoli to be a sagas!" Lan Que is stubborn.

"Okay, whatever you want, eh, I still have something to do, I'm going out soon, you can find something to do by yourself, you can rest for a while if it's okay!" Wu Xian doesn't care anymore.

"Oh, it's evil, why is it itching again?" Wu Xian suddenly screamed, and then found a bedpost and began to rub, but it had no effect at all.

"Otherwise, I'll help you catch the plug!" Lan Qi'er walked over as she spoke, and even rolled up her sleeves.

"Stop!" Wu Xian's eyes widened, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it.