Chapter 437: Han Rujun who repaid the debt
"Money worry-free!?" When Han Rujun shouted, he wanted to run out of the door, but in the blink of an eye, a cold light was already on his neck.
"Barbarians!? You...... What are you doing here? Han Muyu had already sat up at this time, and she on the table, with a pair of big watery eyes, stared straight in front of her, staring at the figure that seemed to be an illusion.
Qian Wuwu pointed his sword at Han Rujun, and the blade of the sword oozing blood made the legs of the grand duke's sister-in-law weak, and he muttered vigorously: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, if you kill me, you will definitely not be able to escape the wrath of your father." β
"Murder?" Qian Wuwu snorted coldly and said, "What's the use of killing you?" I'm just here to collect debts! Han Rujun, it seems that you have the final say here, so, take it! β
"Bring it?" Han Rujun, who was inexplicable, wiped a cold sweat when he raised his hand.
"Money, of course! One million samurai gold coins, no one is missing! β
"Ah!!h When Han Rujun heard the sky-high price quoted by Qian Wuwu, he was trembling at that time, and he almost didn't kneel down.
A whole million gold coins in cash!
If the Yanguo Mansion sells all the family belongings that have been inherited for thousands of years, one million gold coins is of course more than enough, but the wealth of the scholars is either elegant works of art, or mountains of goods and grain, and it is extremely difficult to realize it in the short term.
"No money?" Qian Wuwu's eyes widened, and he looked at Han Rujun with a smile.
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Han Rujun felt the coolness on his neck, which had already poured into his skin, and he said tremblingly: "Don't kill me, I really don't have that much money, how can it be a million gold coins!?" β
Qian Wuwu didn't think about how much oil and water he could squeeze from Han Rujun, but he scared him. But it's absolutely necessary. "Hmph. I said a million is ......"
"That's not right! We owe you nothing but eighty-five thousand four hundred and one gold, forty-two silver and eighty-seven bronze, and two little coppers. As soon as Han Muyu finished speaking, he suddenly covered his mouth.
Obviously, the little girl who interjected had discovered that her position was very wrong.
"Dead girl, why do you owe so much debt?" Han Rujun didn't appreciate it at all. He complained on the spot, "Even if you sell this dead girl ten times, it's not worth the price!" β
When Han Muyu heard these insulting words, her little face suddenly turned red, and the little girl was angry, and the consequences were very strict!
Don't look at Han Muyu is only ten years old now, but her little head has a lot of things in it.
"Barbarian, I tell you, about the Duke's Palace. Now it's all Han Rujun who has the final say, just ask him for debts! "A little girl with eyes rolling. At that time, he crossed his legs on the table and put on an expression of watching a play.
Qian Wuwu saw Han Muyu's expression like this, and his heart was immediately happy, obviously, Han Rujun in front of him was still very oily, he immediately showed a smile and said: "How much, let's calculate how much first." β
"I don't have any money...... Han Rujun wanted to cry without tears, after all, he was not the one who borrowed the debt.
"He has!" Han Muyu revealed: "The grain depot outside the city originally belonged to the Hundred Flowers Chamber of Commerce, as well as the grain depot of the Duke's Palace, as well as the grain he kept privately, adding up, it is worth at least 200,000 warrior gold coins!" β
"Oh?" Qian Wuwu suddenly became interested, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the big fat sheep.
If it is rested on the heads of other robbers, it is not easy to get rid of the grain like mountains and seas, but Qian Wuwu is the chief logistics officer of the Southern Coalition Army, and there are many others, so it is not too troublesome at all, after all, the food in the war years is more difficult than gold.
"That's the grain stock of the Yan Guo Mansion! Money is worry-free, aren't you afraid of your father's wrath? At this moment, Han Rujun only hopes that the prestige of the Grand Duke of Yan Guo can suppress the arrogant man who broke into the house in front of him.
"Grand Duke of Yanguo...... Well, I'm a little scrupled. β
Seeing Qian Wuwu's slightly frowning expression, Han Rujun's face suddenly rose with joy, but the next moment, he listened to Qian Wuwu's words and said: "In this way, I will leave you one percent of the grain, and the rest will be used to pay off the debt first." β
"You ......"
"Barbarian, you don't have to talk nonsense with him, the magic seal that his father gave him is on his waist, as long as there is a seal, I can also help you mobilize food and supplies." Han Muyu had already "defected to the enemy", and he had no scruples in speaking.
"Girls are outgoing! You seller...... Hmm~Hmm! Yes! Before Han Rujun finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Qian Wuwu, and then, the magic jade seal on his waist was also taken off.
As soon as Qian Wuwu raised his hand, he threw the jade seal to Han Muyu, and after the little girl took the token with a smile, she said to herself: "In the treasury, there should be nearly 100,000 gold coins, which my father is waiting to take to reward the three armies, you can borrow it first, and then, the working capital of Qian Zhuang is about 100,000, which can be embezzled first, and then ......."
"Han Muyu, do you still have the surname Han?" The grizzled Han Rujun raised his neck and yelled at his little sister.
The little girl glared and said, "Of course my surname is Han, so the rest of the money will be paid off in three months!" But you have to talk to my mother, barbarian! β
"Where is there such trouble, can't Han Rujun talk about it?" Qian Wuwu didn't intend to let go of this dehumanizing guy.
"I don't have any money, you can do it!" Han Rujun was angry that the letter was taken away, and he ran out of money, so he simply let it go.
"Yo he! You think you're hob meat! Qian Wuwu kicked Han Rujun at that time, and in the miserable howl, he was about to make persistent efforts, but he didn't want to be pulled by a pair of small hands at the waist.
Han Muyu shook his head lightly at Qian Wuwu and said, "Don't beat him, be careful that your father will trouble you when the time comes!" β
"Could it be that if I'm like this now, Han Wojin will let me go afterwards?" Qian Wuwu would not be naΓ―ve to think that the Yan Kingdom Guild would look at someone's face and let him mess around.
"You...... You're a bold man, a barbarian! Han Muyu wrinkled her nose and snorted lightly, but she said extremely firmly: "In short, I can't let you kill him!" β
Hearing Han Muyu's persuasion, Han Rujun only thought that he was about to be in trouble, he stiffened his neck and shouted: "Money is worry-free, I am a ghost, and I will not let you go, I swear, my soul of the dead ......"
"Shut up!" Qian Wuwu slapped Han Rujun's face, and in the crisp sound, the eldest prince of Yan Guo burst into tears, but when he grinned, he heard the words of hope: "Don't worry, I won't kill you!" β
"Really don't kill me?" Han Rujun's eyes widened, full of doubts.
"Of course!" Qian Wuwu said firmly, with a faint smile on his face: "Yanguo Mansion, have mercy on the weak, relieve the homeless, and work for relief!" In addition, the eldest prince took the initiative to sell the surplus grain from the treasury to our southern coalition army at a fair price to stabilize the place. (To be continued......)