Chapter 309: Poverty Limits My Imagination [Supplement (7)]

Suddenly, a wisp of wind rushed in from nowhere and penetrated into the crack of Zhang Youcai's clothes behind his neck.

The chilly sensation made his bones creepy and his scalp tingled.

“…… What is it! ”

“???”

Seeing that everyone's eyes fell on him, Zhang Youcai's hairs stood up, and he also caught a glimpse of the door not closing.

After all, this was the Gao family, and he didn't dare to attack, so he could only try his best to pretend to be very kind and say to the gatekeeper, "Please close the door and freeze the old lady carefully." ”

I don't know if it's psychological, Zhang Youcai, who is famous for pretending to be a god and playing ghosts, suddenly felt that this longevity picture seemed to be as true as the old lady Gao said, and there seemed to be something evil.

Ignoring the eyes of the others, he stood back in the crowd.

Su Zimiao said in a low voice, "Xiaoxiao, what happened just now?" ”

"It's just the wind."

"Is it really the wind?"

"Well, the wind from the ghost."

“……”

No one noticed that the two of them were muttering, and seeing that the other masters were silent, Master Gao could only pin his hopes on Feng Wanyue while being disappointed.

He pulled out a flattering smile, nodded and said, "Master Feng, five thousand taels of gold, you can help me save the old lady, and this picture is also given to you, okay?" ”

Five thousand taels of gold!

As soon as the words fell, gasps sounded one after another.

You must know that among the masters present, Zhang Youcai's remuneration is the highest, with a full 1,000 taels of gold.

Unexpectedly, Master Gao didn't blink his eyes, and he opened his mouth to bid five thousand taels of gold for this Yuanbao Taoist master.

However, after all, people have real skills, and they can't do anything but envy, jealousy, and hatred.

When Master Gao heard these voices, he felt a special sense of accomplishment.

He ignored Gao Guotai's pull and continued, "If you can help me solve this matter, I can also pay to build an Ingot Daoist Temple in Fengyang City, how about it?" ”

Everyone, "......" is worthy of being a rich Gao family, and you will know if there is one.

Feng Wanyue hooked her lips, "Do you know how many taels of gold the Su family spent when they found me?" ”

Hearing this, Master Gao was immediately stunned.

Although the Gao family has money, they can't reach out to the imperial city, and naturally they don't know what is going on there, but I heard that Su Xun is a dime and a dime iron rooster, so he shouldn't have more than himself, right?

"Three...... Three thousand taels? ”

"That's not right."

Seeing that the other party didn't dare to continue guessing, Feng Wanyue turned her head sideways and said, "Trouble the young master of the Su family to tell them how much your father spent to ask me to get rid of ghosts." ”

Alas, the past is unbearable.

Su Zimiao, whose identity was exposed, stepped forward and told the truth seriously, "It's not much, the sum of the front and back is 20,000 taels of gold, of course, you have to donate a few thousand taels of gold or how much incense money every year." ”

Master Gao suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

He dizzily took a half step back, thinking he was hallucinating, "How much?" Two...... 20,000 taels of gold? ”

Su Zimiao nodded, "Yes, but these are all small amounts of money for my family, and it usually costs a few thousand taels for the master to buy a talisman casually at Boss Feng's!" ”

Gao Guotai, whose jaw was almost scared, "......" I'm sorry, poverty limits my imagination.

No matter how rich the Gao family was, they never thought of using tens of thousands of taels of gold to ask the master to get rid of evil spirits, let alone donate incense money.

After being silent for a while, Master Gao embarrassedly found himself under the stairs, "Master Feng is surprised, just ...... It's me talking nonsense, and you treat me as if I didn't say anything. ”