Lin Biyun wanted to regret it again.

Although Lin Jingyi's business is profitable, it is not too profitable.

It was better before, and the family was very well-off, but since Ji Renjie returned to Ning'an City, the family is not so rich.

She knows a little bit about the reason for this.

Ji Renjie married the daughter of a businessman, although the woman was not a spiritual cultivator, but she had the ability to make money.

The family was rich before, precisely because the woman kept sending money to Ji Renjie.

Because she was about to be five years old, she was about to enter Qingyun Academy to cultivate, and she needed a lot of cultivation resources.

Mother asked Ji Renjie to go back, take the woman over, control it, and let her earn more money.

Who knew that Ji Renjie had so many changes in his go.

Not only did the family lose a large source of income, but Ji Renjie also died.

Even the Lin family was so dirty that they couldn't live in it at all.

My mother had to move out and change houses.

The original house was cleaned up and planned to be sold, but no one would buy it, so it was smashed in his hands.

10,000 taels of gold, she can take it out now, but that's too much.

With this money, she doesn't have much money left.

Lin Biyun was feeling embarrassed, when she suddenly heard Jun Wuji ask, "Xiao Qi, how much money do you have in your hand?" Give me 10,000 golden tickets. ”

These words immediately woke Lin Biyun up.

She watched Jun Wuji take the 10,000 golden ticket from Xiao Qi's hand, and she had an idea in her heart.

With a roll of her eyes, she looked at the little fat Sun Tianbao: "You should be rich, right? Give me 10,000 golden tickets." ”

Although Sun Tianbao was wearing a unified inner courtyard disciple uniform, it gave people the feeling of being wealthy.

Lin Biyun saw that he was stupid, so he made up his mind.

As a result, Sun Tianbao rolled his eyes: "Who are you? Why did the master give you money? If you don't have money, don't buy seeds, what kind of big money." ”

"You" Lin Biyun was angry.

At this moment, Jun Wuji spoke again: "Uncle Zheng, we are new disciples who have just arrived, it is already difficult for you to let us take on this task, we have to take care of it, right?"

Steward Zheng frowned: "What do you want?"

Jun Wuji raised the golden ticket in his hand: "I can give you 10,000 golden tickets, but I want ten seeds." ”

"Ten!" Steward Zheng's voice changed in shock, "No! Absolutely not! Too many!"

"Is it much?" Jun Wuji raised his eyebrows, "If it really doesn't work, then I can only go to Shizun and ask him to help relieve this task." ”

Steward Zheng couldn't help but say, "Senior Nephew, it was Pharmacist Zhao who asked you to take on this task?"

Jun Wuji looked at him: "What do you mean...... Pharmacist Zhao won't help me?"

Steward Zheng smiled proudly: "Definitely not." ”

"Is that so, then I can only do without him as a master, and find another master. ”

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave, but Steward Zheng suddenly panicked, and directly chased her out and stopped her: "Senior nephew, you can't go!"

"That kind of thing ...... thing"

Steward Zheng gritted his teeth fiercely: "Here you go!"

It's a big deal, he will ask Chu Heng for money when the time comes!

"But I've changed my mind, I want twenty seeds!"

"You"

"If Uncle Zheng thinks this number is inappropriate, then I will think again. ”

Steward Zheng hurriedly said: "No need! Twenty is twenty, there is not much!"

He didn't dare to let Jun Wuji think about it.