Chapter Seventy-Three: Let Me Suffer?!

Black and white walked into the room with a raised brow, his cold face looking unconcerned about everything in this world.

He sat in the room and poured himself a cup of tea, thinking about which way to get to the capital the fastest! There is also a little girl at home waiting for him to protect.

"Here, you can put it on too! Even if the martial arts are good, you should be afraid of the cold. ”

Looking at the clothes handed over by Shen Yu, Hei Bai was a little distracted, and in a trance, he felt that Shen Yu's smile was somewhat similar to his mother's mother.

"What are you stunned about, take it."

Shen Yu couldn't help but throw his clothes in Heibai's arms, and Chu Mohan on the side frowned when he saw this!

Why does she care so much about this kid? Could it be that he admires his martial arts?!

Chu Mohan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and there was always a heat in his heart!

Could it be that you are jealous?!

I hadn't seen the young master for a few days, Qin Feng missed him so much that he strode forward and gave him a bear hug.

Chu Mohan: ?

"What are you doing!"

Qin Feng smiled stupidly and looked up at Chu Mohan's surprised face.

"Young Master, I thought you were dead!"

Chu Mohan:¿

"You kid is looking for a fight, aren't you?"

"Young Master! That's not what I meant! ”

Chu Mohan picked up the tea cup on the table and smashed it towards Qin Feng! Qin Feng dodged, and the tea cup arrived in front of black and white!

I saw him lift the hilt of the sword, hold the teacup on the hilt of the sword, and after turning it lightly twice, the cup fell on the scabbard with a question!

The shopkeeper of the restaurant was terrified! This is a tea cup made by a famous local official kiln! Each one is worth a lot of money!

"Childe, don't throw this teacup again! Very expensive! ”

"Young Master! This boy's kung fu is good! Qin Feng praised in a low voice.

"Nonsense! From the capital! There is real kung fu! "After that, another tea cup was thrown!

The cracking sound of the tea cup made the shopkeeper wear a mask of pain, and his facial features were almost gathered together!

"Don't smash it! Don't smash it! Son! How do you still do business for our little shop! ”

Qin Feng snorted coldly, pretending to trip over the table leg and overturning the chair!

"Young Master! You're welcome! Yesterday, the shopkeeper gave the master a cruel word! Say we don't have the money to pay for the room and want us to move out! The old man gave him all the hosta left by the old lady! He still insisted that he could only pay for a few days! ”

"There is such a thing?!"

Chu Mohan was furious! In his previous life, he was pure, simple, and helpful, and others thought he was a good man and bullied him a lot!

In this life, I have no morals, and I am a fool if I don't talk about morality, and there are still people who want to bully themselves?!

"Good shameless thing! I can't even make up the money for a few days! Let my father and mother lose such a big face! I'm not going to kill you today! I'm not the prime minister's nephew! ”

After speaking, Chu Mohan overturned the table in front of him, and the crackling sound was like a heavy punch slamming into the shopkeeper's heart!

"Don't smash it! Don't smash it! Childe! I don't want this room fee, can't I? ”

"Oh? What's your tone of voice? Think Master Ben owes you money for the house?! Chu Mohan's eyes were like knives, and the shopkeeper felt that it was a little difficult to breathe!

He's also seen big shots! But Chu Mohan, who made him feel so scared, was the first!

The rest of the sons are either romantic, or Sven, or generous, even if they are beasts, they are also acting behind their backs, how can they be like him!

Although Chu Mohan is a gentleman on the surface! But there are still a few pawn shops and auction houses! He knows the price of the furnishings in the house.

It seems to pick up a porcelain vase casually, but it is worth more than ten taels! It's the most expensive porcelain vase in the whole room!

"Childe! Be merciful! That's a one-of-a-kind piece! It's a one-of-a-kind product! ”

"Bang dang!"

The shattered slag of the porcelain bottle splashed all over the ground! The shopkeeper's heart was also shattered!

"It's over! A dozen taels of silver! How long will it take me to earn it back! ”

The shopkeeper fell to his knees and looked like he was going to die or live.

"Shopkeeper shopkeeper! Look! ”

Xiao Er was immediately frightened when he saw what Chu Mohan was lifting! That's the treasurer's heart!

"Childe's subordinates are merciful! That's a bonsai I bought for thirty taels of silver! ”

The shopkeeper wanted to run over and grab it, but was blocked by a silver sword!

"One step further, don't blame me, you're welcome."

The black and white cold tone made the shopkeeper's heart even colder!

"Bang dang!"

The potted plant was shattered, and the shopkeeper's heart was also shattered!

"Whew! This anger has finally disappeared a little, calculate how much silver there is, and I will compensate you. ”

Looking at Chu Mohan's cheerful appearance, everyone was a little shocked.

Fan Yingxue shook her daughter's arm and asked in a low voice:

"Did you go to Jiulong Mountain and find a lot of money?"

I did find it, but he didn't give Chu Mohan a penny.

"No, there are many bandits on Jiulong Mountain, and I haven't even seen a tael of silver!"

As soon as Chu Mohan's words fell, the shopkeeper pursed his face and said:

"A total of seventy taels, is the son cash silver, or a silver ticket?"

"Don't cry when you talk about silver! Give me back the hosta my dad gave you! I'll give you the money together, and you can tell you how much money you want! ”

Chu Mohan gently stroked the broken hair on his sideburns, but he really looked like a handsome boy walking in a painting!

"How about that add up to a hundred taels of silver?!" The shopkeeper walked to Chu Mohan's side with a smile, as if he had seen the God of Wealth.

Shen Yu pursed his lips and chuckled, hoping that he would be able to laugh after a while!

After getting the hairpin, Chu Mohan gave it to his father as soon as possible.

Seeing that the hairpin was lost and recovered, Chu Tianyi also smiled, this son is sometimes quite sensible....

"Childe, this silver?!"

The shopkeeper couldn't wait to rub his palms, for fear that the cooked duck would fly away from his mouth.

"What? Afraid that I won't be able to run away?! It's ridiculous! Shall I send you the hundred taels of silver? What am I! The prime minister's nephew! ”

As soon as the words fell, Qin Feng brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!

"Young Master! Please! ”

Sure enough, it's still a familiar recipe!

The shopkeeper looked at Chu Mohan in confusion, could this silver ticket still be written?! But the size of this paper is not right?!

"Forget it! After all, he is the prime minister's nephew! There must be some methods that we ordinary people can't see! ”

The people who had seen Chu Mohan's trick couldn't close their mouths together, knowing what the shopkeeper was about to get, and the shopkeeper couldn't close their mouths with a smile, thinking that the people around him were congratulating him!

"Hey, hey, hey! Today is about to make a fortune! The deficit in the first half of the year can finally be earned! This boy is really good! ”

The shopkeeper couldn't wait to walk behind Chu Mohan and glanced at the paper in front of him.

"Haha! Good words, good words, these two IOUs are particularly expressive! Club! It's great! ”

"Wait! Ious?! "The heart of the shopkeeper's qi is bursting out! This guy says it so well! You promised so happily that you wanted to write me an IOU?!

After the last pen was written, his name fell, and Chu Mohan gave the IOU to the shopkeeper with satisfaction.

"Childe! Our restaurant is a small business, but we can't afford such a big credit! The shopkeeper's calves were weak and he almost sat on the ground, and the smile shifted to Shen Yu's face.

Being a melon-eater is sometimes quite happy.

"What do you mean? Is it looking down on me? Or look down on my uncle?! Well?! ”

The black and white sword is on the left, and Qin Feng is carrying the knife on the right, full of majesty, but how can the shopkeeper be willing to suffer this loss!

"Someone's coming!"