In the famine, she stockpiled space supplies and became a bandit.

Wei Qing was shocked: "Benefactor——"

Luo Xi raised his hand to interrupt him: "I have my own plans."

Lady boss: “……???”

Is her ear damaged? Sold it by her and give her money?

Isn't this a fool?

Never mind, just fool him first and get the money later.

The proprietress clapped her hands and said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll take care of it. Just wait for good news."

When he returned to the room, Qinglong had already searched this fairy residence thoroughly.

"This Erlang Shen suddenly appeared out of nowhere at the end of last year. His surname is Yang, and he is the second child in the family. He claims to be Erlang Shen from heaven who came down to earth specifically for this famine."

"He said that if you become his believers, you will not only be able to survive natural disasters, but also become rich and live longer."

"It sounds nice, but in fact, it is just a gimmick to win people's hearts. I don't know what shameful things they are trying to do."

"But there are indeed quite a few people who believe in him. Now there are almost 2,000 people gathered on the mountain, and each of them is willing to collect their family's property and go to him."

Wei Qing's eyebrows knitted together.

The famine has just begun, and the world is already in such chaos. People's lives are already difficult. If they believe in Yang Erlang and their money and property are cheated away, how will they live in the future?

It seems that we can no longer rely on County Magistrate Rong Bai.

"Benefactor, do you have any plans?" He looked at Luo Xi expectantly.

If the benefactor is willing to help, this matter can probably be resolved. At the very least, the people will not be deceived.

"Sir, you are not trying to meddle in other people's business again, are you?" Wei Gang widened his eyes.

"This is nothing but a trivial matter." Wei Qing said sternly, "As a parent official, the people's affairs are my affairs. Shouldn't I be involved?"

What a strange idea! Luo Xi held his forehead and said, "Wei Qing, this country doesn't belong to the Wei family, and you are just a county magistrate."

So don't be so carried away, okay?

Luo Xi just wanted to secretly pack up the supplies and she didn't care about that damn Erlang Shen thing.

Wei Qing's face changed: "My benefactor, what nonsense are you talking about? Wei Qing's loyalty to His Majesty is evident to all, and I have absolutely no intention of being disloyal. Don't say such things again in the future."

This was the first time Wei Qing spoke to Luo Xi in such a tone.

"This time, just pretend you didn't say anything and I didn't hear anything, and the same goes for you." He glanced at the others with a stern face.

"Yes, sir." The other members of the Wei family looked at each other and nodded quickly.

Jiuxian didn't even look at him. He just ate the snacks that Luoxi gave him and enjoyed them very much.

Wei Qing looked at him with gritted teeth: "Ninth Floor Master, you too."

Jiuxian didn't even raise his head: "Yesterday, Honglou just received an order for 500,000 taels of gold to assassinate the young prince. I accepted it."

Wei Qing: "......!!!!!!"

"How could you do this? The prince is the future emperor and the hope of the Tianqi Dynasty."

"As the people of Tianqi, how can we do such disloyal and unjust things?"

He was so angry that his eyes became bloodshot and his body was shaking slightly.

Jiuxian was calm and composed: "If I remember correctly, more than two hundred years ago, this was the Beili Dynasty. Who knows if it will be the Apocalypse tomorrow."

Luo Xi looked at him in astonishment. This guy was so interesting that he actually told the truth.

"Come on, Jiu Xiaoxian, I'll toast you a glass for your courage."

She took out the white wine that she had collected from the end of the world, poured a glass each for herself and Jiuxian, and took out a lot of side dishes.

"My benefactor, how could you..." Wei Qing looked at her in disbelief.

Luo Xi drank the wine in the glass and said, "Wei Qing, we have only known each other for a few days. Do you really understand me?"

So, don’t assume that she is a good person. No one who can live for so many years in the apocalypse is a good person, because good people... are either dead or changed.

"I won't get involved in this matter. We've known each other for a while now, so I advise you not to get involved."

Wei Qing stared at her blankly, his eyes strange and complicated.

After a while, he turned to Jiuxian and said, "Master Jiu, you said it so blatantly, aren't you afraid of being heard?"

"Or, aren't you afraid that I will report you?"

Jiuxian picked up the wine glass and smelled and looked, but he didn't look at Wei Qing: "Do you think I, the owner of the Red Mansion, am here to play with you? Without my permission, can any living thing approach here?"

"As for reporting it, you can try." His eyes were cold and bottomless.

Wei Qing: "..."

"My benefactors, please continue to eat. I, I will not accompany you."

He looked dazed and staggered away.

Luo Xi only took a glance and then looked away.

There are always some people who won't turn back until they hit the wall, and there are always some pits that you don't know how to avoid until you step into them yourself.

Aunt Wei sighed softly: "My benefactor, Ninth Floor Master, I'm sorry, Wei Qing just didn't think it through for a while."

In fact, she also did not agree with Wei Qing's approach. They had no money and no power, and Wei Qing's approach was like a moth flying into a flame.

Just as a mother, she will always support her children.

Luo Xi shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

Aunt Wei gave a forced smile and stood up: "You guys eat the benefactor, I'll go see him."

Luo Xi nodded and looked at Jiuxian: "Do you want to drink or not? If not, give it to me."

I smelled it and looked at it for a while, but I just didn't put it in my mouth, and it took a long time.

Jiuxian avoided Luo Xi's outstretched hand, took a sip, and his eyes flickered: "Where did you buy it? It's very special."

"Selling it?" he asked.

Luo Xi laughed: "Is there anything I have here that you don't want to buy?"

Jiuxian looked at her and said, "If you join the Red Mansion, I won't have to buy anything."

"You wish." Luo Xi gave him a sidelong glance.

Having said that, Luo Xi still gave him two bottles of wine. Luo Xi himself didn't like to drink very much, and it was rare that someone liked it, so it was not a bad idea to give him two bottles.

Jiuxian didn't take it for nothing, so Qinglong threw a gold ingot over to him: "Do you want to collect broken... things again?"

Luo Xi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Why? Are you interested too?"

"Count me in as one." Jiuxian said as a matter of course: "I'll take half of the food, the rest is yours."

Luo Xi: "......?"

"That's strange. Didn't you say those were all junk? Why, you want junk too? Besides, you have so much gold in your Red Mansion, don't you need those things from the bandits' den?"

Jiuxian pretended not to hear and slowly started eating the snacks.

Qinglong suppressed his laughter and said, "Miss Luo, you may not know this, but today we received news that the major aristocratic families have started buying up grain on a large scale since some time ago."

He sighed: "So now the price of grain in the market has more than doubled, and the worst thing is that there is no demand for it. No matter how much gold we have, it can't be eaten."

There are so many people in the Red Mansion that if they don't prepare enough food, there won't be enough food if there is a serious famine.

And judging from the situation, things are probably going to get chaotic.

Luo Xi was shocked. Everyone was scrambling to store food, which was a sign of troubled times.

It seems that she has to plan carefully, otherwise when she finds Chu Zhe, they will have to hide in some deep mountains and forests.

After all, when the nest is destroyed, no eggs can remain intact.

But hiding away all her life and waiting to die was not what she wanted.

Luo Xi immediately made a decision in his mind.