The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Qiwu was on the roof, using the system to investigate, and happened to see Ning'er burying a ball of paper under a tree, and then she fixed a photo stone on the branch. She was very busy now and couldn't wait to watch the show on the spot, so she recorded it and would come back to pick it up tomorrow.

The old lady wanted to move to a new courtyard, so in order to prepare the room quickly, she had to go to the public warehouse to pick out the supplies.

As a result, Ning'er led the group into the renovated public warehouse.

Most of the items in the warehouse were common utensils, and there was really no way to put together a complete set of furniture.

The two managers of the public warehouse were sweating profusely as they accompanied Ning'er to select things.

Ning'er was not satisfied with any of the choices she made, let alone the old lady who was always particular.

They could only arrange for people to send the intact furniture in the old lady's room to the new courtyard. Ning'er also took people to search carefully in the public storehouse, and finally pieced together a set of ornaments that were acceptable.

In just one hour, the new courtyard was decorated. After the old lady moved to the new courtyard, her spirits recovered a little. But when she saw the decorations in the house, which looked gorgeous but were not of high actual value, she started to lose her temper again.

Ning'er came in at this time and reported to the old lady about the shortage of staff in the yard. The old lady was about to say the names of a few familiar maids when she suddenly remembered that the group of people in the warehouse had run away when they saw the ghost, leaving her alone in the warehouse.

The old lady was so angry that she told the prince to sell off the maids and servants who had followed him.

It didn't take long for the chief guard to gather all the servants and their families on the list in the yard.

It was only until their homes were thoroughly searched that we discovered that some people actually had rockery and ponds, carved beams and painted buildings.

Apart from its small size, it was much more exquisite than the marquis's mansion. There were still servants and maids in the house. The young people surrounding it were quite respectable like young masters and young ladies. They were quite angry when they saw the guards coming in and wanted to report to the police.

The guard Changle was so angry that he turned around and sold the young master who had scolded him loudly to Yaju Pavilion and asked him to be the real young master.

The prince returned in the evening, and the group of people found nearly 10,000 taels of silver during the search.

A pile of expensive jewelry and even a few deeds to well-located properties.

The old lady counted a pile of silver notes and said, "These damned parasites, this is all my silver, they are all brain sores."

He was counting the banknotes with a smile on his face, and even forgot about the ghost he had seen this morning.

The prince brought some nice ornaments, including a diamond-inlaid peacock lamp from Qiwu. The old lady liked this kind of shiny diamond product very much, but because she had to take care not to be discovered by Qiwu, she placed the lamp in the inner room.

At Qiwu's place, the prince didn't have time to go to her until the evening. He pretended to care about what was missing from her warehouse. Qiwu pretended to be sad, "A lot of things are gone. There are only some worthless things left in the warehouse."

Seeing the prince’s pretended concern, Qiwu felt sick, “They are all rotten heads, sore feet, and eyes on dogs.

As retribution, he will be struck by lightning and torn into pieces by five ghosts..."

"Enough!" The prince slammed the table.

"Don't forget your dignity as the Crown Prince's wife!"

After saying this, he forgot about inquiring about the news of the Qiwu tribe and left in a huff.

Seeing how angry he was, Qi Wu sneered, "You can't stand hearing such a thing?"

Qiwu said that he was hit hard and felt unwell, so he took a few days off.

He planned to practice to the entry level first. It was too troublesome to always use spirit stones to trigger the Mirage Pearl. Once he had practiced Qi to the entry level, he could directly use spiritual energy to trigger the Mirage Pearl. He took out a rice-sized jade slip of martial arts, stuck it on his forehead, and it turned into a stream of light. Qiwu instantly knew how to practice the Fire Spirit Root.

Currently, you can only rely on Tutu to provide you with fire spirit stones, but you can also purchase a formation and go to places like volcanoes to practice by absorbing fire spirit energy yourself.

Qiwu's spiritual roots were at a very high level. It took her only three days to get into the door and become a cultivator in the Qi training stage. Now, when she wanted to activate the talismans, she no longer needed to tear them apart with her fingernails. She only needed to use her spiritual energy to activate them and cast spells on the target from a distance.

Qiwu liked the feeling of mastering power, even though he had just entered the Qi training stage and couldn't even produce a spark.

But she felt that the world she saw was different. The wind and rain seemed to have life and their own rhythm in the rhythm of nature.

Qiwu, who practiced fire-based martial arts, gradually showed a hint of edge in her temperament. In order to cover up her overly exposed edge, Qiwu let her hair down and combed it into a bun, making her look much softer.

Xing Er was very satisfied with her craftsmanship. "Miss, if you let me use a fake hair bun, I can make more hairstyles for you. I have carefully observed that the ladies who attended the banquet before all used fake hair buns, especially those who were older. How could their hair be so black and full? They were all fake hair buns. I asked the maid of Marquis Zhan's wife. The good fake hair buns are very expensive and rare. They have to be ordered a long time in advance. Some people will even force the poor boys to buy their hair just for this kind of fake hair bun."

Qi Wu thought for a moment, "You said the old lady is so particular about her image, she also has a lot of wigs, where did she get them? She is stingy and greedy, wigs are not cheap. Would she be willing to give them up?"

Xing'er thought for a moment, "I have heard of this. Before, the old lady always went to the temple to worship Buddha, and she always saw a girl cutting bamboo in the mountains. The girl had full hair, as black as satin. The old lady sent someone to the girl's house to buy the girl's hair. The family was not willing to sell it, so the old lady sent a steward to put pressure on them, and ruined the family's small business. In the end, they bought the girl's hair as they wished. The family was about to start talking about marriage, but now that she had a bald head, it was difficult for them to look at her. Moreover, the business was ruined, and the family's livelihood became a problem."

Xing'er put down the hairpin in her hand and looked at Qiwu's hair carefully. "But this was said by the young steward. Who knows whether it is true or not? Another version circulated outside the mansion is that the old lady bought the girl back to the mansion, shaved her hair and sold her to a shabby place. No one knows which one is true, or if both are true."

Qiwu knew that one reason the old lady valued the girl's beautiful hair was that the girl's vitality leaping among the mountains was the most unacceptable contrast to the aging old lady.

Qi Wu secretly used the truth talisman on the steward who was rumored to have put pressure on her, and he remained silent for a long time after he came back. This steward told a lot of dirty stories about the old lady.

Qiwu felt that three days of rest were enough for him, and it was time to let the old lady remember her old friend.

Let's go and pay our respects to the old lady today and cheer her up.