After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"My thin lord, you and I are both officials in the same dynasty. Although the work of the Xiaguan is a little special, every day we have to relax people's muscles and bones, and torture them. I am tired of hearing the screams like pigs being slaughtered.

But in fact, we are all doing our part for the Da Chong Dynasty."

When he heard the warden of the Dali Temple talk lightly about torture and loosening up the muscles, Skinny Bamboo could not help but shiver.

Skinny Bamboo, who didn't want to have anything to do with the Dali Temple, immediately felt no more pain in his waist and legs, and all his strength returned instantly.

"As expected, there is no place like home. As soon as he returned home, he recovered miraculously, and we didn't even need to use the medicine we prepared."

Seeing the thin bamboo pole that looked like a dead tree coming back to life, the warden of the Dali Temple smiled naively, stretched out his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and patted the thin bamboo pole's shoulders twice, almost knocking it back to the ground.

“Since the master is fine, why not take the money out as soon as possible? We are all here for work.

Please don't make things difficult for me. I have orders with me. If I can't get the money, I can only say sorry and invite you to our Dali Temple for tea."

Drinking tea at the Dali Temple was a really terrible thing. The trembling skinny guy was so frightened that he kept bowing his hands and said, "Not really, not really.

I will go and look for it right away. If all else fails, I will even have to borrow your wife's dowry. I will make sure the money is paid back.

Please rest assured, I will pay you back. I will never default on my debts. The people are watching me."

After responding with a few random words, Shou Zhugan arranged for his servants to serve tea to the people traveling with him, and then he hurried back to the inner room to make arrangements.

"Madam, madam, help...

Madam, save me..."

Skinny Bamboo trotted all the way back to his backyard and quickly went to his wife for help.

Skinny Bamboo's wife was doing the accounts at home. When she saw Skinny Bamboo looking so flustered, she quickly put down the account book in her hand and stood up to greet him.

After the couple whispered for a while, the lady also looked worried.

It's not that Shou Zhugan is penniless now, but he is not well off either. He certainly doesn't have that much cash. His family does have some small amount of land, but it is his lifeblood and cannot be moved easily. Moreover, if he sells it in a hurry, he won't get a good price.

In the end, it was true that the lady took out a lot of her dowry to raise the money, but she also had conditions.

Since the family is in financial difficulty and the children are now old enough to get married, we have to prepare some decent betrothal gifts and dowries for them.

Money is needed everywhere, and the lady has to use her dowry. The two skinny concubines can also be sent away. Those who are willing to redeem themselves will not be stopped. If they are unwilling to redeem themselves, it is better to send them to a farm in the suburbs to live out their retirement.

For the sake of his own official hat and future, and even his own life safety, concubines are nothing. Send them away, send them away, send them all away. These concubines have been living on money for a long time, and now they have been caught by the old monkey Minister of Revenue and have been severely fleeced. There is no surplus food in the family. What concubines? They are a waste of money. It would be better to use the money to save some dowry for his daughter and some betrothal gifts for his son.