To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

As the car drove out of the main city, it started to drizzle.

It fell on the ground and wet the tender green grass buds.

The man in black fell from the tree. Tianman stood in front of him with a sword in hand. He shouted, "If you don't want to die, get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being blind!"

The driver refused to leave.

Jumping off the carriage, ten coachmen rolled up their sleeves and walked towards the men in black. While they were stunned, they were already standing in various directions.

The man in black looked panicked, "Brother, we seem to be surrounded?"

The leader gritted his teeth. They were the ones who hijacked the car, but they were surrounded by people. If they told others about it, it would be a shame for their industry! He gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

"We are the most vicious and evil! What are we afraid of, just a few drivers?"

In the carriage.

Jiusu raised a corner and asked, "Is it that group of people?"

Jiang Jing said: "It is very likely."

The big knife was placed in contact with the dead man's wound.

"I was wondering, are the thieves and murderers the same group of people?"

Jiusu nodded, agreeing with this statement: "Murder, looting, and murder for money seem to be done by the same person. This gang of thieves is not as cowardly as we thought."

After a while, Jiang Jing went out.

As a person from the Salt Bureau, Jiusu could not interfere in the affairs of the Dali Temple openly, and could only browse the system in the car. The letter had been sent to Lingcheng, and the ATM had been linked to the store.

The money keeps coming in.

She has completed several tasks in a row.

"So this is what it feels like to own one million taels of silver..."

I want to make more money.

The bell clangs.

Jiang Jing has already led the team.

Zhang Dai fought the hardest. He tilted his head and said, "I didn't expect Lord Jiang to be so agile."

"You're not bad either." Jiang Jing kicked away the black-clothed man who rushed forward and looked at the thief who was screaming in pain. "Tear off their faces."

According to witnesses.

I saw a person with a hairy black mole on his face, and his face looked particularly evil.

Zhang Dai tore off their masks.

He grabbed the hair on the short man's face, "Hey! That's them, sir, they are the thieves, we caught them!"

The more I talked, the more excited I became.

He held the knife in his hand and jumped for joy.

It has been many years since he last did this, and no one could experience the joy of catching a bad guy. He hugged Zhu Bo, who was standing beside him with tears in his eyes.

On weekdays, Zhu Bo is steady.

But he could not hide his excitement at this moment. He patted Zhang Dai on the shoulder and said, "Great, that's great. I am finally worthy of this position. I am no longer just eating and waiting to die. I can also eliminate harm for the people and eliminate violence and protect the good!"

Jiusu looked at this touching scene, shrugged and chuckled.

What is happiness and joy?

Have a good meal? Make a lot of money? For them, it means to be at peace with their conscience and the reputation of the Dali Temple, and the sharp blade in their hands is not an rusty knife.

She opened the curtain.

"I wonder if he can be qualified for the position of Dali Temple Minister?"

Zhang Dai said without hesitation: "Of course! According to the bet, if anyone speaks rudely to Lord Jiang again, I, Zhang Dai, will be the first to disagree! Lord Jiang, Lord Jiu, I apologize for any offense I have caused you in the past."

Jiusu believes it.

This Zhang Dai has a sense of chivalry. She smiled and said, "No fight, no acquaintance."

Then she looked at Jiang Jing.

"Ah Jing, go and do your work first. I'll treat you to hot pot in the evening."

Jiang Jing raised his hand, gently twisted her earlobe, and leaned closer to say, "Thank you, my fiancée, for speaking up for me."

"Let's go." Jiusu put her hand on his chest and pushed him with red ears. Her eyes were full of affection. "I'm going back home first. Mother has something to tell you."

This is something that outsiders would envy to death.

Zhang Dai said sourly: "Oh my, I lost the bet, and I still have to show off my affection."

Zhu Bo said with a smile: "Don't be jealous, let's go back and help the master investigate. The master's wedding will be in two months. We must keep a close eye on Shengjing and don't let anything happen. It will bring bad luck."

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Hou House.

Yi Hui sat in Yuyu's bedroom, embroidering flowers on the pillow. She stretched her muscles and bones, feeling the breeze, and felt very comfortable. "Life is so good."

"Mother." Jiusu stepped over the threshold, "I'm back late."

Her eyes fell on the piles of account books and property on the table, and she felt overwhelmed.

Yi Hui curled his lips and put the pillowcase on the bed.

She stood up, pulled her daughter to sit down, and wiped her cold little face with heartache.

“Working away from home is hard.”

Thinking about it, he frowned and glanced at the things on the table.

"Take the ledger down."

Seeing that the lady was angry, Liu'er responded hastily. As soon as her hand touched the account book, the eldest lady stopped her. She stepped aside with a sharp eye.

Jiusu said: "When you are bored in the Salt Bureau, I come here to kill time."

"Okay, don't get tired." Yi Hui repeatedly urged, and then she pushed a few sandalwood boxes, "These are all the property of the Li family. I know that your shops in Lingcheng are all prosperous. You can choose whatever you want."

Jiusu opened the sandalwood box.

"so much?"

"Take your time to choose. Don't be in a hurry." Yi Hui rubbed his brows. "Yuyu, mother's eyes hurt. I'll go back to the yard to rest first."

Jiusu nodded and helped her out of the yard.

She sat in front of the square table and waved, "Zitan, Kou Shao, you guys also help me with the calculation."

After a long time, the master and his two servants were sore all over, so Jiusu took the two of them to rest in the yard.

Jiusu asked: "There seems to be something wrong with the account book."

Kou Shao said, "I think there is a little discrepancy, but it's not big. I guess the purchasing staff in the mansion took some kickbacks."

Zitan has many doubts.

She went back to the house, took out the account book, and opened the account book behind the housekeeper of the third room.

"There are a lot of accounts that don't add up, and many have been written three or four times. Large expenditures like this look like fake accounts."

"She is indeed bold." Jiusu placed his hand on the three or four identical lines of expenditures. "Kindergarten children copy their homework more carefully than this."

Kou Shao clenched her fist, "She is just bullying Madam!"

Jiusu licked his back teeth, his expression frighteningly cold: "Yes, Fang Lianjiao is really very bold. She is glad that she has left the Marquis' Mansion, otherwise..."

There was a knocking sound outside the gate.

She turned back sharply.

Li Fenghe met his niece's cold eyes and the smile on his face froze, but for the sake of the color of the hat on his head, he still walked in stiffly and asked with a smile.

"That, that..."

"I just came to ask, is the result out? I gave a hundred taels of silver."

Jiusu put away his expression, returned his consciousness to the system, and explored the results.

He pretended to take it out of his sleeve and glanced at it casually, and saw something unexpected.

"Uncle San, please take a look for yourself."

Li Fenghe took it, the smile on his face disappeared, his hands trembled, and his voice was obviously stained with anger: "Guarantee, guarantee it's true?"

"Of course." Jiusu said, "It's very true."

Li Fenghe was so angry that he couldn't speak. His hands kept shaking and the paper rustled in the wind. "This bitch."

Jiusu looked up, as if he saw the green hat on his uncle's head, and reminded: "I don't know who that man is, but she is at Fang's house, and you can ask her."