As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Chen Zhian was confused.

Many details that the original owner had never noticed before were clearly imprinted in his mind.

Chen Zhiming......

There is at least an 80% chance that it is lurking in the dark, waiting to shock the world one day.

In fact, five years ago, Chen Zhiming broke into the martial arts world alone, and he might have been on his way to Piaomiao Sect!

There was no time to consider who would take over the position of Marquis of Chenliu.

He began to recall whether the original owner had ever mocked his useless second brother.

Have you ever bullied others by relying on your superior talent?

——After a long time.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Ok!

Even though this guy is bad and stupid, at least he is not beyond redemption. He is not a bad person to his family members. At most, he just shows off in private.

He even stood up for his second brother and beat up those who mocked him.

Since the second brother might not be simple, then the eldest brother...

Is he really just a nerd?

Chen Zhibai behaved very normally, never putting down his book, it seemed like he was reading the Spring and Autumn Annals?

The only strange thing is that since the original owner could remember, he seemed to have never seen his eldest brother lose his temper. He always had a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel close to him!

This is outrageous.

Even a clay Buddha has some temper, but the eldest brother always looks gentle. Has he become a saint?

Moreover, thinking of the incomplete martial arts scroll that was thrown into the corner by the original owner to gather dust, Chen Zhian felt his head swell up.

It was his birthday party when he just turned twelve, and Chen Zhibai gave him a tattered book with an ancient feel.

Let him practice according to the little man in this book when he has time, it seems to be some unique martial arts book...

This was the only time Chen Zhibai gave him a gift.

The original owner practiced for a long time but had no idea what to do.

In addition, I also felt that my eldest brother was not a cultivator at all, so the things he gave me must be just so-so.

From then on, it was thrown into a corner and gathered dust, and I never practiced it again.

Along with the nameless incomplete copy, there was also a sword manual given by Chen Zhiming.

The Sword Manual is even more outrageous. There is only one sword drawn in the entire book, and it looks crooked and ugly, like a child's doodle.

At that time, the original owner, out of consideration for his second brother's face, glanced at him casually, and then left to accompany the nameless remnant.

Only the jade pendant given by my younger sister was worn by Chen Zhian all year round and never left his body...

After taking off the piece of warm jade with the words "Zhi'an" carved on it, Chen Zhi'an felt a little comforted.

The cheap eldest brother and second brother may both be hidden bosses.

Fortunately, I have my younger sister Chen Zhidong.

She is only fourteen years old, and there was nothing unusual when she was born. She has been following the original owner around for all these years, so she knows her inside out. Except for her pair of almond-shaped eyes that are sometimes quite deep, everything else is fine!

But being better than a younger sister who is destined not to inherit the title doesn't seem to be anything to be thankful for.

Besides, this may not be the case?

The original owner had been praised as a genius in Chenliu Marquis's Mansion for more than ten years, but in the end, he might be the worst one...

If the speculation is true, the eldest brother is a hidden boss, and the second brother is the son of destiny, then the entire Chenliu Marquis Mansion will not be a very dangerous place that may be sacrificed to the sky at any time?

Everyone knows it.

The protagonists are all orphans.

Even if it isn't, as long as you start on the path of cultivation...it will probably be soon.

Relatives offer sacrifices to heaven, and their magic power is boundless!

The small Chenliu Marquis Mansion hides two sons of destiny who have not yet risen. This damn thing may be destroyed at any time!

this moment.

Chen Zhian suddenly felt that the smell of decay and mildew in the prison was particularly fresh, much better than the Chenliu Marquis Mansion which could explode at any time.

Calm down.

Chen Zhian lowered his head and whispered, "I feel like I'm in danger. Tongzi, would you really like to consider opening a novice gift box?"

The prison was completely silent, except for the snoring of the old jailer.

Just when Chen Zhian thought there would be no response, a mechanical and cold voice sounded: "Equal exchange, no deception!"

"Not negotiable?"

Chen Zhian asked unwillingly.

There was silence in response to him.

As a crossing dog.

Chen Zhian also has a son by his side.

But compared with his peers who give away resources just by stepping on dog shit, saying weird things, answering multiple-choice questions, signing in and punching in, He is like a greedy and cunning vendor.

There are two irresistible pieces of fat hanging in front of the window, one is called time and the other is called enlightenment!

The price is marked on every piece of fat!

One day's time is five hundred taels of silver, and one enlightenment session is one thousand taels of silver.

It can also be exchanged for other items of equal value.

For example, Yuanshi, antiques, treasures, skills, or even the goddess’ original bellyband?

As long as the system considers something valuable, everything can be exchanged!

Chen Zhian has been killing fish for many years, but he only makes two hundred yuan a day after working so hard.

If calculated based on the purchasing power of Tang Dynasty silver, one would have to work without food or drink for ten years to be able to buy one day of time from the system.

Silently weighing the current financial situation of the Chenliu Marquis' Mansion, Chen Zhian became more and more melancholy.

Chen A'man was not good at business. He lived on the tax revenue from his fiefdom. Together with his salary, his annual net income was about 60,000 taels of silver.

Apart from the expenses of Chenliu Marquis's mansion and the eight hundred elderly, weak and sick people he supported, there was basically nothing left.

In addition, the original owner was always hanging out in brothels and causing trouble, and it cost money to bribe people, so the treasury of Chenliu Marquis's Mansion was already stretched to the limit.

A few days ago, Chen A'man subtly reminded the original owner to spend as little money as possible when going out to play.

As a result, the original owner was too stupid and didn't understand what his father meant.

At this moment, there seemed to be only more than 3,000 taels of silver left in the warehouse, which was barely enough to collect taxes in the autumn.

That means.

Even if Chen Zhian wanted to live off his parents, it would be a luxury...

Quietly close the system panel.

Chen Zhian turned his head to look at the dozing Zhang Xiaoer and said expressionlessly, "Brother Xiaoer, come here. I have something to tell you!"

Zhang Xiaoer hesitated for a moment and wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the difference in status between them, he gritted his teeth and walked over.

He bent slightly and was about to speak.

But Chen Zhian stretched out his right hand like lightning, grabbed his neck and slapped him on the head, saying viciously: "You f*cking stole my wine? Don't even think about getting away with it without five hundred taels!"

Zhang Xiaoer was slapped in the face by him and felt dizzy.

He looked at Chen Zhian blankly as he reached into his robe and fumbled around.

Even his boots were pulled off by Ye Zhian for careful inspection.

After a clean and neat looting, Zhang Xiaoer was left naked, lying on the ground, with a lifelike tiger on his chest.

Chen Zhian opened the panel and asked the system to price all these things. In the end, except for the broken sword, which he paid two taels of silver, the rest were coldly rejected.

At last.

Chen Zhian pulled out a purse from the most hidden gap in his prison robe, weighed it for a moment, and slapped it again: "Poor bastard, you're hiding only five taels of silver? Bah!"

Zhang Xiaoer's whole body was twitching, and it was unclear whether he was angry or beaten. White smoke came out of his head, his face turned red, and he fainted.

Not far away, the old jailer twitched his lips slightly, quietly wrapped himself in his prison robes, and leaned against the wall, snoring like thunder!

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