Just as Mo Lan was complaining, the tomb spirit spoke up and reminded her.

Upon hearing the tomb spirit's reminder, Mo Lan paused for a moment, then a gold bar appeared in her hand with a thought.

Looking at the glittering gold in her hand, Mo Lan sighed, "High-tech refined gold is too different from current processes. If I take it out and use it, who knows what trouble it might cause."

Gold and silver are the most widely circulated commodities, but silver ingots are still the most commonly used.

Due to purity issues and oxidation over time, the gold and silver at this point have become very dull in color.

Unless she remelts the gold bars and adds some impurities.

"Boss, I could use an illusion to cover it up, but it would be such a waste." The tomb spirit sensed Mo Lan's idea and immediately spoke up to stop her.

It makes one feel guilty to destroy something beautiful.

Hearing the tomb spirit's urgent tone, Mo Lan tossed the gold bar in her hand and curled the corners of her lips.

“Tomb Spirit, I know you’re a perfectionist who likes pure and beautiful things. If I don’t melt these gold bars down, I’ll have to find a way to earn silver, otherwise I won’t have the money to build a service area.”

She is short of money; she is severely short of money right now.

"Boss, you've stored so many things in the Mandala, why don't you sell one of them to make ends meet?" The Tomb Spirit suggested after a moment of silence.

"…Tomb Spirit, are you teaching me to squander my money?" Sell her collection? Absolutely not!

The spirit of the tomb: "How about...robbing the rich to help the poor?"

Hearing the tomb spirit's suggestion, Mo Lan's lips twitched. She hadn't expected the tomb spirit to offer any good advice, but making money as soon as possible was indeed urgent.

Without money, no matter how many ideas you have, you can't move an inch.

Mo Lan flicked her pointer, leaped to the ground, and strolled back to the mountain village. As she passed a few gardenias, she casually picked a few to take back and put in a vase, saving Hua Bao the trouble of making a trip.

As soon as she reached the foot of the mountain, Mo Lan saw a carriage parked there. Could it be that someone was paying homage to the mountain?

There were special people to receive her when she visited the mountain, so Mo Lan never worried about such things. Just as she passed by, the guys who got off the carriage actually whistled at her.

"Oh, Miss's out admiring the flowers again? Haha..."

"Having not seen you for half a year, Miss has changed a bit, hehe..."

Mo Lan turned her head to look at the group of people, including a girl in a yellow dress who was leaning against the carriage and was looking at her with a hint of schadenfreude.

What's going on? Do they recognize themselves?

The group looked at each other, noticing Mo Lan's aloof expression. One of the boys nudged his companion with his elbow.

"Shanzi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"How could I be talking nonsense? Our Qinglong Village is full of flowers, and every time Miss comes back, she picks a bunch."

"Shanzi, that's enough. You're a young lady, after all. If the chieftain finds out, he'll definitely punish you by making you clean the latrines!"

Looking at Mo Lan's indifferent expression, Mu Zi awkwardly tugged at her hair, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Young Miss, please be magnanimous and don't let the chieftain know!"

As he spoke, he even made an awkward bow, his face full of fawning!

Judging from their behavior, Mo Lan finally understood that these people were from Qinglong Village.

Unfortunately, I don't remember much about it.

These days, it's really rare to find someone who doesn't respect her as a young lady.

Thinking of the original owner's gentle and weak appearance, Mo Lan could only sigh inwardly. Fortunately, the original owner was the young lady of Qinglong Village. These people would have considered her past actions, otherwise, it wouldn't have been just empty words!