Xu Yan transmigrated into a book, becoming a villainous, overly devoted cannon fodder supporting character in a novel about the educated youth going to the countryside.
Despite having money a...
My main concern is the money; it's too unsafe to keep so much money at home.
"I'll go see Lao He tonight," Xie Zhuo said with a relaxed expression, as if he had already come up with a plan.
"Going tonight?" Xu Yan asked.
"Yes," Xie Zhuo nodded.
Then, pulling Xu Yan out of the kitchen, they saw Da Bao and Xiao Bao squatting and playing at the door in the yard. They stepped into the main room, closed the door, and took out a small cloth bag from under a brick.
“I plan to spend all of this money,” Xie Zhuo said.
"Spend it?" Xu Yan was a little confused. "How do I spend it?"
Given the prices of that era, a ten-yuan note was considered a "huge sum" to be taken out. Sixty-five thousand yuan could buy several department stores in the city!
Moreover, there are still many restrictions now.
“Didn’t Lao He suggest we move to Gangcheng last time?” Xie Zhuo said. “We won’t go to Gangcheng for now, but we can spend this money there first.”
Xu Yan was speechless for a long time.
She stared at Xie Zhuo for a long time, her mind filled with the thought that this was too outrageous.
Who wrote the original book? It has absolutely no connection to this world. She is even more suspicious that she has really transmigrated into the book, or... that the so-called future world is just her imagination.
"What are you thinking about?" Xie Zhuo reached out and gently hooked Xu Yan's chin.
"Huh?" Xu Yan suddenly came to her senses.
"What's wrong?" Xie Zhuo touched the corner of Xu Yan's eye with his fingertip again. "What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."
"It's nothing," Xu Yan shook his head.
"So what do you think of my suggestion?" Xie Zhuo looked at her. "It's not safe to keep such a large sum of money around. We'll be worried sick every day."
"Hmm," Xu Yan nodded, still somewhat dazed.
When Xie Zhuo kissed her, the tip of his nose brushed against hers.
The air was warm.
Xu Yan was forced to stop thinking about random things, and couldn't help but tremble when Xie Zhuo's fingers slipped inside her clothes.