Song Qingci had just swept the room.
Just as Feng Xun said, it was turned over in a terrible way.
Basically, this thief probably searched the rat hole twice.
It was also because she was too stupid. There were only two or three books on the table, so it was too easy for her to find them.
The only thing that could comfort her was that her medicine cabinets and boxes did not seem to have suffered much damage.
Although the medicine bottles were scattered all over the place, they were not damaged.
Song Qingci breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what, we have to hold on until after the Lantern Festival when the pharmacy at the foot of the mountain opens and we can buy new medicine.
Now it’s up to Mr. Fu San.
Third Master, please show your power and blind my eyes!
After Master Fu San came in, he whispered to Feng Xun, "Help your girl clean up."
Well, mainly cages.
Song Qingci opened his eyes wide, "Wait, Third Master, can you move now?"
Don’t you understand, Third Master?
Or were all the stories her mother told her about solving crimes lies?
Mr. Fu San looked at the little girl standing there, not knowing where to put her hands and feet. He wondered what she was thinking about, but he wanted to laugh.
The little girl's small head contains a big colorful world.
The world of imagination is bizarre and colorful.
Mr. Fu San nodded.
Song Qingci felt that it would be better for him not to move. "Forget it, I won't move. Third Master, you move first."
Master Fu San: “…”
Feng Xun rolled up his sleeves and prepared to clean up, "Then, servant, will you still help?"
Master Fu San: "...Pack up your things and see if you're missing anything."
"Nothing should be missing. Master San's stick is still there!"
Song Qingci felt somewhat relieved.
She was worried about Mr. Fu San's hand, so she forcibly "confiscated" his stick and kept it in her room.
It doesn’t matter if the money is lost, but if the Third Master’s precious stick is lost, she can’t afford to compensate for it.
The key point is that she hadn't thought about this problem at all just now.
Only when she saw the stick lying on the ground did she remember this important incident.
That little thief might have also been tempted by the stick.
After all, it’s made of iron, and iron is so valuable!
But maybe he will find it too heavy after a while, and since she has already received a large sum of money, who will care about this?
So the thief didn't take the stick away in the end.
Thank him!
Mr. Fu San actually wanted to correct her. It was a gun. Even if it didn't have a gun head installed, it was still a gun, not a stick.
But he swallowed his words in the end.
The little girl might be scared when she hears the name "Duanhun".
And probably, we will also know his true identity.
"Third Master, please take the stick back!"
There are thieves in the mountains, and it's not safe for her to stay here.
She can't bear this responsibility!
Mr. Fu San said, "No problem, we'll talk about that later. First, take a look to see if there's anything missing."
Song Qingci hesitated for a moment, but finally obeyed - he was the boss, so he had to listen to him.
Feng Xun started to clean up as soon as he entered the room, and she directly opened the two books that were almost torn to pieces.
Sure enough, the letter and banknotes inside were gone.
Song Qingci was mentally prepared, so it wasn't that difficult for him to accept.
She and Feng Xun packed up other things together.
"Third Master, the chicks you gave me are still here, and Gun Gun is here too!"
The only remaining chick that she had hatched was still sleeping soundly in its warm little cotton nest, surrounded by its "brothers and sisters", the fake chicks that Mr. Fu San gave her.
They were all fine, and Song Qingci's mood instantly improved a lot.
Jin Yue poked her head out and asked, "Can I come in too?"
She wants to see the rolling.
"Wait, let me put my things in order before you come in." Song Qingci said, then looked up at Master Fu San, "Master Fu, how do we catch a thief?"
We can't just let it go like this.
"What are you missing?" asked Mr. Fu San.
Song Qingci: "The letter my mother wrote to me, and the banknote she gave me..."
If I had known that the money would benefit the thief, I would have given it to the people in the mountains!
Just give it to the Third Master and let him use it to do big things!
She didn't feel bad about losing the silver, but she felt bad about the silver being lost and becoming worthless.
"I understand. Don't worry, everything can be found." said Mr. Fu San.
Song Qingci felt that these words were somewhat comforting to him.
Although Mr. Fu San has absolute authority over Huaishan, if the little thief is really afraid of Mr. Fu San's authority, he will not do such sneaky things.
Song Qingci felt that Mr. Fu San had made the same mistake that all men in the world would make - being self-righteous.
But he was not her man, so she didn't need to discipline him. Therefore, she was tolerant and polite.
"No need, Third Master. They are just some personal belongings. If you can find them, look for them. If you can't, forget it."
Mr. Fu San didn't say much and left with Fu An and Dongzi.
Song Qingci and Feng Xun spent a full hour cleaning up before they lay down on the bed exhausted.
Today, she was really given a hard time.
First he "survived" from under a fat pig and ate and drank happily, and then a thief broke into the house.
Life is full of ups and downs, so unpredictable.
"Miss, have you ever thought about how much silver you lost?" Feng Xun asked while massaging Song Qingci's leg.
"I haven't calculated it," Song Qingci said, "If it's lost, forget it. I can't get it back even if I try. Anyway, my mother will probably send someone to give me the 200,000 taels soon."
Well, that was her dowry.
She decided to let her mother "get what she wanted".
Isn’t the dowry supposed to be given to Mr. Fu San?
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