Wen Nan ignored their words and instead looked at Lu Yanqing with great interest. She wanted to see how Lu Yanqing would solve the problem.
To cultivate a wise ruler... one must develop him in all aspects, including morality, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics.
Wen Nan stood behind Lu Yanqing. Lu Yanqing gently weighed the money bag in her hand. Her beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, and even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked particularly special.
"Since it belongs to Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao, how much silver is inside?" Lu Yanqing was wearing a dark cloak that Wen Nan had bought back, the dark cloak covered with snowflakes.
It lands on the shoulders and the top of the head.
Wen Nan peeked out from behind Lu Yanqing, revealing half of his head and looking innocently at Aunt Zhao.
Aunt Zhao was crying her eyes out.
"..."
Lu Yanqing asked the question, but the only response he received was that soprano voice.
The sound echoed above the entire village, lingering for days. It lingered for a long time.
Like a pipa with a mis-plucked string, its sound is sharp and high-pitched.
A long time passed.
Some people around saw that Aunt Zhao couldn't explain herself and only knew how to cry.
I hesitated for a moment.
Some people just love to watch the drama unfold.
"Aunt Zhao, could it be that you really framed Madam Wen? If this is your money... why can't you say a word?" Wang Hunzi from the same village said, with a dry twig in his mouth and his arms crossed.
"I don't want to live anymore... Waaah, you bastard Wang Hunzi."
Aunt Zhao's crying suddenly stopped. She glared at Wang Hunzi, cursed him a few times, and spat out a mouthful of saliva.
Wang Hunzi remained silent.
The village chief then spoke up, "Aunt Zhao, if it really is yours, give me a specific amount..."
It was already late, and Aunt Zhao's crying continued for a long time.
But the people around them had already changed their expressions when they looked at Aunt Zhao and her daughter, Xiu Niang.
The embroiderer's face also looked rather pale.
The embroiderer tugged at Aunt Zhao's clothes.
She didn't know what was going on, but things had come to this point, and the money could only be theirs.
"There must be at least several taels of silver in here. I often use it for expenses, and I don't have the habit of keeping accounts. How could I possibly know the exact amount?" Aunt Zhao wiped the snot bubbles off her nose.
As soon as Aunt Zhao said this, everyone around her immediately understood.
Unable to provide a specific number. Giving a perfunctory answer.
It seems that this money doesn't really belong to Aunt Zhao.
Lu Yanqing frowned and said, "Aunt Zhao, if you can't give me the exact number, what's inside..."
As Lu Yanqing said this, he opened the money pouch and poured out its contents.
The bamboo-woven bean pods, each one lifelike, landed in Lu Yanqing's palm.
Wen Nan raised an eyebrow slightly. She had just held it in her hand, and it was quite heavy. How could it possibly be a bag of bamboo-woven bean pod toys?
But Wen Nan remained silent.
Aunt Zhao was dumbfounded. She had thought she was about to receive a windfall, but... after all that, her money bag contained nothing but a bunch of junk like this?
The people around burst into laughter.
"Aunt Zhao, is this enough food for everyone in your family?"
"Aunt Zhao, are you so poor that you can't even afford to cook?"
"Aunt Zhao, did you see that Madam Wen found the money bag and you want to keep it for yourself?"
But to my surprise, there was no money inside. Wang Hunzi spat out a mouthful of foam, looked at Aunt Zhao, and told her the truth.
The surrounding villagers burst into laughter.
Aunt Zhao became the object of everyone's ridicule for taking advantage of her age.
"Ha ha ha ha."
...
Aunt Zhao's face immediately darkened. The embroiderer's fingers clenched tightly at the hem of her dress; she was extremely embarrassed.
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