Chapter 47 The Walking Dead
inside the house.
Song Lan sat at the top, playing with the green peonies held by the young man in front of him.
As if he heard the voice, he raised his head in surprise and met the eyes of the old Taoist who was wearing a bright green forged gold-colored crimson garment with Yuluo Xiaotai cloud python and longevity pattern.
The air seemed to suddenly freeze.
It was quiet for a while. The concierge who followed the veteran chased in took a few deep breaths and scolded: "What's the matter with you, a veteran? I told you that we don't need to meet to give orders. You Why are you trying so hard?”
"Hurry up, hurry up! If you don't leave, I'll take you to the government!"
As the porter said, he first apologized to Mrs. Xie and others, and then pulled the old man away.
The old man was like a slippery loach. He bent down and slipped away from the concierge's hand smoothly.
"I have told you that there is a lot of resentment accumulated in your house."
"If it is not cleared up as soon as possible, the whole family will die!"
The concierge said "poof": "What a blind thing, talking nonsense!"
"I'll rush into the master's house later and ask you to go to the Yamen to eat!"
"Hurry up and leave..." As he said that, he reached out and grabbed the collar of the old man's neck.
The old Taoist was about to perform the Loach Kung Fu again, when he suddenly stopped and said softly "Hey".
"It's strange. Just now I saw that this house was full of resentment."
"The source of the overwhelming resentment is here. Why - suddenly there is nothing?"
The old man looked around and found that the house was terribly clean at this time.
"You are so round and square, can you leave?"
The concierge glared fiercely and grabbed the collar of Lao Dao's clothes: "If you don't leave, I will really call you!"
"If you really meet the official, you will be punished!"
The old Taoist was about to say something else. Song Lan's lips curled up slightly, interrupting the concierge's harsh words: "The Taoist priest is here as a guest. The Xie family is a family that values rules and etiquette. How can it be that they don't know how to treat guests?"
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The scissors in her hand clicked, and she cut off a blooming green peony.
The flowers fell to the ground and shook slightly.
At the same time, Mrs. Wang, who looked frightened, suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck, pulling hard, as if an invisible white silk thread was slowly tightening her neck.
"Second aunt, please give the Taoist priest a cup of tea."
Song Lan's voice was soft and sweet, but when it fell into Wang's ears, it seemed like a reminder.
She grabbed her neck so hard that the whites of her eyes rolled out.
As for the old man who was invited by Song Lan to stay for tea, he only saw the woman standing up silently, taking the teapot from the servant's hand, approaching and pouring him a cup of tea.
"Taoist Priest, please use it."
Song Lan raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
The old Taoist always feels that something is strange.
Could it be that he fell into the fairy's trap?
The old Taoist was still confused.
Song Lan already regarded him as if he was nothing, minding his own business, talking about his dowry with Mrs. Xie and others.
"...I've spent everything I need, and I'm afraid you won't be able to find it back."
"I will be more generous and won't allow you to argue with me."
"You just need to give me 80% of the value of those items."
"However, you probably don't have the money to compensate me."
Song Lan fiddled with the leaves of the green peony: "I will suffer a little loss and allow you to use fertile farmland, mountainous land, etc. at a discount."
"It seems that there is a small farm with more than a hundred acres under my cousin's name."
"The small farm is not big, but there are many pear trees planted there."
"When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the pear blossoms are like snow, which is very beautiful."
"Every year, many students and literati rush to enjoy the flowers and compete with each other for poetry."
"It seems that there are a lot of rabbits raised in the pear orchard for those who come to enjoy the flowers and enjoy the wild life." "My cousin's careful management has made the small farm a little more popular in the eyes of the nobles in the capital. Somewhat famous.”
Song Lan gently twisted the leaves of the green peony with her fingers, her tone casual.
"I think we might as well use this small farm to pay off the debt!"
"It's a little late to enjoy pear blossoms now, but the pears produced by these pear trees are ugly, but they are sweet and nutritious to eat."
After Song Lan finished talking about it, he had already written the deed of transfer and debt repayment in his hand.
She gently blew the ink dry and looked around at the people sitting in the room: "Who among you will sign and seal it?"
If you want to use the farm under Xie Yuyao's name to pay off the debt, you should ask Xie Yuyao what they do?
No one spoke.
"Okay, if you don't object, then I'll pretend that you have no objections."
Song Lan waved, and Wang walked over like a zombie.
Song Lan put the deed in her hand and asked her to take it to the rest of the Xie family and sign and seal it one by one.
The old Taoist held tea in his hand and his eyebrows jumped.
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Something is wrong.
Something is very wrong!
Why is the atmosphere in this room so strange?
Lifeless.
It looked like they were discussing something, but in fact it was the young lady sitting at the head who was talking all the time
Others looked like they were listening carefully, but in fact their eyes were dull, as if they were not alive.
The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked at the people sitting in the room one by one.
There's nothing wrong with it.
He swallowed a few times and gradually began to feel nervous and panicked.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have tried to show off, saying that I wanted to subjugate demons and protect the integrity of the world.
Wouldn't it be nice to just stay in his broken Taoist temple, wait for the stupid disciple to come back with the incense money, and secretly go down the mountain to buy wine?
Why is he so busy, so nosy, so, so unlucky for him!
Grandmaster!
You, old man, please protect me, save me from danger, be safe and sound, and leave here completely!
The old Taoist muttered a lot in his heart, but managed to stay calm.
Mrs. Wang quickly held the deed that had been fingerprinted and signed by the Xie family, just like Xie Siming holding the green peony, holding the deed and handed it to Song Lan.
Song Lan didn't answer, and she continued to hand over the deed, like a walking zombie that had lost its instructions and lost its direction.
"Let's settle the debt here first."
She glanced at the sky: "The sun is going to set, I still have something to do."
Song Lan let out a distressed "tsk": "It's really difficult to deal with. The remaining dowries are basically large items. I really can't move them away at this time, otherwise-"< br>
Her eyes fell on the old Taoist who was about to shrink into a ball, and had long since lost the majestic spirit he had when he first came in: "If the Taoist priest doesn't mind it, consider it my donation of incense money for your Taoist temple, how about it?"
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Song Lan fiddled with a few pages of the dowry list casually: "I just want the Taoist priest to go to more trouble and go to the tooth dealer to come and estimate it myself."
The old Taoist was confused, and pointed at himself with some suspicion that his ears had misheard.
"Give it to me?"
Heavenly Mother! Grandmaster!
Who can tell him what the situation is now?
"Yes, here you go!"
Song Lan's lips curled up slightly, and his voice was beguiling: "The Taoist priest should need a lot of money to repair the Taoist temple and gild the body of the ancestor, right?"
"How about trading with me?"
The old Taoist swallowed his saliva and panicked: "What, what kind of deal?"
Song Lan laughed happily: "I gave these expensive and difficult-to-carry dowries to the Taoist Priest."
"Taoist Master, take——in exchange!"
After hearing clearly what Song Lan was asking for, the old Taoist opened his eyes wide and looked at her in shock, suspecting that he had heard wrongly.
(End of chapter)