My second senior brother is very afraid of death

Chapter 7 The Poor Will Think Change
But when he remembered that his dead ghost master owed Qing Yunmen 7000 million taels of silver, his mood immediately fell into a hole in the ice.

"Oh my god, can we save 7000 million taels by this time in a year and a half? My juniors and sisters, come back quickly, second senior brother, I can't stand it anymore."

The more I pretend to be calm and indifferent during the day, the mood will turn back at night, and all kinds of uncomfortable and painful emotions linger in my mind.

Before what happened today, he thought that living was a very painful thing, but after experiencing the humiliation during the day, he realized that there are some things that are more painful than living, and that is the dignity of living.

Now that his dignity has been trampled on, although he is joking and joking with anyone, only he knows the pain in his heart, and he has no other choice but to move forward.

Mo Jinyan fell asleep with a feeling of discomfort. That night, he dreamed of his master and his elders, senior uncles, elder brothers, younger brothers and younger sisters, Gongyi Moxi, and even Chu Lang Chenxi. In the dream, Mo Jinyan unexpectedly It was so pitiful to be beaten up by Chu Lang Chenxi.

The next day, Mo Jinyan worked harder to burn the cuboid medicine bottle. At the same time, he also made some daily-use porcelain such as plates and teapots, waiting for the townspeople of Wuyin Town to buy them, and people from other towns to come and buy them. Buy, this is the only way to make money right now.

This day, Chu Lang Chenxi didn't come to him to buy a medicine bottle, and Chu Lang Mo Xi's father, Chu Langfang, didn't come to him either. The boring Mo Jinyan could only go to bed early as usual.

On the third day, when Mo Jinyan was firing porcelain, Chu Lang came to the door in the morning.

"Yo, here you are."

Mo Jinyan was very happy, someone finally talked with him.

"Oh, it's really hard to find your shabby door. Fortunately, I managed to remember the way to come here last time, or else I got lost again today."

Chu Lang Chenxi looked at Mo Jinyan, who was naked and full of enthusiasm for firing porcelain.

"Okay, don't just keep the Xiaoyao shabby door. Without my Xiaoyao shabby door, I wonder where the people in your town would buy such good porcelain. How many medicine bottles do you need this time?"

Mo Jinyan stopped to rest and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Ten, my father said that I want more next time, so you can bake a few more."

Chu Lang Chenxi took out her purse, took out ten taels of silver, and put it on the cabinet.

"Okay, I'll pack ten medicine bottles for you now, you wait for me for another hour, and when I finish my work, I will send you to your town."

Mo Jinyan began to load ten cuboid medicine bottles into the cart.

"Okay, this time, you have good eyesight and know how to help me, so you don't take advantage of your good sister?"

As soon as Chu Lang Chenxi said this, Mo Jinyan, who was in the medicine bottle, was so frightened that he almost let go.

"Grandma, I'm a poor ghost cultivating immortals, how dare I take advantage of your old man, do you want my feet?"

Mo Jinyan honestly filled the medicine bottle.

"Hey, you're smart."

Only then did Chu Lang Chenxi help Mo Jinyan put ten cuboid medicine bottles into the cart.

An hour later, Mo Jinyan finally finished firing. After scrubbing his strong body, he impatiently helped Chu Lang Chenxi push the cart and ten medicine bottles down the mountain.

Talking and laughing along the way, the feeling of intimacy between Mo Jinyan and Chu Lang Chenxi doubled. We were all about the same age, so we were very happy to be able to chat together, and we seemed to be good friends who talked about everything.

Walking to a hillside, a gust of wind blew from the sky. Mo Jinyan and Chu Lang Moxi, who were having a happy conversation, suddenly felt something staring at them from the back door of the big tree next to the hillside.

The vigilant Mo Jinyan has lived in the Wuyin Mountain for a long time, and knows that there is no beast hidden behind the big tree, because a large beast will not let you discover its existence.

"Who? Come out!"

With a serious face, Mo Jinyan stood in front of Chu Lang Chenxi, stared at the back of the big tree and shouted.

"..."

No one responded from behind the tree.

"Did the two of us feel wrong?"

Seeing that no one responded, Chu Lang Chenxi felt that he and Mo Jinyan were too sensitive.

"Impossible, you can feel wrong, can I feel wrong as a cultivator?"

Mo Jinyan looked seriously at the back of the big tree and responded, not daring to relax for a moment, because no strangers would come to Wuyin Mountain, and there are no hunters in the mountain, even the people in Wuyin Town and other towns buy porcelain from him , almost rarely come, so Mo Jinyan did not dare to be careless.

"Friend, I saw you, come out."

Mo Jinyan tried again.

Suddenly, Mo Jinyan and Chu Lang Chenxi held their breath at the same time, their eyes widened, and a person came out from behind the big tree, but this person was dressed very strangely, wearing a broken bamboo hat to block his face, and was dressed in gray clothes , with a thin body, it feels very cold and cannot be approached.

"Little friend, may I ask how to get to Wuyin Town?"

Although the weirdo spoke politely, his attitude was cold and alienating.

"My father said that you can't tell outsiders where Wuyin Town is. Mo Jinyan, hurry up and make it up."

Chu Lang Chenxi whispered in Mo Jinyan's ear, while watching that strange man vigilantly.

"Oh, just walk fifty miles to the west, thirty miles to the south, and finally forty miles to the northeast, and you will find Wuyin Town."

Chu Lang and Mo Xi were amazed by Mo Jinyan's ability to make nonsense.

"Thanks!"

After the weird man finished speaking, he disappeared like the wind.

"I said Mo Jinyan, you can really lie, isn't the position you mentioned is where we are standing now?"

Chu Lang Chenxi pointed at Mo Jinyan and smirked.

"Who made him stupid, hahahaha!"

Mo Jinyan continued to help Chu Lang Chenxi deliver the medicine bottle, and after delivering it to the location, Mo Jinyan returned to Xiaoyaomen.

At night, Mo Jinyan calculated the money he earned today, which was ten taels of silver.

"My God! When will I get rich!"

After Mo Jinyan yelled in despair, he stared at the silver he had saved in a daze.

The so-called poverty leads to change, Mo Jinyan's mind was active, and he thought of a way in an instant.

"No, since God has given me a training cheat system, I can't waste it. It would be great if I could use this to make money."

Mo Jinyan sat on the edge of the bed and started talking to himself.

"Help people fight? No, cause trouble, I don't want to be enemies with anyone."

"Extortion? How many people do you need to extort to make up 7000 million taels? No."

"Borrowing money? That's even worse. Tianyunliu, where Gongyi Moxi works, can't come up with 7000 million taels at once. Who will lend it to me, a cowardly person who is afraid of death?"

"House robbery? My God, the number of people who go in and out of Wuyin Shenshan every day is not as much as that of porcelain that I sell. It is estimated that my great-great-great-great-grandson's generation will be able to collect 7000 million taels of silver by robbing houses." Enough, no!"

(End of this chapter)