Master fake high cold

"You bitch..." Papa Mu cursed a few words in a low voice. Seeing that they didn't change their expressions, and even made a gesture to go to the county government office, he panicked and didn't dare to curse. "I'll think about how much money you give."

He originally regarded his daughter as a loser, and it was a long-awaited idea to exchange for a dowry when she grew up. Now Mu Lan obviously wants to turn against them, and I am afraid it will be difficult to take advantage of it in the future. The only way is to hold the benefits in his hands. Really, so make sure to rip-off this time.

"50 taels, plus the 50 taels given by the Li family before, the total is 100 taels, there is no more points, otherwise we will continue to consume energy, and see who can consume more energy than whom." Mu Lan would not know that he is greedy by nature, so Started off by saying it.

Father Mu naturally disagreed: "1000 taels, otherwise there is no need to talk about it." The Li family is so rich, who should they send for 50 taels?

Mu Lan sneered, took Li Jubai's hand and walked back, 1000 taels, why not grab it, does he deserve it?

Old man Mu didn't speak, he was betting that they would bargain, and then he watched the people go further and further, without any intention of stopping.

"800 taels, at least 500 taels, you unfilial girl, stop for me." Papa Mu roared angrily, seeing that the money he got was about to fly away, he couldn't help but let go first.

Mu Lan turned around, without urging her, she just stood there and watched Mu Laopa walk over step by step.

"The price is 450 taels." Papa Mu caught up panting.

Mu Lan remained silent.

"400 taels, otherwise I won't press my fingerprints even if I die." Father Mu gritted his teeth, wondering if this bitch knew he was her real father.

Mu Lan shrugged: "I think I'm only worth 100 taels, and I'll lose every penny more."

Old Mu's eyes widened and he didn't speak. He will never let go this time.

Seeing him like this, Mu Lan took Li Jubai's hand and turned away.

Li Jubai looked at his hand being held again and again, his eyes flickered and he didn't speak, this student was extraordinarily reckless today.

Old man Mu blew on his beard, and almost fainted from his anger. He clenched his fist and beat his chest, and roared, "350 taels, otherwise you don't even think about saving money."

Mu Lan didn't turn her head back.

Li Jubai withdrew his hand, turned around and walked back: "350 taels, now go to the county government to write a letter of justice."

"I don't agree." Mu Lan hastily followed and stopped her.

Papa Mu's face darkened, and he ignored her, he looked directly at Li Jubai and said, "I agree, let's go and write now."

Li Jubai nodded and followed, seeing that Mu Lan still didn't leave, she said coldly: "Today I can pay 350 taels, after today I won't pay a penny, you can do it yourself."

Father Mu panicked, he was afraid that this shop would disappear after passing the village today, he hurriedly said: "Don't worry about her, I will press my fingerprints, and I will press it now." After speaking, he turned and walked to the county government office, as if he was afraid that Li Jubai would go back on his word. of.

Li Jubai didn't say much anymore, and walked inside.

Only then did Mu Lan reluctantly follow, she tugged on Li Jubai's sleeve, and then blinked quietly, which meant that the cooperation was really good.

Li Jubai glanced at her hand silently, then said flatly: "I only brought 350 taels."

Mu Lan: "..."

I thought we cooperated tacitly, but it turned out that we were thinking too much!

After Yijue finished writing, Father Mu took the bank note and ran away after pressing his fingerprints. Mu Lan and Li Jubai then received the marriage certificate, and then returned to the Li Mansion to send someone to Mujia Village to relocate.

Mu Lan's heart was relieved, the matter was finally resolved, and she would not have to be constrained by the identity of the original owner in the future, and the next thing to do was to concentrate on studying and return to Beijing quickly.

Father Li wanted to talk about organizing the wedding, but seeing that the two of them were not interested in that, he immediately stopped thinking and could only wait for a while before looking for opportunities.

As an old father, he really wanted his daughter to get married in a good manner, even if it was to recruit a new wife, he had to deal with it enthusiastically. This matter was really troublesome.

Back at the county school, Mu Lan handed over the marriage certificate to Li Jubai: "Master, you can keep the two marriage certificates together, that... can the contract I wrote last time be voided, or rewrite a copy, after all we They all got the marriage certificate."

"No, I don't have too many demands on you." Li Jubai shook her head, the marriage certificate was just a formality, it didn't mean much to her.

Mu Lan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt tired, why did she refuse to take out the deed?

"But I have a request for my master. If you have a sweetheart in the future, you must inform me in advance, and... and at least you must sponsor me to go to Beijing. Of course, I will repay you after high school." make excuse.

Li Jubai nodded slightly, then opened the door, went to the desk and opened the drawer.

Mu Lan's eyes lit up, are you finally willing to take it out?

That's great, as long as this contract is destroyed, she will completely separate herself from the original owner, and she no longer has to worry about revealing her secrets.

Then she saw Li Jubai take out a blank piece of paper, write two lines with a pen, and finally looked over and asked, "What else? What else do you want from me?"

Mulan "..."

Whether the contract is a treasure map or a gold medal for avoiding death, why can't life and death work?

Mu Lan was stunned for a moment and then had an idea: "No more, master keep this contract and mine together." You can put it wherever you know, just destroy it when you find a chance.

Li Jubai frowned, and when she heard the deed several times, she couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable doubt in her heart.

Seeing her looking over probingly, Mu Lan's heart pounded, could it be that she was too obvious, which backfired and aroused her suspicion?

Thoughts flashed in Li Jubai's eyes, and then he said lightly: "I have already burned that contract. Self-discipline is only meaningful if you are willing to do it. Only a piece of paper can't control people's hearts."

"Burn it? Really?" Mu Lan was secretly happy, this surprise came unexpectedly, no wonder she had to take it out, it turned out that it had been destroyed.

"You seem very happy?" Li Jubai lowered his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

Mu Lan immediately denied: "How come, I just thought that I could just rewrite a copy and make some more guarantees."

A stream of light flashed across Li Jubai's eyes, she bent her lips slightly, raised her hand and handed over the pen: "Alright, let's rewrite it now."

Mu Lan took the pen, opened her mouth, looked at the white paper in front of her and said hesitantly: "My hand is not sharp yet, why don't I write it later?"

What she is good at is hairpin lowercase script, not to mention the original owner's handwriting, which can barely be considered neat, so what should I do in the future?

I can write my own handwriting, but will there be a potential risk of being recognized by familiar people when I go to Beijing in the future, especially how should I change my handwriting so that it doesn't look so obtrusive?

Li Jubai glanced at her fingers, scabs had already formed: "It's fine if you don't want to, then I don't count on mine." His tone was indifferent, without any emotion.

Mu Lan's heart trembled, what does this mean, she didn't support her to go to Beijing to catch up with the exam, could it be that she was mistaken, this seemingly prudent Mr. Li turned out to be a person who turned his back on his word?

"Master, you are joking. I am not a person who breaks my promise, so I will rewrite it." The meaning in the words is that you should not be a person who does not keep your word, and you must be honest.

Li Jubai was silent, after Mu Lan finished writing, she handed over her share: "This is only fair, but your handwriting seems to be different from before?"

Mu Lan sounded the alarm in her heart, and then calmly said: "Maybe it's because the hand was injured, and the strength is uneven."

She doesn't know the original owner's handwriting, so she can only use a little force when writing to make the strokes appear heavier, which is similar to but different from her previous handwriting.

The previous contract has been destroyed, even if Li Jubai noticed the difference, there is no comparison, only to compare with the original owner's previous handwriting, but after he injured his hand, it became like this, this excuse is seamless.

Li Jubai nodded, and didn't pursue it any further. After Mu Lan turned around, her eyes lightly fell on the middle of the top row of the bookshelf, where there was a thick booklet with paper stuck inside, revealing a little corner.

The next day.

Mu Lan went to school refreshed, finally she didn't have to worry about handwriting.

After she left, Li Jubai went to visit several wives, and finally returned to the room with a stack of papers.

These are all Mu Lan's previous homework that she found from several other masters. She laid them out one by one, then stood up and walked to the bookshelf, and took out a piece of paper from the thick booklet.

If Mu Lan were here, she would find out that this was exactly the contract she wrote when she first came here, which she took pains to destroy.