Chapter 1422: Not Bad Money (3)

"Go, go, don't make trouble here if you don't buy it. It's enough. There are everyone these days, and they all treat themselves as uncles. This place is not the place for you beggars to come. Hurry up and get out." Erzheng was in a hurry to get the picture album to curry favor with that old master Liu, when he glanced at Wuxie, such an ugly young man with dirty clothes, his expression immediately turned pale.

The black cat on Jun Wuxie's shoulder, when he heard Xiao Er's words, almost jumped at him in hatred, and bit off Xiao Er's neck, fortunately, Jun Wuxie calmed him down.

Jun Wuxie ignored Xiao Er's sarcasm, but continued to pick out the next picture album from the shelf.

Xiao Er was busy making money, and had no interest in taking care of such a poor boy, so he took a few picture albums and sent them to Mr. Liu.

Jun Wuxie rummaged through those shelves and found some picture albums, and put what she needed one by one on the empty shelf aside, some rich people in the shop sneered with disdain for their innocent behavior.

"Another poor ghost daydreaming. Such rubbish should stay in that kind of pigsty honestly. With her virtue, does she have the money to buy a house? I'm afraid she is the cheapest one here. You can’t even afford it.” Some people said viciously.

"I've seen this kind of people a lot. On the way to Qingfeng City, the most common people I see are this kind of poor ghosts. They know how to reach out to others to beg for money all day long. They are really no different from beggars."

"Don't struggle for a trash like me. It's not easy to stay outside and let those monsters eat it, so you don't have to cheat here to eat and drink."

Those rich people who spent money to enter Qingfeng City held a grudge against those old and weak women and children who could enter the city without spending a penny. They also spent a lot of silver taels to enter the city, but those who were poor and white did not have any money. Refugees with abilities can enter Qingfeng City without spending anything, which makes them very unconvinced.

However, this is the rule set by the lord of Qingfeng City. No matter how much dissatisfaction they have, they dare not really say anything. They only dare to step on those poor refugees who are more miserable than them.

They didn't understand what the owner of Qingfeng City was thinking. Putting so much waste into the city would not only increase the burden on Qingfeng City, but what effect would it have?

For those people's ridicule, Jun Wuxie didn't seem to hear it. She rummaged through several shelves and found a large stack of picture albums. Then she picked up the picture albums she had selected and walked towards the shopkeeper. .

The shopkeeper in the shop is thinking about how much money he can make today, those houses are worth a lot, and if he wants to sell them at his place, he can also get a part of the commission from them.

The shopkeeper, who was calculating how much money he was about to receive, suddenly heard a crashing sound, and the sunlight in front of him was replaced by a black shadow. He immediately raised his head, but on the table in front of him, there were dozens of picture albums piled up. , and those picture albums are fine from the appearance, they are all large houses!

At this glance, the shopkeeper's heart was overjoyed, with a flattering smile on his face, as if some local tyrant would make such a generous move, but when he was in front of the table, but a petite young man in dirty clothes, his face His smile disappeared in an instant, and a layer of cloud was immediately attached.