Chapter 142

In preparation for the imperial examination that day, Wu Weian went to bed at midnight every night, and even occasionally got bored and would be lazy.

But now, he slept for an hour or two every day without complaining, instead he was intoxicated.

Three days later, Wu Weian took the mask and walked out of the secret room door in a strange figure, then flew up and opened the cellar door.

The cellar is in the corner of the granary, unremarkable.

He closed the door again and walked out of the granary without looking away.

It's annoying to look at.

These days, the grain in the granary is decreasing day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Presumably in a few days, the granary will return to its empty appearance.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart that his subordinates really had no money and would rather get food than wait longer. Can't they wait until he's rich in the future to take money from him?

Wu Weian opened the door of the granary and walked out.

It was already night outside, and there was the sound of frogs calling from the Huxin Pavilion.

Wu Weian looked up at the night sky and said, "Come out."

In the dark night, a man wearing a mask appeared. He bowed his head and bowed, and said respectfully, "Young Master."

Wu Weian raised his feet, walked unhurriedly in the courtyard, and asked casually, "It's been three years?"

The masked man nodded: "Master Hui, yes."

Wu Weian gently tossed the freshly baked mask in his hand, and the man caught it immediately.

Wu Weian: "Your future identity, Fang Yuan. Specifically, Madam will tell you."

The masked man held the mask in his hand and secretly exhaled.

For three years, he has been hidden in the dark and has no identity.

He should have been a dead man, a son, who gave him his life.

And he waited three years for the chance to live in the sun.

The masked man said solemnly, "Yes, Master Xie."

"It's up to you how to go in the future." Wu Weian has no arrangements for this person, "but I hope one day, you will have the opportunity to let me use you."

The masked man knelt down on one foot: "Young master, rest assured, your subordinates will definitely live up to the cultivation of your son."

"Well, get up, don't take it off when you put it on. Come see Madam with me."

Wu Weian took Fang Yuan to see Ji Yunxi.

Ji Yunxi looked him up and down several times.

Wu Weian leaned on the side and put his hands around his chest: "How is it? Are your 8,000 taels worth it?"

Ji Yunxi nodded: "It's really good."

Wu Weian smiled and tapped his toes, feeling proud.

Ji Yunxi instructed Fang Yuan a few words, and Fang Yuan disappeared. According to Ji Yunxi's words, he went to find his 'parents'.

Fang Yuan left, and the bedroom door was closed.

Ji Yunxi still has some details for tomorrow, and he will use the resources in Wu Weian's hands.

For example, before the palace exam that day, he helped him set up a 'navy army' for him in the scholar circle.

Wu Weian naturally offered it with both hands.

These resources are also a làng fee, they can be used by her, and they can also help him make money, which is like killing two birds with one stone.

In the past, no matter how many resources he had, there was nowhere to sell them.

In the temples of Jianghu, no one knows the net he built, and no one knows his identity.

How does he sell it? Who are you selling to?

This time, using layers of relationships to make his father's name appear in the eyes of Ji Mingxi, the Ministry of Personnel, and to transfer his father to Beijing, Wu Weian felt that the time had come.

He originally wanted to choose someone he liked among several princes, and everyone would benefit from each other.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yunxi came to the door first.

He was hesitant before, but now, Wu Weian feels that Ji Yunxi is indeed the best candidate.

The relationship between her Ji family and the crown prince, as well as her wealth that rivals the country, are her best reliance.

And her family's kind and simple-minded brother is her biggest weakness.

She has obvious handles, such a person is very suitable, much more suitable than the princes.

Those sons of the royal family are too suspicious and ruthless. The Keji family will not.

Moreover, in front of the princes, he must be a lowly squat, coaxing and holding it. Although he doesn't care, but if he can not bend his waist, of course he chooses not to bend.

The door of the son and his wife was closed, and the round-faced steward who was working not far away lifted his feet and left.

He just heard it all.

He said that on that day, how could the young master come up with seven thousand taels! It turned out that this mask was used to sell Mrs. 8,000 taels!

The person behind Fang Yuan, the round-faced manager knows.

This man carried a deep vengeance on his back and killed a sect elder in the rivers and lakes to avenge his revenge, but he has been hunted down since then.

If it wasn't for the son to save them, they would have died long ago.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is, the son took two thousand taels from his wife and gave him one thousand taels, that is, one thousand taels left.

Now he sold 8,000 taels by selling skins, gave him 7,000 taels, and left another 1,000 taels.

In the hands of the young master, there are now two thousand taels.

The brothers who went to the capital this time have basically settled all the money they owed in previous years.

But the brothers in other places still owe it.

The round-faced steward thought to himself, so he expanded outward from the capital, and settled the settlements one by one.

After all, over the years, everyone has come to ask for money.

These are all blocked by him alone

It's all him, with a shy face and everyone who knows it and moves it with reason, saying that life is difficult now, I hope everyone can wait and give some time.