Raising funds for disaster relief is actually a very simple thing. As soon as Mo Yi opens his mouth, many people will deliver the money to their doorstep.

But this matter is very difficult, the difficulty lies in the purpose of donating people.

Feng Wuxin understood Mo Yi's ability and wanted to solve this problem in just a minute. But since the emperor issued an imperial edict, the couple could not disobey the emperor's will.

In the Jishi Hall, two old and one young and three were drinking wine sizzling. Feng Wuxin took the fine wine stolen from Moyi’s wine warehouse and filled the wine glasses for Mr. Qi and Mr. Nan.

"Come on, Old Qi, Old Nan, drinks."

"Why are you so attentive today? Do you have something to ask the two of us?"

Mr. Qi said something that hit Feng Wu's heart, his phoenix eyes were half-closed, and his smile was indescribable.

"Old Qi, just borrow some money. You also know that the recent orders from His Majesty issued a donation, but many people donated very little money and could not make any reservations, so I want to borrow some money from Mr Qi."

"Disa relief is for the country and the people, and as the people of Yan State, I naturally have to do my best."

After the words came to an end, Mr. Qi put down his wine glass and left the room. When he came back a while later, he had a wooden box in his hand.

The wooden box is very ordinary, but the more ordinary it is, the more it means that there are all good things in it.

Feng Wuxin looked at Mr. Qi with anticipation. Mr. Qi walked up to Feng Wuxin and handed the whole wooden box to Feng Wuxin.

"This is my intention, take it."

"Old Qi, please feel free! I am worthy of being a benevolent doctor in Jishitang, I Feng Wuxin"

Before he could say anything afterwards, Feng Wuxin opened the box and saw more than a dozen copper coins lying quietly inside. The copper coins were still rusted, and they looked like they were old.

"Old Qi, you tease me."

Feng Wuxin's words were filled with contempt, and he praised him for so much time and donated more than a dozen copper coins.

Mr. Qi was unhappy. What did he mean to make Feng Wuxin? It was such a waste of his intentions when he said so badly.

"Tell you, this is my coffin book. In order to support you, I took out all the coffin book. There are only so many, and there is no more."

The dear girl is still picky, this is the coffin book he saved for many years.

Feng Wuxin lowered his head and looked at the dozens of copper coins in the box. Is this what Mr. Qi called the coffin book?

"Old Qi, your money is the labor cost for scattering ashes from the previous life."

There are more than a dozen copper plates, let alone coffins, and I can’t even buy much paper money from burning.

Feng Wuxin knew clearly that Mr. Qi had money and must be hiding where he was hiding.

"Old Qi, just support my work. Not much, just donate 2,000 taels of silver."

"How much, how much, how much do you say."

When he heard about two thousand taels of silver, Mr. Qi was immediately furious.

This girl really thought that his money was caused by the strong wind, and she would give her two thousand taels of silver, so why didn’t she go to heaven?

Anyway, let Feng Wuxin persuade him, Mr. Qi would not donate a tael of silver except for these dozen copper coins, and was ready to fight Feng Wuxin to death.

I don’t have money, but I don’t give it to you if I have to die.

Mr. Qi, the iron rooster, is famous for being stingy, and Feng Wuxin has a deep understanding of this.

Forget it, I can't deduct much money from Mr. Qi.

"Old Nan, do you want to eat Babao duck, do you want to eat jade meatballs, do you want to eat roast duck, do you want to eat white jade lamb, do you want to eat it"

"Stop talking, can't I give it?"

As soon as he heard these tempting drooling, Old Nan drooled and took out a silver note from his arms in a strange way.

"Girl, I only have so much money here, and I will only have two thousand taels of silver if I die."

Mr. Nan said that this was his last money, and the money he brought out was in Feng Wuxin's hands. Now he is penniless and is destined to eat and drink in Jishitang in the future.

Looking at Feng Wuxin's disgusting expression, Nangong Ao held his mouth in his mouth. The dead girl even disliked the money. She was much better than Brother Qi's dozens of copper coins.

"Two thousand taels of silver."

With half-squinted eyes, Feng Wuxin suddenly laughed.

"Old Qi, Mr. Nan, is there any place to collect information, such as some romantic and romantic history of officials."

Feng Wuxin said this, from the treacherous intention in her eyes, Nangong Ao knew what bad idea she was making.

It turns out that the people from the Nangong family are so bad that they are all broken.

"Mu Ruxing, known as Bai Xiaosheng in the Jianghu, is in the black market."

"A hundred and small lives in the world?"

Feng Wuxin stuck to Mu Ruxing's words and immediately decided to go to the black market to find this person.

After being guided by Nangong Ao and Mr. Qi, Feng Wuxin came to the black market.

As the name suggests, the black market is a trading place that exists underground. There is only one rule here, that is money.

As long as you have money, you can buy everything, such as rare treasures, tears of the South China Sea mermaids, or ancient ferocious beasts. As long as you have money, the black market can be used to make trouble for you.

The Black Market is located in a villa three miles away from the outskirts of Kyoto.

There is a unique cave in the villa. After passing a wide dark alley, Feng Wuxin came to the black market hidden underground in the villa.

All the three religions and the nine streams gather here. From the beginning of entering the black market, what you can see, hear, and feel are novelties that have never been before.

Even in the 21st century, this kind of underground black market existed, but today's ancient underground black market has more of a world of ​​the atmosphere.

"Oh, I think there are few women coming to the black market. This girl looks pretty smart."

"I think you're so desperate. Do you know who this person is? Feng Wuxin, the third lady of the Feng family, who is now a nine thousand-year-old wife."

"It's the woman who is reincarnated by the nine-tailed fox, who is the culprit that harms the people."

"Are you stupid? I believe this? Did you see the desirelessness on her hand? I heard that the eldest son personally gave it to Feng Wuxin. We can't provoke such a person."

"I also heard that Qiansui was particularly fond of Feng Wuxin, and this woman had an affair with Xiahou Lie. Some time ago, it was reported that she had a private meeting with the second son of the Lan family."

"I think Feng Wuxin is not that kind of person. When I first came, I saw her treating the wounds of the children on the roadside."

Since entering the black market, Feng Wuxin heard various sounds whizzing behind her. Feng Wuxin, who had long been immune to this, ignored how the people described her. She only had one purpose this time, which was to find Mu Ruxing, a hundred and small-sized person in the world.

"Mrs. Thousand Years Old is here and there to welcome you."

The second brother from the black market walked forward with a respectful attitude.

"Where is Bai Xiaosheng in Jianghu?"

"It turns out that Mrs. Qiansui is looking for Mr. Mu. Please, Mr. Mu is drinking in the Hongchen Building."

Feng Wuxin followed his second brother to Hongchen Tower. Like a name, Hongchen Tower is a place of dust in the black market. The women here all have fair skin, beautiful waists and big butts. No wonder someone has to spend a lot of money to come to the black market to have fun.
Chapter completed!