It seems that 50,000 taels of silver is only ten times that of 5,000 taels. Zhao Zhier only needs to sleep with someone ten times to achieve it, but the price is not calculated like this. Once listed to pick up customers, Zhao Zhier's value will plummet. If you want to earn 50,000 taels of silver, it will probably take at least three or five years to have hope.

Li took out 50,000 taels of silver to redeem Zhao Zhier. It can be said that he is full of sincerity. The madam hesitated for a moment and decisively sold Zhao Zhier.

You can buy half of her Tianxiang Tower for 50,000 taels of silver. Isn’t it just Zhao Zhier? Anyway, Zhao Zhier sold herself into Tianxiang Tower not long ago, and she didn’t spend a penny on her. Now, in just a few months, she can earn tens of thousands of gold and silver by replacing her. Why not do it?

The madam smiled and said to Li Jiao, "Mr. Li is the first young man in Jiuhua City. It is a blessing for my daughter to fall in love with Miss Zhi'er. How dare I break such a good marriage? I just hope that Mr. Li can treat my Zhi'er well in the future."

Soon the madam sold her body contract and was taken out and handed over to Li School. When Li School saw that the madam was so tactful, she laughed very satisfied. She looked at Zhao Zhier, who was sitting there with a little bow, with a hint of shyness.

Everyone did not expect that Zhao Zhier would be redeemed by Li Jiao. He must have been taken back by Li Jiao as a concubine and was taken into the mansion. Everyone felt very regretful. It’s a pity that a beauty like Zhao Zhier will become Li Jiao’s private favor in the future.

Zhang Yan and the others who were sitting with Fang Xiaoyu had envious expressions on their faces. Zhang Yan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "It's really abominable. A beautiful girl like Miss Zhier followed Li Jiao. It's really a flower stuck in cow dung. It's a pity, it's a pity."

A scholar next to him nodded in agreement and said, "There is no way. Who can let my father be the richest man in Jiuhua City? 50,000 taels of gold and silver. I'm afraid that only Li Jiao can spend a lot of money to redeem Miss Zhi'er."

From the sighs of Zhang Yan and others, Fang Xiaoyu had some understanding of Li Jiao who helped Zhao Zhier redeem himself.

Li Xiao is the only son of Li Qianwan, the number one businessman in Jiuhua City. No one remembers Li Qianwan’s real name, but his title is in line with it.

It is said that Li Qianwan has a net worth of tens of millions, and only one son, Li Jiao. In Jiuhua City, although Li Jiao cannot be called the first young man, he is definitely the rich second generation.

The second-generation officials who were not present were also looking at Li Jiao enviously. They have power, but the key is that the madam only recognizes money but not people.

Several people stood up and walked towards Li School. In the circles of the second generations of Jiuhua City, the second generation of officials and businessmen still had relationships.

Everyone congratulated Li Jiao who had the beauty returned home, and at the same time looked at Zhao Zhier with some envy.

Zhang Yan said to Fang Xiaoyu: "Brother Xiaoyu, why don't you go to congratulate Li Jiao? You must know that you and Li Jiao had some friendship before."

Fang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. He was not the one who was replaced by him, and he had no idea about his friendship scope. As for Zhang Yan's meaning, his predecessor seemed to have a good relationship with Li Jiao.

The Fang family was also a wealthy family in Jiuhua City back then. It was normal for everyone to play together as a second-generation rich man.

When Fang Xiaoyu walked to Li and his men, Li Xue looked up and saw Fang Xiaoyu, with a smile on his lips and said, "Hey, it's Brother Fang. I haven't seen him for half a year. Brother Fang, you are squatting on a blessed land to cultivate immortality, haha..."

The others were obviously familiar with Fang Xiaoyu. After hearing Li Jiao's ridicule of Fang Xiaoyu, everyone laughed.

Fang Xiaoyu frowned. He heard Li sarcastically mocking him so that his predecessor even though he had social interactions with Li slap, he probably wasn't a friend.

His eyes swept over Li Jiao like water and said lightly: "I see that Li Jiao's black clouds are pressing against your eyebrows. It is obvious that there is a disaster. This is a bloody disaster..."

In the past, Fang Xiaoyu had never fought back so fiercely, so Li Jiao was a little confused. By the time he realized that he had turned around and left.

The good mood of embracing the beauty was lost by Fang Xiaoyu's words. He waved his sleeves suddenly and said, "This prodigal son is really disappointing. I won't drink anymore. When I go home, I will be the groom tonight."

When the crowd heard this, they started to cheer. Everyone surrounded Li Jiao and headed straight for Li's mansion. Zhao Zhier naturally carried into Li's mansion through the side door in a sedan.

After leaving Tianxiang Tower, Zhang Yan whispered to Fang Xiaoyu: "Brother Xiaoyu, you are so powerful just now. You are so angry that boy Li Jiao to death. We have been holding our breath on weekdays. Isn't it just that you have a good father? If you don't have his father, he will be a waste..."

Looking at the few people with deep resentment, Fang Xiaoyu felt funny. As expected, the mentality of hating the rich is the same in modern times or ancient times.

After waved his hand, Fang Xiaoyu said, "Okay, you guys will part with me. I still have something to do to continue strolling!"

Fang Xiaoyu's words were a bit hypnotic, so Zhang Yan and the others dispersed obediently. Otherwise, they would probably not have dispersed so easily.

Walking on the street, there are still dark corners behind the prosperous scenes.

There are many beggars on the side of remote streets. Whether a dynasty is strong or not can be seen from the folk beggars. Although it is not absolute, if a dynasty is in its prime, except for those who are really lazy, there are a few beggars who are willing to beg on the roadside, which are not even as good as pigs and dogs.

Before he knew it, Fang Xiaoyu walked to a ruined temple, and a faint sound came from the ruined temple.

Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but pause. From that sound, Fang Xiaoyu only felt that the other party seemed to be suppressing pain.

For some reason, Fang Xiaoyu's heart moved and walked towards the dilapidated temple. The temple gate had long disappeared. Standing at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, you could see a figure curled up on a broken mat in the corner of the dilapidated temple.

Although this dilapidated temple is a bit remote in the city, there are definitely many people passing by the temple gate every day. With a little attention, you can find the people in the dilapidated temple. I think no one wants to pay attention to the person lying on the ground.

This man was unkempt and thin in clothes. He would definitely not be able to resist the rustling autumn wind in this autumn. The most important thing is that the beggar's arms exposed outside have evil sores on his thighs. He could even smell a foul when he stood there.

Just a glance, Fang Xiaoyu could determine that if no one helped him treat his illness, he would probably die in three days.

Human life is like grass, and Fang Xiaoyu has seen such a scene. Back then, in the world of Heaven and Heaven, people were not as good as dogs in the chaotic world at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

With a sigh, Fang Xiaoyu said, "Since we meet, we have a fate, since we meet me, you should not die."

When he walked forward, Fang Xiaoyu didn't care about the other party's body's evil sores. He emitting a stinky smell all over his body and helped the other party up. Through the messy hair, Fang Xiaoyu found that the other party was about forty, and his face was as pale as white as white paper.

After leaving the temple gate, Fang Xiaoyu quickly stopped a carriage and said to the coachman: "I'll send us to Ping'anli Fang Mansion."

Not far from the dilapidated temple is a small market, with people coming and going. Someone saw this scene and pointed and pointed: "Look, everyone, someone actually took the beggar away."

"Hey, that young man looks so familiar, it seems to be the prodigal son of the Fang Mansion."

"Yes, yes, it's the prodigal son who is obsessed with the way of cultivating immortals, but ends up making the huge Fang family extremely devastated..."

Even the coachman couldn't stand the stench on the beggar's body, and his face was full of disgust. Even when Fang Xiaoyu helped the beggar get on the car, the coachman avoided it from afar. If it weren't for the money given by Fang Xiaoyu, the coachman wouldn't be willing to pull the stenched beggar even if he didn't take this trip.

Fang Xiaoyu didn't care about the discussions outside, let alone that those things were not done by him, so what if that was it.

Saving this beggar was just a whim, and it was a life after all. In the past, he always killed people, but now it is not bad to save someone.

Uncle Fu and Shutong heard the movement outside and couldn't help but open the door. When he saw Fang Xiaoyu holding a beggar off the carriage, a foul stinking came towards him.

The two of them subconsciously took a few steps back. Shutong Awu couldn't help but cover his nose and shouted, "Young Master, this person is so smelly, why did you bring back a beggar?"

Fang Xiaoyu said to Awu: "Okay, hurry up and clean up a room."

What else did Awu want to say? Uncle Fu said to Awu: "Awu, don't you listen to the young master? Why don't you clean the room quickly?"

As he said that, Uncle Fu came over and endured the discomfort of the stench of the beggar and said, "Young Master, let me do it."

Fang Xiaoyu naturally knew how smelly the beggar was. She shook her head at Uncle Fu and said, "Uncle Fu, I'd better do it myself."

After a lot of effort, I finally settled the beggar, but it was a pain for the book boy Awu.

Fang Xiaoyu went to see Mrs. Fang, and naturally told Awu and Uncle Fu to take a bath for the beggar, and at least to keep the hygiene in order, otherwise the beggar's evil aches would not be cured even if they wanted to.

When he saw Mrs. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he saw that the corners of Mrs. Fang's eyes were red, and he obviously had cried.

What's going on? There seems to be nothing at home. Why is my nominal mother crying and her eyes are red.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Xiaoyu said with concern: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Fang took Fang Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Cheng'er, my mother dreamed of your aunt last night. Your aunt said that I had not gone to pay tribute to her for many years and missed me very much. When my mother woke up, she thought that she had the best relationship with your aunt back then, but she had never given tribute to her for nearly twenty years. No wonder your aunt wanted to give me a dream..."

Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but look moved. Something was wrong. If it was in the real world, or in some world where the Taoist Dharma was not revealed and ghosts and gods were extinct, it would be normal for Mrs. Fang to have such a situation. It was nothing more than that when people get old, they think too much. When they recall the past, they think about it day and night and dream about it.

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