"I just gave you the money, there is no need to praise me."

Bai Mo admits that he is handsome, but feels a little embarrassed to praise him in person.

"Stop joking."

Qu Sanniang took out a silver abacus from her lapel, made calculations, and kept saying: "Five taels a day for food, two taels for accommodation, half a cent off salary, six and a half cents a day, a total of nineteen taels for thirty days."

Five coins, that’s thirty-nine taels of silver for two people.”

"Thirty-nine taels, don't think that you can steal money just because you have a beautiful face, a moon is shy of the flowers, a fish is out of sight, a country is beautiful and fragrant, and you have a beautiful country."

The blacksmith in the military camp only has three and a half taels of silver, and they are worth thirty-nine taels.

Bai Mo was determined not to waste money and would rather be kicked out of the school.

"I am so beautiful... No, if I don't have money, I will work as a coolie for Luan Feng Tower all my life."

After a compliment, Qu Sanniang almost became elated. Fortunately, she had been living in Fengyuechang for most of her life, and she suddenly remembered a wise saying. She would rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than believe a man's nonsense.

"Brother, don't promise her."

"Leave us alone, senior brother, leave quickly."

On the side, Dafu and Xiaofu were detained by a group of thugs, looking sad and angry and shouting.

Dafu roared in his heart: ‘It’s been a month, do you know how happy this month has been?’

Xiaofu cried in his heart: 'I won't leave, there is food, drink, and young ladies here.'

Qu Sanniang waved her hand to silence the two of them. Talking about business is the most annoying thing for idle people to talk.

"I don't have the money. I'll sell my skills to compensate you."

Suddenly, Bai Mo thought of a plan. He thought he could make money and gain experience at the same time.

"What kind of craftsmanship? Show it off and see."

Qu Sanniang squinted her eyes slightly, patiently watching what tricks the handsome little Taoist priest was playing.

"Put on pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Bai Mo said.

"Promise you."

Qu Sanniang waved her long sleeve, and the thug was very smart and found the four treasures of the study.

Grind the inkstone and pick up the pen.

Bai Mo glanced at Qu Sanniang's figure and said secretly: "96, 63, 94, the madam has something, she wrapped it tightly, but it turned out that it was hidden deep inside."

"How long will it take?"

"I'll be quick, bear with me..., no, wait a moment."

The tip of the pen falls, and the clouds and water flow.

For a moment, Bai Mo was so focused that he seemed to be immersed in painting.

"The little Taoist priest, with his concentration, looks particularly handsome. Bah, bah, bah, a painting is worth thirty-nine taels of silver. It's just a dream. Even famous painters dare not pay this price, and he is worthy of it."

After a long time, I stopped writing.

Bai Mo nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Qu Sanniang.
Chapter completed!