Mi August estimated from its expression that it had retained at least half of its answer.
After that, she went to have lunch with Mi Feixue. A servant came outside and brought her the items she had purchased and the remaining broken silver.
Mi August did not take the broken silver, but gave him another ingot of silver, “Send it to those who go to Si Ye Mansion to buy food, buy some rice, flour, preserved fruits, candies and the like, and give it to the housekeeper after delivery.”
The servant took the order and left again.
Mi August handed a money bag to the housekeeper, “If you need anything else, let someone handle it yourself.”
The face of the house spirit holding the money bag showed obvious joy.
Mi August said calmly: “If you don’t have enough, come and get it from me.”
The house spirit’s eyes lit up.
Mi August confirmed that this house spirit likes money.
However, he obviously likes money but does not know how to make money.
The purse she gave to Zhai Ling was Wen Qingyu’s relic, the Ye Lai puppet from the “Ye Lai Listening to Snow” car.
A few days ago, she released “Ye Lai Ting Xue” to do some research and experiments, and found that everyone eaten by the ghost puppet will inherit the appearance of the person it eats. In addition to clothes, these appearances also include their wallets and belongings.
Currently, among the several money bags that Mi August has received, the one belonging to Wen Qingyu and Mr. Du is the richest, which is more than the money she saved after working as a doctor in Yongmengxiang for half a year.
It’s no wonder that as the old saying goes, you can make money quickly by doing evil.
One afternoon, Mi August and Mi Feixue made handmade lanterns together.
At nightfall, a white rabbit lantern is completed.
Going to the corridor outside Mi Feixue’s house, Mi August put the rabbit lantern in her hand, hugged the child’s legs and lifted her up.
Mi Feixue opened her eyes wide in surprise and joy, looking at Mi August at a loss.
Mi August smiled and said: “Baby, please hang up the fruits of our labor yourself.”
Mi Feixue stared at her blankly.
“Huh?” Mi August tilted his head.
Mi Feixue’s dull black eyes reflected a white halo, which illuminated the gray world in her eyes with a slight sway.
The unblinking eyes were so painful that Mi Feixue was unwilling to close them.
It was Mi August who noticed her red eyes and asked, before Mi Feixue shook her head and hung the little rabbit lantern on the hook.