"Six, six thousand two hundred seventy-four..." for a long time, Fu Jun talent raised his head, shivered and repeated.

"It's 6247, not 74." The breeze corrects a way.

Lin Yuantang was so angry that he almost kicked him out: is there a big difference between 47 and 74? Look at the big head. You have to look at the big head. The key is the six thousand ahead, not the question of 74 or 47. It's a blind thing. Aren't you blocking people up?

"Lord Fu, you can't let her go on like this any more. Otherwise, she will be the loser of all the money I saved in the Qing Yuan Taoist mansion." Zhuang Mengdie's hands trembled and said with a cry.

"Black sheep, this is the real black sheep, not the small ones, but the big ones." Chen Siyuan murmured to himself that there was no smile on his face any more, and he was only sad.

If Gu Fenghua is defeated by Daoling grass, it's just that. After all, it's a living thing. It can last longer. It just takes more time. It's not as good as completely destroying the family of Daofu in the Qing Dynasty. But what she lost was daolingjin. One less than the other, and when she ran out, it was really over.

Over the years, although they have been in charge of Daofu, they are not willing to waste half of Daoling gold. Gu Fenghua lost more than 6000 pieces of Daoling gold just a few days after he became a governor.

The more they thought about it, the more aggrieved they were, and their old faces began to twitch.

"Don't forget that she is a prefect. She has the right." Lin Yuantang took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and said to them.

"But that can't be such a waste, such a loser." Zhuang Mengdie said indignantly, a heartache like a knife.

"Then you go and talk to her?" Lin Yuantang said.

"Well, I'll talk to her now." Zhuang Mengdie didn't think much, so she immediately stood up.

"Wait, what if she doesn't listen?" Chen Siyuan thought more and stopped Zhuang Mengdie.

"Don't listen, don't listen to me..." Zhuang Mengdie a belly of resentment, smell speech neck a stem, habitually put out the authority of the mansion, a face of fierce color said.

But only half said it stopped abruptly, high head also drooped down.

Gu Fenghua is a prefectural supervisor. It's good if he doesn't pull his pigtails. How can he go to the prefectural supervisor's trouble.

"Just let her go. Don't forget why we left her. If we annoy her and leave the Daofu of the Qing Dynasty, we'll be the laughing stock of other Daofu in the future. " Lin Yuantang sighed and said.

This is what Zhuang and Chen are worried about. If other people hold the post of government supervisor, they can also persuade each other as brothers. It doesn't matter what the point is. Anyway, they have a friendship of playing with mud when they are young, and they are not afraid that they will turn over.

But Gu Fenghua is different. In order to keep her in Daofu of the Qing Dynasty, they racked their brains and gave up their thoughts. If they forced her away because of thousands of Daoling gold, it would not be worth the loss.

"I can't bear that the child can't cover the wolf. Anyway, her cheap younger martial sister hasn't got any benefits from Qingyuan Daofu. Let's make up for her." Lin Yuantang, after all, is the head of the government. He should take a long-term view and understand the two humanitarians.

"Lord Fu, do you think she can really make a big splash in the future, and become as famous as emperor lingxu?" Listening to what he said, Zhuang and Chen finally felt better, but they were still worried.

There are more than 6000 pieces of top grade Taoist gold. How many cultivation resources do you have to exchange? How can you make up for it. If Gu Fenghua does nothing in the end, they will lose a lot.