On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu's carriage left, and the man in white who turned into the alley continued walking forward.

The old man in front of him stopped and patted him on the forehead.

The man stopped and did not move.

The old man stood up straight, the door at the innermost part of the alley opened, and a little boy ran out holding a black cloak.

"Sir, put it on quickly."

Mr. Mo turned around and the little boy helped him put on his cloak and took off the wig on his head.

"Sir, let the little slave do this next time."

Mr. Mo took the hand warmer he handed over, felt his fingertips warm, and patted the man in white on the forehead.

He walked in slowly, and the man in white followed him.

"That woman is not an ordinary person," Mr. Mo said nonchalantly, "I have to deal with her personally. This person is hard to come by, but she is my trump card."

The little boy said: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely..."

Mr. Mo tilted his head and glanced at him slightly, and the boy didn't say the rest of the words.

"My little slave will follow your master's instructions."

Mr. Mo felt a little annoyed. It was so noisy. He had said he would come in person, but he was still talking. He didn't understand what he was saying and was not smart enough.

The little boy followed him with his head down, not realizing that Mr. Mo had already decided to kill him.

When you enter the house, the door looks small, but it is actually quite large inside, and quite private and quiet.

Mr. Mo entered the room, and the man in white followed him and stood in front of him.

"Today is the first round," Mr. Mo smiled lightly, "I just don't know how the princess feels. I'm looking forward to your first real meeting."

The man in white stood there quietly, not blinking, and didn't give him any response.

Mr. Mo took off his cloak and stroked his injured arm: "Princess Zhennan, I must avenge my injured arm."

……

Yan Ruyu returned home and happened to meet Song Ping who had returned.

"Princess, the remains have been sent to the government office, along with the autopsy report you wrote. The governor asked me to convey his gratitude."

Yan Ruyu nodded: "That's good, it's just a piece of cake. If you have time and are interested, go and see how this matter develops."

"Yes."

Song Ping was actually quite interested in this, as he had never come across such things before.

"Where is Mr. Wu? Any news?" Yan Ruyu suddenly remembered this person.

Song Ping shook his head: "Not yet, but when I came back, the governor had already sent runners to the scene and the surrounding area to search. If Master Wu had gone there, he should have found something."

Yan Ruyu frowned, "At that time, he said he took the bag and went out of the city. Based on the direction he went, I guess he went to Qingfeng Temple. Remind them to see if he has arrived at Qingfeng Temple."

"Yes, I understand."

Although Yan Ruyu didn't have a good impression of the old man of the Wu family, he was still the husband of the eldest lady of the Wu family and the only member of the Wu family who cared about the eldest lady.

Finding him and asking him to clean up the mess for Mrs. Wu can be considered as the last bit of kindness towards her.

Yan Ruyu didn't think any more and went back to the yard to draw something as promised to Rong.

……

At this time, in a farm outside the city, the Wu family's housekeeper took the opportunity to drink tea, his eyes darting around and quickly glancing at the two buyers.

The farm is being sold in a hurry, so it is inevitable that the buyer will lower the price, but fortunately there are many buyers, so the price will not drop too much.

After picking and choosing, there are only two buyers left.

A thin man, who looked smart, was stroking his mustache and smiling, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. Behind him stood a burly young man, who had wide eyes, tight lips, and a murderous look.

Butler Wu heard him speak three times, and each time he said the same thing: "That's right."

The other buyer was just one person, an honest man wearing brand new clothes, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, a few wrinkles on his face, and a sense of awkwardness all over.

It's like becoming suddenly rich and not being used to the life of a rich person.

To be honest, Butler Wu looked down on this honest buyer, but he also wanted to do business with him because this man seemed easy to deceive - no, easy to negotiate with.

Unlike the other one, who looks cunning and sneaky.

It's hard to deal with at first glance.

Just as he was about to put down the teacup, the honest buyer said, "Um... can we talk about it? I... I have something else to do at home, so I have to go back early. If that doesn't work... I'll leave first."

Butler Wu quickly put down his teacup, cleared his throat and said, "Of course, it's a business deal. You buy and I sell, so we have to negotiate. I wonder, what's your price?"

The honest buyer was about to speak, but the shrewd buyer next to him glanced at him and said, "Hey, I say, if you want to buy, do you have money?"

"I……"

"Looking at the way you're dressed, you're not renting this place, are you?"

This was a bit insulting, but Butler Wu was also confused and wanted to know.

After all, this is a big deal, and the old lady is still waiting for the money. It would be best if the transaction can be completed quickly, otherwise, the third master can't wait any longer.

The honest buyer blushed: "Of course not, this... is just something my wife made for me! I... also have money, my family has been farming for generations, and we have hundreds of acres of land. I just like to work on my own, so what's wrong with that? "

The shrewd buyer snorted, patted the purse on his waist, and stretched out his hand again.

The follower behind him immediately handed over another money bag.

"Here, this is my sincerity, and here is my money," said the shrewd buyer. "Butler Wu, you better watch out, don't let some people's pretentiousness fool you."

"Who are you calling a fake injury?" The honest buyer stood up. "Don't look down on me. I have money too!"

He was just about to take it out when a servant came running in hurriedly, his face pale and looking flustered.

"Butler, no...something bad has happened..."

Butler Wu shouted, "Shut up. I'm doing fine here. What's wrong with that? If you can't speak, get out of here."

The servant was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Butler Wu: "Step aside and talk later."

Butler Wu looked at the honest buyer and asked, "How much can you offer?"

The honest buyer looked at the shrewd buyer and pursed his lips: "How much are you offering?"

The astute buyer asked Butler Wu: "Butler Wu, please name a price first. I am a scholar and I admire Mr. Wu the most. Since he is from the Wu family, I will definitely not give less."

Butler Wu felt relieved. If the old man at home was mentioned, then things would be easy.

He chuckled, "So you are an admirer of our old man. Then I will lower the price to the lowest."

He first stretched out a finger and shook it, then stretched out his palm and shook it.

"Six thousand taels?" the honest buyer exclaimed.

Wu Guanjia choked and looked at him: "You are not kidding, are you? Such a big farm, so many mature fruit trees, there will be a harvest next year, and the grain has a very high yield every year, six thousand taels?"

"No, no," the honest buyer waved his hand, "I mean, six thousand taels... is too cheap."