Shenhao System: I am serious about spending money

"You old fool, what are you talking about?" Qi Yue angrily walked to Jiang Xian and slapped him. "Our medicine is worth only a few dollars. Are you begging for money like crazy?"

Jiang Xian was scolded in front of the younger generation, and felt a little embarrassed, but he dared not speak out, stiffening his neck and said stubbornly: "Didn't you say that your family is so poor that you can't even eat northwest wind?"

"That's not like you who makes money against your conscience!" Qi Yue twisted Jiang Xian's ear and glared at him unhappily, then smiled at An Jing and said gently, "Little girl, just give 30 yuan for Xiao Zhou's medical expenses. For the other kid, it depends on whether you need to stay here. If you stay, each person will be charged 20 yuan per day for food and lodging. In addition, there will be money for medicine and acupuncture and massage. It depends on the specific effect of the treatment. It should be paid according to the course of treatment, which should be about a thousand yuan."

An Jing was very shocked when she heard these numbers.

Yan Xiuzhu's father received treatment in a public hospital, and the medical expenses were in the tens of thousands. Zhou Yiyi's face, she said, also cost a lot of money to treat. How come it's so cheap here?

An Jing opened her mouth and hesitated for a while: "Actually, I think the price Grandpa Jiang mentioned is quite conscientious."

Jiang Xian and Qi Yue looked over at the same time, both with confused faces. Jiang Xian came to his senses first, pointing at An Jing and saying loudly: "See, I told you that we shouldn't treat these rich people!"

An Jing was speechless: "I think the price you mentioned is reasonable. Am I wrong?"

Jiang Xian looked at her with disdain: "Who knows how you earn your money? Anyway, none of you rich people have a conscience."

"..."An Jing was so angry that she had a heart attack.

Although most of her treasures were robbed by her, some were won in fights with other immortals, and some were snatched from monsters' nests, she earned them with her own ability. How could she be black-hearted?

"You have no conscience. I shouldn't have agreed to give you so much money!" What a shitty task target! She won't do this crappy task! An Jing cursed in her heart, took out her phone and said unhappily, "Give me the payment code. I'll pay the medical expenses."

Jiang Xianniu's temper flared up again, and he waved his hand fiercely: "What payment code? We don't have one! We only accept cash. Who knows your payment code? Where should I put the money?"

An Jing was immediately furious and started walking towards the parking lot: "Cash, right? Wait, I'll get it for you now!"

Zhou Yi quickly grabbed her and said, "Boss V, I brought cash."

In the end, Zhou Yi paid for his and Yan Ruosong's medical expenses. Jiang Xian took the money back to the house, and only then did An Jing calm down.

Qi Yue walked to An Jing's side, looked at Jiang Xian's back, and sighed deeply: "Little girl, don't be angry. Your grandfather Jiang just has such a strange temper. He is not targeting you."

An Jing spoke faster than she thought, and immediately responded, "He targets all rich people equally?"

Qi Yue was stunned for a moment and hummed awkwardly.

An Jing calmed down, looked inside the house and asked, "Grandma, why does Grandpa Jiang hate rich people so much?"

Qi Yue's eyes suddenly felt sore. She blinked hard and sighed, "It's a long story, ah..."

Zou Yu came out of the house and called out that it was time for dinner. Qi Yue turned his back, sniffed, and pretended to be calm as he patted An Jing's arm: "Let's go eat first."

The old couple were obsessed with medicine and not good at cooking. The meals they cooked were relatively simple. The smoked bacon and sausages in winter could not be eaten all year round. When guests came, Jiang Xian was disgusted, but he was generous in action. He not only took out the bacon, but also took out the lean meat he bought two days ago to cook.

After An Jing sat down, Yan Xiuzhu brought a bowl of delicious boiled pork slices and placed it in front of her. The hot oil brought out the aroma of dried chilies and Sichuan peppercorns, and An Jing's mouth immediately started to water.

Jiang Xianhu said with a stern face: "You are wasting my food. Don't you have money? Remember to pay the food fee later."

The meat An Jing picked up in her mouth suddenly felt tasteless: "You old man..."

Qi Yue and Yan Xiuzhu rushed to stop the war that was about to break out.

"You old man, you can't even keep your mouth shut when eating!"

Yan Xiuzhu took the wine and the glass: "Grandpa Jiang, shall we have a drink?"

When Jiang Xian saw the wine, he immediately forgot about An Jing and pretended to ask Qi Yue for her opinion: "Then I'll drink some?"

Qi Yue couldn't bear to look at him: "You can only drink half a cup."

The lively atmosphere at the dinner table finally returned to normal, with both hosts and guests enjoying themselves. It was a rare occasion for Jiang Xian to have someone to drink with him, so he felt so happy. He talked with Yan Xiuzhu about everything from work to life, from family background to national affairs.

Zou Yu and Qi Yue were also chatting enthusiastically, occasionally bringing up Zhou Yiyi.

When Yan Ruosong knew that his legs would stand up again one day, he felt a lot more relieved. He listened carefully to the conversation between his brother and grandfather, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

Only An Jing looked confused.

"How come you can all understand what they are saying?" During the meal, everyone relaxed and unconsciously spoke their most familiar dialect.

The dialect of Jiangjia Village is relatively uncommon in the A City area. However, Yan Xiuzhu and his companions are natives of A City. Although there are slight differences in dialects, they can still communicate without any obstacles.

As for An Jing, she could only listen to what they said by guessing.

It's really hard.

Zhou Yiyi sat next to An Jing. She tilted her head and looked at An Jing: "Boss V, you are not from City A?"

An Jing also doubted herself: "I should be, right?"

Zhou Yiyi was a little confused: "Huh?"

An Jing called the system: "Isn't my ID card from City A? Why can't I understand the dialect?"

System: "Sorry host, which heroine has nothing to do and wants to go to the countryside?"

An Jing: "Speak human language!"

System: "In short, you were born knowing only one language."

"What should I do? Your setting is very unscientific!" An Jing complained, "You want me to complete the task, but you don't let me understand it. This is ridiculous!"

"Although... this is reasonable." The system knew that An Jing was about to lose her temper, and quickly added, "But don't worry, host. You can use 5 points of enhancement value to exchange for the corresponding skill card, and you can learn the skills of all Chinese dialects with one click."

An Jing, who had just used up all her reinforcement points in the morning, said: "...Why didn't you say so earlier?"

An Jing, who didn't quite understand, could only eat her food in silence. Although it was consistent with her personality as a foodie, Yan Xiuzhu always felt that she was a little too quiet today.

Yan Xiuzhu's alcohol tolerance was not good, but he took advantage of the fact that he didn't show his face. The two drank the same amount, but Jiang Xian's face turned red and he was a little drunk. He knocked the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks and said to Yan Ruosong, "Little friend, grandpa cured you. How about you learn medicine from me?"

Yan Ruosong suddenly became so nervous that he stuttered: "Grandpa, I-I like painting."

"What's so good about painting?" Jiang Xian's mouth sank, his eyes widened, and he was very angry. "You young people just know how to be ignorant!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is declining... God is going to end the Jiang family's inheritance!" Jiang Xian suddenly felt extremely distressed. He punched himself in the chest again and again, choking with grief and saying, "Five generations of my Jiang family's practice of medicine will end with me!"

“I feel so sorry for my ancestors!”

An Jing was shocked by this sudden change. She didn't understand what they said. She just suddenly saw Jiang Xian starting to hit himself, mumbling something, and then there was a sudden buzzing sound in her head.