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After walking around the door for a quarter of an hour, Fei Mo finally figured out what to say and what tone to say, and then knocked on the door cautiously.

"Master..." Fei Mo knocked on the door with her neck shrunk, like a quail.

Qian Weisheng in the house was a little puzzled, not knowing why Fei Mo went back and forth, so he raised his voice and replied, "Come in."

When Fei Mo came up to him hesitantly, Qian Weisheng thought he was being bullied with that young daughter-in-law's appearance.

"What's wrong? Someone bullied you?" Qian Weisheng asked suspiciously.

When Fei Mo heard this, she hurriedly waved her hands: "No! It's just... there is something... I want to share my opinion with the sect master..."

Qian Weisheng raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect it to be because of this. After all, Fei Mo looked like she stole someone, and she looked cowardly.

"Tell me." Qian Weisheng suppressed a smile and nodded.

"That is, about the news about Qianjimen, I feel that no matter it is big or small, we should collect money." Fei Mo said, and began to calculate with Qian Weisheng how much money it was, "For example, the owner of the door, you If you receive five taels of silver for a message, one person will ask for five taels, and a thousand people will ask for 5000 taels!"

Fei Mo's expression was extremely serious when he spoke, as if he had robbed him of money.

Qian Weisheng picked up the teacup on the side, skimmed off the froth, and said: "Actually, I thought about this, but in the end I decided to let it out. Some of it is true and some are false. Anyway, no money is required. Even if it is false news, the other party will accept it." You can’t say I’m not keeping my word.”

"Fake?" Fei Mo was startled, "Then what's said outside is all fake?"

"Is that possible?" Chien Misheng sneered, "Of course there must be truth and falsehood, so that the person who receives the news will not doubt it. And if there is false news, the other party will have no way to determine my real situation, which will be much safer."

Fei Mo was stunned when he heard this: "So that's the case, it's because the little ones didn't think carefully. Sure enough, the young ones are not suitable for participating in these things. It's better to take care of the house."

After listening to Qian Misheng's words, Fei Mo realized that he had never been in contact with their level of the world, and it was difficult to think long-term and thoughtful like them.

No wonder he was fired in the first place.

Fei Mo complained in his heart that he was meddling in his own business back then, but fortunately Qian Weisheng was different from the leader of the Cao Gang, otherwise he would lose his job again.

Qian Misheng said: "What does not being able to make decisions have to do with whether you will be equal to me in the future? If not, I can teach you. I believe you will learn well."

For a moment, Fei Mo felt that he was not a failure, and some people said that he believed him.

Fei Mo looked up at Qian Misheng behind the desk, half of his body was still hidden in the shadows, he couldn't see his face clearly, as if he couldn't see the light.

Even so, Fei Mo still feels that Qian Misheng is a warm person, much better than a certain "person" who lives in the sun.

"Thank you, Sect Master, the little one will learn hard." Fei Mo responded with a smile, showing the warm appearance back then.

Qian Weisheng's heart felt hot when he saw it, and after a long time, he slightly staggered his eyes: "Okay."

Fei Mo walked out of the study room with ease, and continued to walk to the account room; he has always had a vivid memory of the things in the house, for example, he can remember clearly the road he walked once.

Back in the account room, Dark Four was already waiting, guarding the account book he read in the morning.

"Thank you, An Si, have you had lunch yet?" Fei Mo greeted An Si with a smile, then sat down behind the desk, and picked up the account book that he hadn't read in the morning.

An Si still had that cold look: "I've eaten."

Fei Mo chuckled, gave An Si a cup of tea, and then became obsessed with the ledger, unable to extricate herself.

Fei Mo couldn't sit still when the sun was westward. He wanted to stew pigeon soup for Qian Weisheng. It would take at least half an hour to marinate the pigeon, and it would take a long time to simmer the pigeon. It would take a lot of time in total .

Qianzhai has a place to raise poultry, as well as a place to raise fish. Basically, there is no shortage of things like chicken, duck, fish, pigeon, and beef. Qian Misheng also hired a village in the suburbs, so fresh vegetables are delivered every day.

Fei Mo was shocked when she found out about this. After all, Qian Weisheng, who doesn't seem to care about his appetite, is still self-sufficient.

An Si explained: "The sect master is just in case. Those who know the sky say that there may be disasters in recent years. It is always good to prepare in advance."

Jiangnan has always been a land of prosperity. If we talk about disasters, there are only floods. If there is a flood, it seems that Qianwei gave birth to so many things and it doesn't work.

And An Si didn't say any more, but Fei Mo secretly guessed that Qian Weisheng must have another house, and if he raises poultry and animals, when the time comes to move together, the people of Qianjimen will not starve to death.

There are live pigeons in the big kitchen, but they have to be slaughtered.

Fei Mo squatted in front of the cage and asked the steward of the kitchen: "Guard Li, there are so many pigeons coming and going in Qianjimen, how do you know which ones are edible and which ones are carrier pigeons?"

Li Guanshi touched his bald head and said with a smile: "The pigeons that can't fly have always been used as meat pigeons. They are specially used to make soup for the door owner, and sometimes they are braised in soy sauce."