My Marriage Practice Life

Chapter 13 Regular money is paid on an annual basis
"Madam, how much did you pack for Fellow Daoist Wei today?" Xu Ping asked Lin Hanying as soon as he got home.

Lin Hanying said casually: "Six low-grade spirit stones are given in your name."

Xu Ping felt a little pained, and complained, "Three spirit stones are enough for the neighbors here."

Lin Hanying glared at her and said, "I've already given you two spirit stone talismans worth more than a dozen yuan. Can you be the same as those neighbors who can't speak a few words in a month?"

Seeing that Lin Hanying was a little dissatisfied, Xu Ping explained: "I didn't charge him a fee for renting a house for him. Isn't that even? Ma'am, you don't know how bad the market is in the town now, and how hard it is to earn Lingshi. .It is time for us to practice spiritual stones."

"Didn't I make two sets of spirit gathering arrays for you not long ago and sell them?" Lin Hanying asked, "Where did the spirit stones go?"

Xu Ping had no confidence and said, "Everything is expensive now, and that little money..."

"Did you spend money with your cronies?" Lin Hanying said disappointedly, "That's all I know."

Thinking of the wife next door, and thinking about herself, she suddenly lost interest.

"Wei Daoyou treats his wife sincerely. He changed the house not long after marriage. There must be something special about it. It doesn't hurt too much to befriend her. It's up to you to judge."

After finishing speaking, she went back to the residence silently, and closed the door behind her.

……

In Taiping Town, the appearance of the magic cultivator in the sweet-scented osmanthus workshop caused quite a shock.

In the next few days, monks from the Taiping sect could be seen everywhere in the town.

It made the town full of turmoil and smoky atmosphere.

Everyone thought that the demon cultivator would be caught by this movement, but they didn't expect that they only killed a few robbers who were usually arrogant and domineering in the end.

This is the result of the elders of the Taiping sect coming forward.

Now Mo Xiu has no way to subdue him, and he doesn't know where to hide in a dark corner, and people in the town are panicking.

However, Wei Junjie didn't pay much attention to these.

In recent days, Wei Junjie stopped his talisman-making skills, spent time at home with his beloved wife every day, took the initiative to undertake housework, cared a lot, and got a lot of points.

And his performance like this made Li Siqian feel as if he had eaten honey.

life is happier.

"Ma'am, what are you doing?"

After Wei Junjie finished his meditation, he saw Li Siqian sitting on the table alone, studying ink and writing with a brush, so he moved over curiously.

Li Siqian replied: "My husband told me the story of Han Tianzun before, and I found it very interesting. It happens that there is nothing going on around, so I will sort it out."

At this time, she already knew that the so-called Han Tianzun was fabricated by Wei Junjie, but she did not expose it.

One is willing to speak and the other is willing to listen.

Wei Junjie looked down at the paper and found that Li Siqian was really good at writing.

The fonts on the paper are dignified and elegant, with appropriate shades, just looking at them is pleasing to the eye.

After reading some more beginnings, Wei Junjie found that his wife's literary talent is also good.

Although it is the same story, he narrates it in a straightforward manner, but in her writing, it becomes tactful and tortuous, making it enjoyable to read.

He really didn't expect that his wife had such talent.

Li Siqian glanced at Wei Junjie, a little proud in his heart, but he still said modestly: "This is all a small way, and it can't compare with my husband's serious practice."

"That's not necessarily the case. If there is a chance in the future, find a suitable bookseller and print it into a book. Maybe you can earn some spirit stones to supplement your family." Wei Junjie encouraged: "You can do it when you have nothing to do in the future." Write it down first."

With Wei Junjie's approval, Li Siqian was very happy and wrote more seriously.

Bang bang bang.

"Is anyone home?"

There was a knock on the door outside the yard.

"I'll go and have a look." Wei Junjie shouted, "Here we come."

Open the door.

A white and fat man stood at the door.

He was wearing a baggy brown robe, and judging from the patterns embroidered on it, he looked rich and noble.

The fat man looked him up and down: "You are Daoist Wei who just moved to Qinghefang, right?"

"Exactly." Wei Junjie clasped his fists and asked, "Your Excellency?"

"I'm the steward of Qinghefang, and I'm here to collect the peace money." The fat man explained his purpose.

Wei Junjie respectfully said: "So it's the steward of Qinghefang, I admire him, I don't know the steward's name?"

"Let your surname be Wang."

"Steward Wang, just wait a moment, I'll give you the money right away."

Wei Junjie took out three low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag.

But Wang Guanshi said: "Three low-grade spirit stones are not enough now."

"How much is that?"

"Eight low-grade spirit stones a month."

"Eight yuan? So much?" Wei Junjie was very surprised.

Before, there were only three spirit stones, but now it costs eight, which is more than doubled.

If it goes up again, it will almost catch up with the one-month rent of this house.

"This is all caused by the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator is too cunning and left too few clues. We have to recruit more monks to protect everyone's safety. This is not a small expense." Manager Wang said helplessly. : "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wei, we will restore the previous price of regular money when Moxiu comes to the case."

"I see." Wei Junjie expressed his understanding, "I'll withdraw some more money."

Wang Wenyan reminded: "By the way, now our routine money is collected for one year at a time."

The movements of Wei Junjie's hands stopped for a moment, his expression stunned.

For some reason, he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu of paying the property fee, and it was the kind of payment of the property fee for the next 12 years at one time.

But as we all know, property management companies can be replaced and run away at any time.

This money is likely to be beaten by meat buns, and it will never be returned.

As the steward of the street in Qinghefang, Wang Wenyan has never expected to receive regular money on weekdays.

But now after the magic cultivator, it's different.

Now the hearts of the people in the town are floating, and they are afraid of the magic cultivator.

As long as you do a little trick, you can obediently ask the other party to hand over the money.

Right now is the time to make quick money, both Zongmen and him are aware of this and dare not slack off.

There were only two low-grade spirit stones raised in the sect, but it became five when it came to him.

He pocketed the extra three dollars.

And for the first time, the Zongmen began to collect money on an annual basis, as much as they charged.

As long as they can collect it, they will turn a blind eye to their behavior of taking kickbacks.

Wei Junjie silently calculated, eight yuan a month, 96 yuan a year.

He had saved more than 300 spirit stones in his hands before, and after deducting the 90 yuan for half a year's rent, plus the usual practice consumption and daily needs, there are only 180 spirit stones left.

The yearly money collected by the Taiping Sect would cost half of his savings, which already exceeded what he had just spent on rent.

If there is an emergency later, he doesn't even have emergency money, and it will be difficult to buy talisman-making materials.

Then this money, should I pay it or not?

(End of this chapter)