The person who came was none other than Fu Xiao, the young master of Modie's village.

Modie couldn't breathe smoothly and couldn't resist. He could only pat Fu Xiao's arm softly. After he relieved himself, he came back to life and was breathing heavily.

Fu Xiao shook his head in disgust, grabbed Mo Di's coat from the hanger and threw it on him, saying coldly: "Hurry up and put it on. Come out later and practice with me."

Modie was about to cry but had no tears. He thought he couldn't sleep the night before, so why did he come again today?

"I'm still growing," Modie cried silently.

However, it was of no use, so Mo Die accompanied Fu Xiao to practice all night at the abandoned martial arts field on the outskirts of the city.

To be precise, I was beaten all night long.

It wasn't until the sky turned white and the sun gradually covered the clouds that Fu Xiao showed mercy and let Mo Di go back to the inn to rest.

Fu Xiao, on the other hand, directly used his energy and strength and rushed non-stop to Ting'e - where Ji Yao pointed out Xie Dajiao was, trying to clear the customs quickly.

After Fu Xiao's beatings, Mo Die no longer dared to sleep so deeply. At most, he closed his eyes and rested, and had to keep his ears open at all times to watch for any unusual movements over Ji Yao's side.

As long as Ji Yao snoozed, he stayed on standby.

Today, Ji Yao has never left his young village owner without even saying a few words to him, so his mentality is going to explode.

We can't say that Mo Die is the same before others and the same as others behind him. It can only be said that the child was tortured a little cruelly by Fu Xiao and has resentment in his heart.

Without much rest, how can his condition improve?

"The young master of the village has his own affairs to attend to, and I don't know when he will come back."

Modie curled his lips and once again tried to make up for his inappropriate tone.

He explained it over and over again, which actually made Ji Yao a little embarrassed.

It's not that Modie failed to give her a specific deadline, but that he seemed a bit troublesome by asking.

It was as if he had to know when Fu Xiao would come back.

Speaking of which, Ji Yao is not Fu Xiao's person.

Since he left a letter and said he would come back in a few days, she asked so eagerly, which showed that she was very unilaterally concerned about him.

"That's what you came here to tell me?" Ji Yao cleared his throat and decided not to ask more about Fu Xiao.

Modie stood up, lifted up the hem of his clothes, twisted it a few times, tied it around his waist, and buttoned it up, revealing his pants.

Ji Yao was stunned.

What kind of shape is this sudden appearance?

She wasn't sure what Modie was going to do, and was about to ask when she saw Modie rolled up his sleeves again, walked to the pile of "inventory" in her room, squatted down, and started counting from the bottom.

He took out a notebook from his pocket, sat down, started to untie the rope buckle on the box, and muttered: "I'll take stock."

After saying that, he was worried that Ji Yao might misunderstand something, so he hurriedly added: "The main thing is to see if it is necessary to take these things back and resell them."

Ji Yao pursed his lips.

Fu Xiao and Mo Di didn't know what they were colluding with. They were very careful about their wording on this issue, which made her appear to be petty.

This time, Ji Yao didn't think too much about the implication. He kindly helped him get a pen, went to the desk to sharpen some ink, took it over with the inkstone, and put it in his hand.

Modie officially started working.

However, under Ji Yao's gaze, it was a bit uncomfortable to take stock of those things.

At this time, Mo Die remembered Fu Xiao's instructions before leaving, and turned to Ji Yao and said: "If you are hungry, tell the waiter and ask him to go to Yuezhenxuan to bring some food over. The silver master has already paid it."

Already."

Ji Yao turned around what Mo Die said in his mind. He had just finished digesting it. He was still hesitant when Mo Die urged her to hurry up.

While Ji Yao was wondering where "Yue Zhen Xuan" was, he went downstairs and caught a waiter who was watering potted plants at the top of the stairs on the first floor and spoke to him.

Probably because Ji Yao changed his clothes and removed the veil from his face, the waiter didn't recognize who Ji Yao was at first.

Ji Yao saw him staring at her face full of doubts, and suddenly reacted, raised his hand to half-cover his face, and reported the room number. Only then did the man suddenly realize and said: "Ah, Yue Zhenxuan! It's made in the restaurant next door.

The food is delicious, Madam will enjoy it, I will go now, little one."

The waiter didn't mind the trouble of running errands, so he agreed with a smile, immediately put down the kettle in his hand, took off his apron and went out.

Ji Yao was in a daze looking at the green plant that had been treated with special care and had a lot of water drops on it. Not long after, the waiter came back.

Seeing his empty hands, Ji Yao felt a little strange.

The waiter explained: "I told the guys at Yue Zhenxuan that they will send someone to deliver it to Madam in a while. Just go upstairs and wait."

"Well, okay, thank you."

Ji Yao bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed back the unnecessary words.

The habit of casually rewarding people that she developed in the early years is no longer feasible now.

Although the waiter in this store had declined once before, the look in his eyes didn't seem like that.

Ji Yao saw it, but just pretended not to see it and turned away.

The reason why Ji Yao didn't give it this time was very different from the last time, and it wasn't because of lack of money.

Now she has a huge sum of money and only has a small amount of money on hand. Where can she get some change?

Ji Yao felt that his back was full of thorns, and he deserved a reward for letting him go.

She thought about it silently, walked up the stairs quickly, walked to the door of her room, straightened her hair, and opened the door with great courage.

"You have money on you!"

Ji Yao quickly closed the door, ran to Mo Di who was still sitting on the ground, and confidently asked for money.

His tone was tough and he didn't tolerate criticism.

Ji Yao felt that he would lose face anyway, so it would be better to be more straightforward, mention whatever is missing, seize the time and waste less words.

Modie was concentrating on memorizing the details. He was so frightened by her voice that he put a stroke on the paper and wrote it away.

He closed the book, took a deep breath to calm down, then turned around, looked up at Ji Yao, and asked her, "Yes, but why do you want the money?"

Ji Yao stopped talking

Although she was mentally prepared to be rejected by shouting out her voice just now, she didn't expect that Modie didn't refuse, but instead asked her the reason so straightforwardly.

This made it difficult for Ji Yao to speak.

"Well, as I told the waiter just now, Yue Zhenxuan will send food over soon. I'm going to bother them anyway, so I'll see if I can give them some money for running errands.

"

Ji Yao said hesitantly, "I don't have any scraps of silver to give..."

The more Ji Yao spoke, the softer her voice became. Eventually, even Modie couldn't hear clearly what she said.

For this reason, Modie stared and stretched his neck, trying to judge the content from the shape of her mouth.

Thanks to his sharp eyes and ears, he could vaguely understand most of it.

Modie waved his hand and said without reservation: "What do you think you need money for? If you don't have such small money, you can still make it as much as you want."

Ji Yao was overjoyed and immediately reached out to Mo Die and said, "Then give me a few taels, and I will send them to them later."

Modie stood up, put the booklet behind his back, stuck it on his belt, and patted the dust on his pants.

Ji Yao waited impatiently, but he had no intention of paying for it.

This made Ji Yao's hand hanging in the air somewhat awkward.

She coughed, scratched the air with her hand, and then took it back. She just thought that Modie said it nicely, but in fact she was still unwilling to give it, and looked at him with a bit of resentment in her eyes.

Mo Die put down the clothes entwined around his waist, and did not explain anything to Ji Yao. He just lowered his head and smoothed the obvious wrinkles, and said, "What is your identity now?"

What are you going down for?"

Ji Yao was stunned.

Then I heard Mo Die say: "You are still Boss Xiao's wife in this inn. Since I came with the young owner of the village, and now I leave it to you, there is absolutely no way I will let you do such things. That's what I used to do."

Our young farm owner slaps you on the face. Don’t rush to give out rewards, just let me do it.”

Perhaps because he was afraid that Ji Yao would not be able to hear clearly, Mo Die deliberately spoke this passage slowly, with clear words and sentences that could be heard clearly.

Ji Yao heard it clearly and understood, and even felt a little touched. Unexpectedly, Mo Die thought so carefully, giving her not only dignity but also dignity.

She thanked her sincerely.

Modie lowered his head and whispered again: "If I hadn't been afraid of being beaten by the young master, I wouldn't be too lazy to do this for you."

Naturally, he didn't let Ji Yao hear this clearly, otherwise she wouldn't have been so happy and walked forward in two steps, patted Modie on the shoulder, and praised him for his thoughtfulness and loyalty.

Modie didn't dare to resist with brute force, and couldn't hide even if he wanted to, so he could only force a smile.

Just when he couldn't maintain his fake smile and was about to use "continue taking inventory" as an excuse to escape from Ji Yao's clutches, a knock on the door finally saved him.

He was relieved and withdrew in a flash. He patted his chest at the confused Ji Yao, mouthed "I'll do it, I'll do it", and then walked to the door in one stride.

The meal was collected, thanked and rewarded in one go. It didn't take long before Mo Di closed the door.
To be continued...