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Chapter 1262 Fifteen thousand taels, the pain of gouging out flesh

Chapter 1262 Fifteen thousand taels, the pain of cutting out flesh

At this moment, Gu Nuoer had already commanded the imperial guards to place all the saplings on the cart on the ground.

She pointed to a row of soil pits under the wall: "Well, just plant it here!"

Master Zhong saw that position and immediately wanted to stop him.

But he was afraid that Ling Tianyin would notice something.

He gritted his teeth, his face was tense, and his expression was as serious as the scorching sun.

In order to show that she was doing it herself, Gu Nuoer took the initiative to take over the hoe from the guards.

She held it with her little arms and began to dig the hole playfully.

"Huh..." After playing for a while, I felt a little tired.

Thinking back to the last time Ye Siming helped her bury the braised fish, why did he do it so easily?

Gu Nuoer sighed helplessly with her pink lips, and blinked her moist eyes twice.

I miss brother Siming so much!

I wonder if he has found Xiao Hei?

Seeing this, Ling Tianyin rolled up his sleeves: "I'm here to help."

He took the hoe from Cournot's hand and began to dig deep into the spot where he had been.

Master Zhong was already sweating profusely. He quickly stepped forward and tried his best to smile.

"Your Majesty, I really can't bear to see you working so hard. How about you move to the flower hall and I send someone to plant trees? What do you think?"

Ling Tianyin did not raise his head, and said in a perfunctory voice: "No need, only by doing it myself can I show my sincerity."

Seeing that he could not persuade him, Mr. Zhong had no choice but to raise his sleeves and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

I felt bad secretly.

That thing is about to be dug out by the emperor, right?

Gu Nuoer saw a trace of nervousness in him, but the little guy didn't understand why yet.

Her voice was soft and pure: "Uncle Zhong, since Emperor Ling is busy, let me settle the accounts for you!"

"A small sapling costs three thousand taels, and here are one, two, three, four... five! That's fifteen thousand taels."

"This is your first time planting, and Emperor Ling cares about you so much, so I'll give you a thousand taels cheaper, for a total of fourteen thousand."

"Please remember to prepare the banknotes in advance. Don't give us any money. We can't take it."

Fourteen thousand taels!

This number came out of Gu Nuoer's mouth lightly, and when it hit Mr. Zhong's head, it was like a big mountain.

His expression suddenly changed: "This, this, this, this is too much money, I can't afford it!"

Gu Nuoer tilted her head, her watery eyes were gleaming, and her fair little face was moistened with a touch of tender pink.

"Can't get it? Well, then just pawn the money tree you put in the pool outside. A tree made of pure gold so tall must be worth ten thousand taels. If that's not enough, there's also the screen wall.

The broken jade from Zhukunshan costs three thousand taels..."

"Uncle Zhong, don't be reluctant to part with it. Your own money tree is nothing compared to the green trees that can protect the soldiers on the frontier, right?"

"If you give us money for planting trees, Emperor Ling will definitely praise you very much when the time comes."

"Besides, the money tree in the pool outside was just given to you by a distant relative. I believe Uncle Zhong is not a stickler for it and won't be reluctant to part with it, right?"

Master Zhong felt his steps were shaky and almost lost his balance.

They are setting a trap, this must be them!

Gu Nuoer's curled eyelashes were long and she blinked twice.

"It is what officials should do to share the country's worries. They cannot live without the emperor's salary."

"If every time the emperor asks if he wants to allocate money for relief, his ministers will just cry about being poor and having no money, so what's the use of them?"

"Being a high-ranking official is not about looking good and saying nice things, but about actually doing practical things."

After saying that, the little guy smiled sweetly and curled his pink lips: "Am I right, Uncle Zhong?"


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