Seeing the flock of Qinyuan birds leaving, the crew on the floating ship asked the people hiding in the cabin to come out.
Ji Wuyong got on the board and found that his luggage and goods had been torn to pieces by Qinyuan's claws and were scattered everywhere. The most important thing was that the Wuye Flower Brewing that he had spent a lot of money to bring from Wuye Kingdom had been torn apart by Qinyuan's claws.
After all the harm was done, his heart was filled with misery, and he suddenly began to wail.
"My nightflower wine, my nightflower wine, my money! It's all gone, now it's all gone."
Gongliang saw him crying bitterly, and comforted him: "Some things are gone if they are gone. As long as people are fine, they will always make money back."
"You put it lightly. This is private money that I have hidden for a long time. I thought I could make a fortune. Now it's all gone, all gone."
Ji Wuyong became more and more sad as he talked and couldn't help crying.
What do you mean when a grown man cries?
Gongliang was also speechless. But after hearing his words, he finally understood what he meant. It turned out that this guy was not sad that the goods were gone, but that the private money he had finally saved was gone. But there is a difference between the two.
Gongliang touched his chin and thought carefully for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what the difference was between the two.
While Ji Wuyong was sad, he was also packing his scattered luggage.
At last count, all the goods brought from Nightless Country were destroyed, but some luggage was recovered.
It's a pity that those things are just a change of clothes and personal belongings, so there is no use in taking them back.
Looking at the empty wine jars scattered on the ground, Ji Wuyong cried sadly again, these were all money! Now it was all gone, all gone. The private money he had finally saved was just gone.
Thinking about it made my heart hurt. I was so angry that I couldn't help but grab the wine jar and throw it down. While throwing it, I cursed: "You damn broken birds, thieving birds, dead birds that deserve to be struck by lightning, if your family
If grandpa is rich, he will definitely have someone kill you."
Gongliang saw his appearance and shook his head.
But I didn't pay attention to him. I was in a bad mood at this time, and this was also a channel to vent my anger.
After a while, Ji Wuyong threw away his nightflower wine jar, and his mood seemed to improve.
Gongliang took out the delicacies he had brought and the night-free flower syrup he had brought from the country of night-free, and invited him to drink.
Ji Wuyong drank up Gong Liang's full cup of wine in one gulp. The night-free flower syrup that was originally mellow and fragrant entered his mouth, but it was filled with infinite bitterness. Thinking that the private money he had saved for a long time was just gone, he couldn't help but feel sad.
From it, tears fell down.
There were some things that he did not tell Gongliang because he felt that they were family matters and not worthy of being discussed with others.
In fact, he was the bastard in the family. As a bastard, he had no right to inherit the family business. A hundred years after his father's death, he could only get a house and some property.
These things cannot make people rich, they can only help people survive.
Ji Wuyong didn't want to live like this, so he got a letter from his uncle and set off for Daxia. In order to raise travel expenses, his mother secretly pawned some of her jewelry, thinking that with her cleverness, she could win money from various countries.
There will definitely be huge profits from moving goods around. Maybe in Daxia, I can be prosperous without the help of my uncle. When the time comes, I can bring my mother over so that I don't have to look at my aunt's face at home. But I didn't expect that people are not as good as God.
, and in the end it was all in vain.
Not willing to give in!
He is not willing to give in!
With one hand, he grabbed Gong Liang's full cup of wine and drank it all in one gulp. The sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and various flavors came to his mind.
"Don't drink so hard, you'll get drunk easily," Gongliang advised.
"I just want to get drunk." Ji Wuyong said sadly.
Gong Liang looked at it and shouted angrily: "Look at your worthless appearance. It's just a little thing. If you don't have it, you can make more money. As for crying?"
"I also want to make money, but I have no capital. I even spent all the money my mother pawned for jewelry. How can I make money?"
The more Ji Wuyong talked, the sadder he became, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Papa, his screams are so unpleasant," Mi Gu said after hearing this.
"He's not barking, he's crying." Yuan Gungun, who was well-informed, explained to her from the side.
"Daddy, he looks so ugly when he cries. I don't even cry," said little Mi Gu.
Gongliang rolled his eyes, is this the time for you to comment? You two little brats.
Ji Wuyong cried for a while, as if all the sadness in his heart had been vented, and his condition became a little better. He wiped his face with his sleeve and said, "Eleventh Lang, I made you laugh."
Gongliang shook his head and said with emotion: "I don't know the origin of love, but it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live. Life without death, death without resurrection, are all not the result of love."
Ji Wuyong was stunned when he heard his meaningless words, and couldn't help asking: "Eleventh Lang, what are you talking about?"
Gongliang glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just felt it."
The words he said were from the inscription of "The Peony Pavilion" by the playwright Tang Xianzu of the previous Ming Dynasty, and they were about Du Liniang's feelings. I just heard Ji Wuyong's words just now, and I was a little emotional. Although it was a misunderstanding, the love was still there.
Almost the same.
"Actually, you don't have to worry so much. If the money is gone, the worst I can do is lend you some. Then you can sell goods between countries and make a lot of money very quickly. There is no need to take this matter to heart."
Ji Wuyong's eyes lit up when he heard Gong Liang's words. He thought about it and felt that it could be done.
But he was worried and said: "If you and I meet by chance and you are really willing to lend me money, you are not afraid that I will blackmail your money."
Gongliang waved his hand and said: "It's just a small amount of money, what are you afraid of? If you can use this to see a person's character clearly, it's not a bad thing."
After Ji Wuyong heard this, he quickly said seriously: "Eleventh Lang, don't worry, if I, Ji Wuyong, hack your money, I will be struck to death by thunder and my soul will be scattered."
"It's just something, don't take it so seriously." Gong Lianghun said nonchalantly.
After saying that, he took out a small storage bag from the space, and took a large gold brick and put it in. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that the gold brick was not easy to buy, so he secretly cut it into pieces with big dog legs.
Gold bars weighing about a kilogram each were placed in the treasure bag and thrown to Ji Wuyong.
"This is the treasure bag I replaced, and I gave it to you. The gold in it will be borrowed from you as a capital, and you will return it to me in Daxia."
Ji Wuyong quickly refused and said, "No, no, this thing is too valuable, I can't have it."
Although a treasure bag for holding things was nothing in the wilderness, in the Eastern Land, even the most common treasure bag for holding things was worth more than a dozen spiritual stones, equivalent to dozens of kilograms of gold. How could Ji Wuyong dare to ask for it.
Seeing that he gave up, Gongliang said, "Then I'll lend it to you first, and then return it to me when I get to the wilderness. With this thing, it will be easier for you to buy and sell goods."
Ji Wuyong heard Gong Liang's words, thought about it, and accepted it.
However, I decided in my heart that I wanted to give Gongliang a share. I couldn't let others use this treasure and gold for my own use.
Not far behind Congling is Heshenguo, which floated in the air for a while and then slowly fell down.