After I stopped being a lady from a rich family, I fought all over the capital

Chapter 47 The Walking Dead
inside the house.

Song Lan sat at the top, fiddling with the pea green peony held by the young man in front of him.

As if he heard a voice, he raised his head in surprise and made eye contact with the old Taoist who was wearing a dark green robe with a gold-embroidered pattern of clouds, pythons and longevity.

The air seemed to suddenly freeze.

After a long silence, the gatekeeper followed the Taoist priest in, took two deep breaths, and scolded him wheezingly: "I say, Taoist priest, what's wrong with you? I told you that we don't need fortune-telling, why did you still force your way in?"

"Hurry up and leave! If you don't leave now, I'll take you to the authorities!"

The doorman said this, and first apologized to Madam Xie and the others, and then tried to pull the old Taoist away.

The old Taoist was like a slippery loach. He bent down and slipped away smoothly from the doorman's hands.

"I've already said that there's a lot of resentment accumulated in your house."

"If we don't clean it up quickly, our whole family will be in danger!"

The concierge said, "Who is this blind person? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If you offend the master later, I will send you to the government office to be beaten!"

"Hurry up and leave..." As he said this, he reached out to grab the old Taoist's collar by the back of his neck.

The old Taoist was about to use his loach skills again, but suddenly he stopped and uttered a soft "eh".

"How strange! I just saw that this house was filled with resentment."

"The source of the resentment is right here. How come there is nothing here all of a sudden?"

The old Taoist looked around and found that the house was eerily clean at this moment.

"What's the round and square thing? Are you going to leave or not?"

The concierge glared at the old Taoist and grabbed him by the collar: "If you don't leave, I'll really call for help!"

"If you really meet the officials, you will be beaten with a stick!"

The Taoist wanted to say something, but Song Lan's lips curled slightly, interrupting the doorman's harsh words: "Master, you are a guest here. The Xie family is a family that values rules and etiquette. How can you not know how to treat guests?"

With a click, the scissors in her hand cut off a blooming pea green peony.

The flower fell to the ground with a sound and swayed slightly twice.

At the same time, Wang, with a look of horror on her face, suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck, pulling hard, as if an invisible white silk was slowly tightening her neck.

"Second aunt, please pour a cup of tea for the Taoist priest."

Song Lan's voice was light and pleasant, but to Wang's ears it sounded like a death sentence.

She grabbed her neck so hard that the whites of her eyes were turned out.

As for the old Taoist who was invited by Song Lan to stay for tea, he saw the woman silently stand up, take the teapot from the servant, walk over and pour him a cup of tea.

"Master, please use it."

Song Lan raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

The old Taoist always felt that something was strange.

Could it be that he had fallen into the magic of the goblin?
The old Taoist was still conflicted.

Song Lan had already ignored him and was busy talking about her dowry with Old Madam Xie and others.

"…I'm afraid you won't be able to get back what you've already spent."

"I will be more generous and not allow you to care about it."

"You just need to give me 80% of the value of those items."

"But you probably don't have the money to compensate me."

Song Lan fiddled with the leaves of the bean green peony: "I will suffer a loss, and you can use the good farmland, mountain land, etc. as a discount."

"It seems that my cousin has a small farm of more than 100 acres in her name."

"That small farm is not big, but it has many pear trees."

"When spring comes and flowers bloom, the pear blossoms are as white as snow, very beautiful."

"Every year, many students and scholars rush to appreciate the flowers and compete in poetry."

"It seems that there are many rabbits raised in the pear garden, which are used to provide hunting fun for those who come to enjoy the flowers and go for an outing." "My cousin's hard work has made the small farm a little famous in the eyes of the nobles in the capital."

Song Lan gently twisted the green leaves of the peony with his fingers, speaking in a casual tone.

"I think we should just use this small farm to pay off the debt!"

"It's a little late to enjoy the pear blossoms now, but the pears from these trees are ugly, but they are sweet and juicy to eat."

After Song Lan finished mumbling, he had already written the deed of transfer and debt repayment.

She blew the ink dry gently and looked around at the people sitting in the room: "Who among you will sign?"

If you want to use the estate under Xie Yuyao's name to pay off the debt, you should ask Xie Yuyao. Why ask them?
No one spoke.

"Okay, since you all have no objections, I'll assume that you all have no objections."

Song Lan waved his hand, and Wang came over like a zombie.

Song Lan put the deed in her hand and asked her to give it to other members of the Xie family and have them sign and seal it one by one.

The old Taoist held the tea in his hand and his eyebrows twitched.

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong!
Why is the atmosphere in this room so strange?
air of gloominess.

It looked like they were discussing something, but in fact it was the young lady sitting at the top who was talking.
The others seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact their eyes were dull and they seemed half alive.

The old Taoist opened his third eye and looked at the people sitting in the room one by one.

There was nothing wrong.

He swallowed a few times and began to feel nervous and panic.

If I had known earlier, I would not have been so arrogant and said I wanted to exorcise demons and protect the world's integrity.

Wouldn't it be nice to just stay in his shabby Taoist temple, wait for his stupid disciple to come back with the money for incense offerings, and then secretly go down the mountain to buy some wine?

Why bother to do such unnecessary things and meddle in other people's business? It's so unlucky for him!

Grandmaster!

Please bless me, old man, so that I can escape danger safely and leave here safely!
The old Taoist mumbled a lot in his mind, trying to remain calm.

Wang quickly held the contract signed by the Xie family members with their fingerprints pressed, and handed it to Song Lan, just like Xie Siming holding the bean green peony.

Song Lan didn't take it, so she kept handing over the deed, like a zombie who had lost its way and had lost its direction.

"Let's settle this account for now."

She glanced at the sky: "The sun is about to set, and I have things to do."

Song Lan sighed in distress: "It's difficult. The remaining dowry is basically large items. I really can't move them away in a short time. Otherwise--"

She looked at the old Taoist priest who was about to shrink into a ball, and had long lost the majestic and spirited manner he had when he first came in. "If you don't mind, Taoist priest, how about I consider it as the incense money I donated to your temple?"

Song Lan casually fiddled with a few pages of the dowry list: "It's just that I'll have to trouble you, Taoist priest, to find a dental dealer to come and estimate the price."

The old Taoist was confused and pointed at himself, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"Give me?"

Oh my god! Grandmaster!

Who can tell him what the situation is now?

"Yes, here you go!"

Song Lan's lips curled slightly, and he said in a bewitching voice: "The Taoist priest should need a lot of money to repair the Taoist temple and gild the ancestor's body, right?"

"How about making a deal with me?"

The Taoist priest swallowed his saliva, and said in a panic: "How, how is the deal?"

Song Lan laughed happily: "I will give these valuable and difficult-to-carry dowries to the Taoist priest."

"Master, bring it in exchange!"

After the old Taoist heard what Song Lan wanted, he widened his eyes and looked at her in shock, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

(End of this chapter)