Madara, let's change the world together!

"Lady Tsunade, would you like me to scrub your back?"

At the doorway, the shadow on the door could be vaguely seen.

"No need, it'll be over soon."

Tsunade refused outright?

She wanted a little child to rub her back?

Impossible, she's not that shameless.

It took another twenty minutes for Tsunade to wash her body with a clean towel and then change into new clothes.

A gray sleeveless top that revealed her cleavage, and a pair of dark blue capri pants.

You can also wear a green jacket when you go out.

"Lady Tsunade, there are no ingredients at home, so we'll have to eat out for lunch."

Shizune, who had jogged over, said with an apologetic expression.

what?

Cook?

Tsunade's face twitched.

She can't cook and has never even stepped into the kitchen.

She had almost forgotten what it was like inside.

"Okay, let's go out for lunch."

Feeling refreshed and smelling wonderful, Tsunade suddenly remembered something and rushed into her room.

She searched and searched, but couldn't find the package she had put in the corner the day before yesterday.

Shizune also came over.

"Lady Tsunade, if it's those books, I've put them in the study upstairs."

study?

Does she have a study in her house?

"Ah, thank you for your hard work."

Looking at the room that she had cleaned so much she could hardly recognize it, Tsunade felt her face burning.

Is she taking care of Jingyin, or is Jingyin taking care of her?

"Wait downstairs for a bit, you can do whatever you want."

"Dong dong dong dong!"

Tsunade went up the stairs barefoot and, after looking through several rooms, finally found a study.

This place also looks like it has just been lightly cleaned.

She immediately noticed the four books on the table, the first of which was "How to Take Care of Children".

Unexpectedly, she actually needed to rely on the book that bastard gave her to cram for a last-minute lesson on how to take care of Jingyin.

She turned to the first page, which contained only one sentence.

Try to control your temper.

"Where did I get this temper from! You bastard!"

"boom!"

The book was thrown directly to the ground.

After her outburst, Tsunade picked up the book again.

She vowed that if the following content continued to mock her like this, she would definitely beat up Kiyoshi Gen.

However, the following content does indeed describe how to get along with a child.

Recognize your own role and build an equal and close friendship with your child.

At the same time, one must also be a teacher who can guide one's path, earnestly leading one's life skills and values.

"What a hassle."

Tsunade flipped through the pages casually and sighed.

It will probably take quite a while to read it all.

So what are the remaining books?

Cooking Guide, Life Hacks, How to Quit Gambling.

The last book was roughly shoved into the back of the bookshelf by Tsunade.

snort!

"These two books are still somewhat useful."

I checked the time; it was already lunchtime.

Tsunade decided to take Shizune to the shopping street in the east to get something to eat.

There are quite a few delicious foods there.

As for the commercial outposts in the west?

She didn't want to see that hateful face.

We need to figure out a way to get some alcohol!

Chapter 146 Tsunade's Part-Time Job

"Jingyin, I have a task for you. Go buy something for me."

Tsunade, who had just finished having lunch with Shizune, revealed her true colors and patted Shizune on the shoulder to bewitch her.

With a helpless expression, Shizune had no choice but to walk into an izakaya (Japanese pub).

However, as soon as she entered, the izakaya owner told her that they would never sell Tsunade a single drop of alcohol.

This was an order jointly issued by Kiyoi Gen and the Third Hokage; who in Konoha would dare to disobey it?

When Tsunade saw the shopkeeper take out two wanted posters with her and Shizune's portraits on them, prohibiting people from buying alcohol, she was so angry that she almost smashed the table in front of her.

What kind of bastard is that Kiyoi Gen?!

Why are you persecuting her like this?

"Lady Tsunade, perhaps we shouldn't drink it?"

"Besides, you don't have much money left, do you?"

click!

Tsunade, suddenly realizing the problem, felt as if her heart had shattered.

Because she was so rich before, she didn't care about spending money or gambling at all, and developed a habit of extravagant spending.

"fine!"

Tsunade forced herself to remain calm.

She, the granddaughter of the First Hokage, is facing such a predicament.

However, she also had a solution!

"Jingyin, I'll take you somewhere where we can make money quickly."

"Oh"

Silent was a little curious, wondering what kind of place it was.

Half an hour later, in the southwest corner of Konoha, Tsunade arrived and found a place to borrow money.

She was very confident that she could borrow a lot of money just because of her identity.

After that, as long as she wins back her gambling winnings, accumulating debts is a breeze.

Once she pays back the money, she can buy the wine!

So she quickly walked towards the door.

Just then, the middle-aged man at the door saw Tsunade's appearance, was startled, and quickly ran into the house.

We're closed today!

"Oh!"

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What happened?

Why are the people here so afraid of her?

Tsunade immediately had a bad feeling.

This is the only place in Konoha that can provide loans. If they don't lend her money here, she'll have nowhere else to get money!

"Hey! Open the door!"

"Explain yourself clearly!"

"Boom!"

The people inside huddled together in fear.

They were originally from the underworld, and came to Konoha hoping to expand their business channels, including loan sharking.

Business was okay at first, but their nightmare began after the commercial street was built here.

First, people kept coming to their door to threaten them.

They were all gangsters and had never been afraid of anyone, so they gathered more than ten brothers to prepare for a counterattack.

But as soon as they opened the door, they were surrounded by more than sixty shirtless men, whose iron pipes gleamed coldly.

That look was even more ruthless than that of the underworld.