Hearing this, he shook his head very slowly, then shook his head again.

Ji Yunxi wondered: “Then, where did all of that go?”

Wu Wei’an opened his mouth and closed it, then opened his mouth again and said: “Pay the debt.”

Ji Yunxi glanced at him and said: “How much do you owe?”

Wu Wei’an sighed lightly, rubbed his eyebrows, resigned to his backwardness and said: “I don’t know. I don’t want to know.”

Ji Yunxi: “……”

Ji Yunxi didn’t inquire any further.

She didn’t really want to know how much money he owed.

Anyway, he did not say that he wants to borrow money from her at present, so she naturally wouldn’t take the initiative to ask about it.

Let’s just talk about it again when he wants to borrow the money.

She is not a kind person either.

Wu Weian suddenly lost his interest in strolling around the granary, and he even feels that he does not want to come here anymore afterwards: “Let’s go back.”

Ji Yunxi glanced at him and noticed his depression. She seemed to have thought of something, and her lips suddenly hooked.

But soon, she stopped smiling and said seriously: “I just remember that I have to go somewhere. Will you accompany me?”

Wu Wei’an was not in a good mood, and just about to refuse when he caught the look on Ji Yunxi’s face.

Ji Yunxi’s face has never had much expression. Maybe in most people’s eyes, it looks the same, but it actually is different.

For example, now Wu Wei’an sees a trace of… cunningness?

He stared at her for a while, then lowered his eyes and raised his lips slightly: “Alright.”

When the two left the granary, Ji Yunxi asked Baofu to prepare a carriage.

The carriage galloped all the way towards Kaitaizhuang.

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Ji Yunxi came very suddenly, and the shopkeeper of Kaitaizhuang hurriedly came to see her: “Third Miss, Guye, has something happened?”

Ji Yunxi shook her head and said: “Nothing. Let someone take us to the warehouse to have a look.”

The sales clerks of Kaitaizhuang opened the door of the warehouse as what was told to him. Ji Yunxi went in first, and Wu Wei’an followed behind.

As soon as he entered, Wu Wei’an was stunned.

The warehouse of Kaitaizhuang is very large, and it is not empty, but very crowded instead.

Because there are so many things, the best wood is piled up in a pile. The superior sandalwood transported from afar looks very long and very good in quality. When it is put up for auction, many dignitaries will definitely want it.

And these good woods are the least valuable among them.

Night pearls the size of a fist, agate gems that glitter under the candlelight, calligraphy and paintings worth thousands of gold, superior porcelain, as well as weapons, medicinal materials and martial arts scripts that everyone in Jianghu are flocking to.

Several boxes are even filled with golden leaves.

Wu Wei’an could not help but walk over and pick up a handful subconsciously, feeling the wonderful touch of the golden leaves through the gap between the fingers.

He looked up subconsciously and looked to the front.

Ji Yunxi’s back is facing him.

As if possessed by a ghost, Wu Wei’an subconsciously grabbed a handful and just wanted to put it in his pocket.

However, his wife seemed to have eyes behind her back and said coldly: “Put it down.”

Wu Wei’an paused for a moment and could only put it back: “Oh.”

Seeing this, Baofu, who was originally by Ji Yunxi’s side, walked over to Wu Wei’an without saying a word and looked at him with a fierce look on her face.

When Wu Wei’an picked up the superior porcelain and played with it, Baofu stared at him intently.

When Wu Wei’an grabbed a handful of beads from the box full of big and small night pearls, Baofu stared at him fiercely.

When Wu Wei’an squatted in front of the box full of agate jewelry and could not put it down. Baofu stared at him condescendingly.

The author has something to say:

Compiler Wu, who originally wanted to show off his granary to his wife, was shown off instead: It’s me who lost.