Chapter 1191： A tickle worth two thousand taels?

Ling Ping was holding that thing in his hand, and he was really sweating for Gu Nuoer.

The royal father gave two thousand taels of silver, all of which were spent by her.

Just to buy something that is worthless in the eyes of normal people.

If Ling Tianyin saw it, he would not have gone mad on the spot.

It turned out that Gu Nuoer bought it for Ling Tianyin, it was a scratchy...

It's just for scratching the back.

The reason is also very simple.

Ling Ping took Gu Nuoer and Ye Siming to the lake to see the lotus flowers.

However, the little guy saw that there were several old people by the lake selling their own tickles woven with bamboo.

There are more than one hundred.

The faces of the old people were reddened by the sun, and they kept fanning the air with their palm fans.

It appears to be the craft they depend on for a living, but no one cares.

After all, scratching this thing is not a necessity.

Gu Nuoer saw it, but couldn't walk.

With a wave of his little hand, he spent five hundred taels to buy all Tickle.

Even if these old people shirk in every possible way.

"Little baby, you can't use that much alone."

Gu Nuo'er's face is cute: "It doesn't matter, I can give it to someone."

So, the old people watched Ye Siming and Ling Ping two "coolies", helping to take away more than 100 tickles.

Holding five hundred taels of silver, they stood at a loss.

With such a windfall, I thought I had met a little boy who scattered wealth!

Originally, Gu Nuoer planned to leave first with the things he bought.

But in the process of communicating with the elderly, I found out by accident.

These lonely old people are all childless people.

They live together in a village in the mountains.

Without children, they take care of each other and support each other.

Send off Lao Li in the east of the village today, and bury the old woman in the west of the village tomorrow.

No family is better than family.

But people have to eat to live, so a few younger grandfathers and mothers-in-law in the village brought handmade tickles to the city to sell.

Gu Nuo'er learned that they not only had itchy scratches, but also some minnows and straw hats.

So the little guy was generous again, one thousand five hundred taels, all to those old people.

If five hundred taels are said to be a huge sum of money.

Then one thousand five hundred taels was hit by the God of Wealth.

Those old people are all simple people, and they dare not accept them.

Ye Siming forcefully and sternly stuffed all the silver notes into the old man's hands.

Gu Nuo'er smiled sweetly by the way: "If you really want to thank you, thank Emperor Ling...Tian Yin!"

"It was he who gave me the money today, and told me to go out for a walk and help the people who were suffering when I saw them."

The elders were emotional and even more so in tears.

Immediately, he knelt down towards the position of the palace and kowtowed a few times.

They supported each other and walked away tremblingly.

The little guy didn't forget to tell Ling Ping.

"If you want to behave in front of Emperor Ling, you will often visit these old people in the future, under the banner of the Emperor's concern for them."

"In a short time, your merits will naturally reach the emperor's ears."

Later, Gu Nuoer stood on the side of the road and gave these tickles to passersby who had a good eye.

The little guy didn't feel embarrassed at all, waving his hands and tickles like a fairy waving her sleeves.

"Come and see, the emperor entrusted us to give it away for free! You can take one if you like it, but remember to say, thank you, Your Majesty!"

There was an endless stream of people coming and going. At first, they stopped to watch curiously, and then they really queued up to claim it.

Not knowing who started, everyone bowed in the direction of the palace.

The voices of "Thank you, Your Majesty" came one after another.

The officers and soldiers on patrol were stunned.

After a while, the tickle was sent out.

Gu Nuoer also kept one, saying that it was for Ling Tianyin.

But Ling Ping felt scared no matter what he thought.

With the character of the father...you will be angry.

He tickled it as though he was holding a hot potato.

Right now, Ling Tianyin saw that Ling Ping had not moved, so he couldn't help but regain his fierce aura.

"Didn't you hear what I said, Ping'er? Bring it here."

Ling Ping was afraid of bearing the anger, so he gritted his teeth and offered it with both hands.

When Ling Tianyin saw the tickle in his hand.

On the emperor's face, there were colorful changes.