Chapter 187: Bamboo baskets hit the water (4)

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Oh?
The quarter is a little bit sloppy.
Monsoon flue: "I went to the martial arts field and met Ye Yuan's mentor. The mentor has promised to teach me personally."
The quarter has nodded slightly. "That is naturally the best."
"Right." The monsoon smoke suddenly sprang up, and then took a stack of thick books from his pocket.
When I saw the stack of books, the eyes of the emirates had a strange look, but the season brown was very familiar with this thing, but I didn’t understand why the monsoon smoke suddenly took this thing out.
"I used to make things that I have become a hunter, and I have temporarily placed it in the quarter. Before the uncle said, Ji Jia raised me for many years, so those things are all made up to make up for the loss of the family. Is it?" The opening.
The eyebrows of the emirates twitched slightly and looked at the quarter brown.
There were a lot of treasures that were given to the monsoon smoke. At that time, they negotiated all the deductions, and things were also done by the season brown.
The season brown went up one step ahead: "It's true. Although you are a child of Jijia, you have seen it, whether it is your uncle, or me, or your two aunts, have paid a lot to Jijia. It is you who admire the white brothers, and the daily cost is also added by your uncle."
"Oh? So, my father has not sent money to his family for more than a decade?" The monsoon smoked a sneer.
How savvy is the season brown, when you see the book in the hands of the monsoon smoke, you know that the monsoon smoke is prepared, and immediately said: "It’s not completely sent, but the ones sent are not enough to offset the cost of raising your money. In addition, the birthday of your grandfather's birthday, you need to deduct from the money sent by your father, and add up, there is not much left."
Okay, the foolishness of the season brown is that Ji Ji really sent the money, how is the money spent, isn’t they the final say?
The monsoon smoke smiles and looks at the dripping water that does not leak. He raises his hand and puts the stack of books in his hand, and slams it into the foot of the season brown!
"So the troubled two uncles, tell me to see, my father's military squad sent on weekdays and the treasures that he gave down when he became a dying person, how are they clean?" The monsoon smoker's mouth sneered a sneer, sinking.
The season of brown heart was shocked. I didn’t expect the monsoon smoke to mention the treasures that were originally given by His Majesty.
You must know that every annihilator will give a certain amount of wealth when he takes over the squad, and the number will not be small.
When the first season hit the battlefield, but even one son did not take it away!
The face of the season brown is a bit ugly. He stabbed his face and smashed the book. He looked at it page by page. This look made his face suddenly ugly, and his face was stiff. Can't hold it!
On the account book, it was clearly recorded that all the treasures and money that the priests rewarded when Ji Xian became a dying person, in addition to the details, also recorded that Ji Ji was sent back through the military messenger every month. Every money of Jijia is written clearly with the date and the letter of the messenger who sent the letter!
Even the savvy and capable season brown, after facing this detailed record, has not laughed.
Counting the money that I sent back to the family in the last season, it is not a small amount!