"If you don't make enough money for the treasury, I'll chop you up!" The dagger thrown from behind the screen nailed the hem of Xu Yan's clothes, and in his arms was rancid MSG cooked by the toilet.
On the day when his corpse was buried in Shentang, he swallowed wild vegetables with blood written in "Mother's Porridge and Rice", and turned the squire's torn Wanmin Umbrella into a child beggar's "Armor of Hundreds of Families".
The magical road to wealth sweeps across the beams, and the bone flute blows on the salt flats and cracks the salt drying boards! In seven days, the silver salt from the snow-capped mountains is exposed,
The caravans from the Western Regions plundered the bottom of the glass vase. Water from the self-flushing toilet splashes into Jinluan Palace! A bicycle knocked over the prime minister's sedan, and the old minister's beard and hair were covered with potato fans.
A broken toe is wrapped in gold and a sunken ship transports gold! Blood-stained business roads exchange for millions of silver into the dark cabin
When the empress Mianqi concealed her white hair and coughed slightly, he opened the cellar - three hundred wine jars sealed the name tags that the blind woman was rubbing, and each name shone with silver light.
"Your Majesty," he shook off the Baijia Yi made from broken umbrellas, "will this cracked prosperous age be enough to fill the national treasury?
