Don't mess with the rich girl

Mu Qingqing suddenly becomes sad. This is just the surface situation Xiao Yun sees. She is in Mu's house. She can be said to be the poorest person. Even Mu Yichen has a jar of change to save, and she is really poor to the point of no money.

"Yes, I'm short of money." Mu Qingqing sincerely feels that she's frustrated. She's the eldest lady in Mu's house, but she's not as good as the smallest Mu Da Yu. Washing and cooking, which should have been done by domestic servants, were all done by her. Mu Xiaoyou enjoyed her success and became the most favored person in the family.

Some things couldn't stand scrutiny, and she was a little depressed at the thought.

"Master, I'm weak to ask, how much money do you have?" Xiaoyun doesn't know the circulating currency of human beings. On the contrary, she knows the circulating currency of human society very well. From ancient times to now, she knows everything from heavy knife currency as iron to thin RMB as paper. Because she once understood the human society of the earth.

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After hearing this question, Mu Qingqing's face became gloomy. This question is so embarrassing. Can she tell an alien that she doesn't have a dime? Most importantly, she is also the master of this advanced alien!

"Really don't have a dime?" Xiao Yun took the raspberries in her hands. Can she have a chance to go back? Back to the day when she signed the contract with Mu Qingqing, she wanted to terminate the contract!!

"No, you think, I'm not an adult. What do I take to make money." Mu Qingqing defended herself. She's still a baby!

"But you are the eldest lady of the wood family. In your human society, don't you usually have a lot of money?" Mu Qingqing stretched out her hand and wanted to eat two sour and sweet raspberries in Xiaoyun's hand. She found that the taste of the wild fruit was really delicious! However, Xiao Yun closed his palm and hid the raspberries in his palm. The whole alien despised Mu Qingqing.

"You're under the illusion that everyone is the same. If everyone is the same, the earth will be meaningless." Mu Qingqing tries to grab the raspberries in Xiaoyun's hand.

"No, you are so poor. If people on our planet know, they will laugh at me!" Xiaoyun resolutely refused to give it!

"When the people on your planet know that hundreds of millions of light-years have passed, you don't care about such details. Besides, is it my fault to have no money? You don't know what that person did to me." Mu Qingqing has some grievances. For so many years, Su Cuiyun can only give her some money when buying vegetables. Pocket money is nothing at all. But she knows one thing. Mu Anren must have prepared her pocket money. All the money she didn't get was swallowed by Su Cuiyun or fell into Mu Xiaoyou's hand.

Although Mu Xiaoyou took the money to buy vegetables in the market last time, Mu Qingqing didn't intend to return it. After all, Su Cuiyun gave Mu Xiaoyou the money she should have given her.

"Well... That's true." Xiao Yun slowly spread out his palm and suddenly figured it out. Yes, Mu Qingqing's poverty is not all caused by Su Cuiyun. The culprit is her stepmother.

"Master, do you need me to do something?" although she can't meet all mu Qingqing's wishes like Aladdin's magic lamp in the myth, it's easy to get some money.

"What can you do?" muqingqing can't get rid of poverty now. What can Xiaoyun help her? Make money?

"I know your human society likes to auction that very old thing. The older it is, the more valuable it will be." Xiao Yun spread out the palms of his hands and handed all the raspberries to Mu Qingqing.

"Well, what do you want?" MuQing counted and nodded. Xiaoyun said what unearthed cultural relics are. Antiques are more valuable as they age, and they also have collection value.

"I know where to find that kind of thing!" Xiao Yun said here, her eyes shining. In her spaceship, there are still maps for thousands of years, which are very clear and complete, which can not be obtained by human society.

"You... Want to dig someone else's ancestral grave?" Mu Qingqing gulped down the raspberries in his mouth, almost choking.

"It's archaeology! How about archaeology!" Xiao Yun jumped his feet and protested, with sparks in his blue eyes. She's trying to make Mu Qingqing the richest master!

"That's an elegant saying. If it's not elegant, it's called digging ancestral graves." Mu Qingqing shriveled her mouth, but she was right! You can also be a little more elegant. It's called tomb robbing!

"Dig... What's wrong with digging ancestral graves? Just make you rich. Besides, it's not against the law." Xiao Yun folded his hands on his steady chest and rolled his eyes at Mu Qingqing.

Muqingqing is a little funny. Xiaoyun looks good for her. It's inexplicable how cute it is.

"Can you handle your identity? Even for auction items, you have to have resources and trading channels. What are you going to do when registering information?" Mu Qingqing realistically pointed out the loophole of this method. She herself is not over 18 years old. If she goes out to talk about auction items with others, she is afraid that she will be knocked upside down by complex humans!

"I... can't I pretend to be a person? The old woman I play is very successful!" Xiaoyun retorted unconvinced.

"Do you know that if I really became the richest man in the world, the Public Security Bureau would have to register my identity information, not to mention you." Mu Qingqing's words were like a slap in the face. Xiao Yun hung his head and felt that his point was terrible.

"But... You don't have to be too discouraged. I know there's a place where you can make money." Mu Qingqing picked her eyebrow. If it weren't for Xiao Yun's idea, she really couldn't think of the way to take the wrong edge of the sword.

"I'll tell you when I go to Zhaoxi city." Mu Qingqing patted Xiao Yun's bare head and a confident smile on his lips.

"Where is it?" Xiao Yun turned his eyes, but he didn't expect Mu Qingqing to be a place where he could make money at this age. Digging coal? Move bricks? Or wash the dishes?

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The next day, Mu Xiaoyou handed his work to housekeeper Chen at 8:00 in the morning, and Mu Qingqing's room door didn't open until 11:00 noon.

"What the hell is mu Qingqing doing..." Mu Xiaoyou murmured, feeling strange about Mu Qingqing's leisurely attitude. Isn't she particularly fond of acting in front of Grandpa now? How come it's eleven o'clock now and there's no response at all.

Mu Xiaoyou grabs the palm of her hand nervously. She knows that Mu Qingqing had a bad time with her grandfather a few days ago, but she is not sure about his grandfather's attitude towards her these two days. It's abnormal.

"Sister, can I have a look at your works?" Mu Yichen is particularly concerned about Mu Qingqing these two days and is particularly worried about her abnormal body.

"I didn't move." MuQing calmly drank a mouthful of Osmanthus tea and pointed to the wood on the table. There was an indifferent feeling in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Mu Yichen's eyes moved to the table. The red sandalwood with dark light was really intact.

"Elder sister, won't grandpa be angry if you don't do this?" Mu Yichen played with this red sandalwood and looked puzzled. "What happened a few days ago..."

"You're good to play games. Grandpa has a network here. You take this opportunity to do everything you want to do." Mu Qingqing refers to writing games. Mu Yichen is concentrating on studying his games these days. Now his concern for her is just a waste of his time.

"I can play the game any time. Sister, you still have to take care of your body." there is a warmth in Mu Yichen's tone. He cares about this and always cares about his sister.

"I'm going to the living room, you go back to the room." MuQing had enough tea and had enough sleep. At this moment, he took the red sandalwood from muyichen's hand and hurried to the living room to hand in the task.

"I'll accompany you all the way. I'm going to have dinner now. I happen to have dinner there." Mu Yichen was afraid of Mu Qingqing and hurried to find an excuse for himself.

Mu Qingqing was no longer stubborn and let him go.

Walking to the living room, he crossed the threshold made of old wood, and Mu Qingqing's eyes fell on the red sandalwood placed on the left side of old man mu, which is mu Xiaoyou's work - pen holder.

Wood Xiaoyou is very smart. It's simple and rough, but it can also reflect the beauty of red sandalwood wood grain.

After a little thought, Mu Qingqing knew that this was su Cuiyun's handwriting. Mu Xiaoyou, a girl who hasn't even touched a knife, can't think of making a penholder overnight.

Old man Mu looked at the red sandalwood in Mu Qingqing's hand with dignity. He thought with joy that Mu Qingqing's work this time would be better than last time. But he looked left and right, but he didn't see what Mu Qingqing was doing.

"Why hasn't your wood moved at all?" old man Mu is getting older, but he hasn't reached the point of old eyes. He hasn't moved from left to right, that is, he hasn't really moved.

"Really didn't move." Mu Qingqing put that piece of red sandalwood on the tea table at Mr. Mu's right hand, retreated to the side very wisely, and found a place to sit aside.

Old man Mu's eyes suddenly became tight. Why didn't she move?

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, my hand was hurt after I spell the golden nanmu. You let me remember that the wood is OK and manual..." Mu Qingqing paused and showed his five claws. There are deep and shallow scars or scars on them. She said calmly, "Grandpa, look at my hand. Can you still make handicrafts?"

Old man Mu choked on her words and couldn't say a word. He is the head of the family. It is certainly impossible to apologize, but he can't just let Mu Qingqing do whatever he wants with the injury in his hand. Even his elders don't pay attention to him.

"Only, Grandpa, you took red sandalwood this time. I saw this piece of wood and thought its hardness and texture were top-grade. Grandpa, are you really willing to take this to me as an experiment?"