With One Month Left To Live, I Raised The Young Empress To Be A Sickly Girl

Chen Mo took Zhang Long away, and before leaving, he got a thousand taels of silver notes.

An ordinary person's annual expenses are only ten taels of silver, one thousand taels, which is enough for Chen Mo to live the rest of his life in an ordinary way.

However, he only has more than a month left to live, and his money will be spent wisely.

Chen Mo first went to Baicaotang and purchased a large amount of spiritual herbs to improve his cultivation and medicinal liquid to temper his soul.

The so-called poor in literature and rich in martial arts means that even poor people can quickly learn to read and write by following the literary path, but it is much more difficult to master martial arts.

Mainly burning money.

Martial arts training is like krypton gold. You have to throw money into it like crazy. You have to spend money to buy the spiritual herbs and medicinal liquids that can temper your body, refining your soul, and stabilize your meridians.

For those with wealth, such as Chen Mo's second brother Chen Guang, no matter how poor his talent is, he can still spend money to create a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.

As for those without wealth, they can only rely on big forces and work as bodyguards for wealthy families, or join some sect forces.

"The saying that the poor man is poor and the rich man is rich is absolutely correct..."

After coming out of Baicao Hall, Chen Mo looked at the bundle of spiritual herbs and several bottles of medicinal liquid in his hand. They didn't look like much, but they cost him a full eight hundred taels of silver.

"Take it"

Chen Mo felt distressed for a moment, and then handed the spiritual herbs and medicinal liquid in his hand to Zhang Long. The latter stretched out his hand to take it. As a bodyguard, it was his duty to help carry things.

Although Zhang Long was puzzled, Chen Mo was obviously just a useless Spirit Vein. He had no chance to practice in this life. Even if he bought more spiritual herbs and medicinal liquids, it would not help.

However, he did not ask questions. The third young master must have his reasons for doing this.

"Take these things back and absorb them carefully to see if you can break through to become an Eighth Grade Martial Artist."

"Third Young Master, is this... for me?"

There was suddenly a trace of confusion in Zhang Long's dull eyes.

"I am a useless Spirit Vein, unable to practice. If I don't give these things to you, who can I give them to?"

Chen Mo was a little funny.

Zhang Long couldn't believe that Chen Mo's entire net worth was only one thousand taels, but he was willing to spend eight hundred taels on himself. This was simply unbelievable.

If it were his second brother Chen Guang, I am afraid that not only would he not spend a penny on Zhang Long, but he would also ask him if he had any spare money...

As soon as Chen Mo and the two left Baicaotang, three or five young people came to the door.

"It's strange. Why did Chen Mo come to Baicao Hall for no reason? Also, isn't that my bodyguard Zhang Long? How could he follow him? Is that kid rebelling?"

The young man dressed as an aristocratic man rubbed his chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked puzzled.

"Second Young Master, I just came back from the mansion and I know some inside information..."

A young man dressed as a servant said mysteriously.

"I know you didn't tell me yet"

The person called the second young master is naturally Chen Mo's second brother Chen Guang.

Chen Guang slapped Jia Ding on the back of the head and scolded him angrily. The latter felt aggrieved, "That Chen Mo awakened the useless Spirit Vein and beat the eldest young master in the square. After returning home, the master lost his temper and then let him He went out to make a living, and gave him a lot of money before leaving, as well as Zhang Long, who is the boss of Chen Mo and the family. From now on, he will be Chen Mo's bodyguard."

Although Chen Mo is the third young master of the Chen family, both brothers look down on him. Even the people around the two brothers don't have much respect for him. They all call him by his first name instead of the third young master.

Of course, this was behind people's backs. In front of people, they would not dare to be so arrogant.

"Going out to make a living? Ha, I think he was expelled from the family. My father cherishes his reputation, so he dare not say it directly... However, that kid is really cunning. He actually wanted to take my guard away. That's all. Zhang Long is just a sandbag. He can leave if he wants to."

Chen Guang turned and entered Baicaotang. He asked the servant in the store and found out that Chen Mo had just spent 800 taels of silver here.

800 taels, this is Chen Guang's annual allowance.

As the saying goes, poor scholars are rich martial artists. Martial Artists are the most expensive. The money spent on Chen Guang alone accounts for half of the total expenditure of the entire Chen Mansion. Chen Dewang was stingy with money, so he had to spend a lot on his second son, so he saved money from other places, such as allowance.

"Good fellow, eight hundred taels, he spent it without blinking an eye. How much silver did his father give him? Can he grasp it?" Chen Guang blinked his eyes and called a few men to ask them to investigate Chen Mo's whereabouts. Several men knew the streets of the imperial capital very well. Chen Mo had just left for a short time, so it was not difficult to find him. In just a quarter of an hour, someone came back to report the situation. Chen Guang hurriedly caught up and found that Chen Mo was spending money again, buying daily necessities. After a rough calculation, he spent more than one hundred taels. "Really rich" Chen Guang secretly smacked his lips, and his eyes stared at Chen Mo very hotly, as if he was looking at his own small treasury. "Another one hundred and seventy taels were spent..." Chen Mo looked at the only thirty taels left in his hand and frowned. One thousand taels seemed a lot, but without a handle, it was almost spent all at once. There are still many things that need money to be taken care of next. Without money, it is difficult to move. Where should I go to get money? Chen Mo was silent again and turned to enter a dark alley.

"Third Young Master"

Zhang Long stopped, his eyes were alert.

Chen Mo was stunned and stopped, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man dressed as a servant came to the alley. Chen Mo recognized him at a glance. He was the personal servant of his second brother Chen Guang.

The footsteps behind him came from far away. Zhang Long held the herbal liquid in his left hand and pressed the peach wood sword on his waist with his right hand, ready to go.

Chen Mo turned around and saw Chen Guang coming with two guards, swaggering, looking at him with a condescending arrogance on his face.

"Second brother, what are you doing?"

Chen Mo guessed in his heart that Chen Guang was the poorest of the three sons of the Chen family, but his hobbies were similar to Chen Jin's. They all liked to help women in distress.

Helping requires money, and Chen Guang lacked money the most.

Chen Mo had a lot of money and a cowardly character, so he became Chen Guang's money bag. As long as he asked, he had to give.

Unlike Chen Jin, a scholar who only knows how to talk, Chen Guang is a martial artist who likes to fight. If Chen Mo doesn't give it, he will beat him up.

Since childhood, Chen Mo didn't know how much silver Chen Guang had robbed him of.

"Chen Mo, I heard that you are going to leave the Chen family to go out and make a living. Your father gave you a lot of silver. You also know that in this world, wealth should not be exposed. It is not safe to go out with too much silver... Let's do this. I will reluctantly help you keep it. When you need it, you can ask me for it."

Chen Guang rubbed his hands with expectation.

I don't believe you... Chen Mo secretly complained in his heart. When he was young, he really believed Chen Guang's nonsense and ran to ask for it, but the result was that he was beaten up.

"What if I say no?"