"How many."

"One thousand... This is already my limit. After all, I am just the principal disciple, and most of it is taken by the surname Zheng."

"good."

You Chuiyun didn't talk nonsense and took two silver notes totaling two thousand taels on the table.

"A total of three thousand taels...I want to exchange them for various elixirs!"

Tang Wan stared, looked at the two thousand taels of silver notes on the table, and calmed down: "I wonder what pills the young master wants to exchange for? Cultivation? Or medicine?"

"I want……"

You Chuiyun chattered a lot, and Tang Wan wrote all of them. Her handwriting was in small regular script with hairpin flowers, which was extremely delicate and beautiful.

Tang Wan's note was taken away by the deacon's disciples, and soon large and small packages were packed and brought over.

"Seven hundred and fifty-four taels of silver have been exchanged."

Tang Wan's business skills were not new yet, so she said, "Will Shaozong continue to exchange money?"

"If you can't, turn the rest into contribution points and save them for me. By the way, you should leave me one hundred taels of cash."

You Chuiyun looked at the big and small bags of things. No matter how much they were, he wouldn't be able to take them down. Who knew that seven hundred and fifty-four taels of silver could be exchanged for so many good things.

It was also the first time in his life that he had a lot of money, so he had no idea.

As Tang Wan stood up and watched, You Chuiyun walked out of the Golden Hall door carrying large and small bags.

The deacons of the Golden Hall breathed a sigh of relief after watching the plague god go out. They looked at Senior Sister Tang Wan who was also a little distracted, and their hearts were filled with gratitude.

If it weren't for Senior Sister Tang Wan today, I'm afraid the remaining half of the Golden Hall would have collapsed.
Chapter completed!