"Downstairs," Jiang Hu replied without looking up.
"Downstairs?" Zhang Fan was stunned. "Where downstairs? You actually found a Manjushaka?"
"The flower bed downstairs, foxtail grass."
"Huh!? Foxtail grass?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, his expression turning peculiar.
"Where can you find a Manjushaka these days, and even if you did, the cost would be so high?"
Jiang Hu said calmly, "The boss said to save costs; just the meaning is enough. The main thing is to spread a good wish."
"How much is this good wish?" Zhang Fan couldn't help asking.
"One hundred and thirty-one yuan and forty cents."
"1314? One Dao Talisman?"
"Could it be a stack?" Jiang Hu glanced at him.
"Holidays are the best time to make money." Jiang Hu said solemnly, "The boss said, 'Our Dao prospers, we can't be too poor.'
"Truly a model for our Daoist Sect!" Zhang Fan squinted his eyes and said.
"Don't panic, don't panic, panic easily ends up on the wall..."
