At this time, silver tickets were rampant and management was chaotic. However, all silver tickets could only be circulated among officials, and ordinary people could not use them yet. Before they took effect, they had to be personally signed by the minister in charge of supervising silver tickets appointed by the local government. In each place, they were respected by everyone and were simply called "silver supervisors". These silver supervisors were all old men who did not covet anything and only managed to sign with their eyes closed. However, it was troublesome that once they signed, they had to be recorded in the account. This was really not good, if the income was transparent, what difference would there be from ordinary people? But the handwriting of silver supervisors had undergone special training and was very difficult to imitate, especially the grasp of pen strokes, which was extremely unique, so it could be seen at a glance whether the silver ticket was genuine or fake.

  However, it was the county's governance that was extremely clever. He dipped his own silver notes and the signatures of the monitoring silver, which were specially imitated by his subordinates, into water, and the signature changed as soon as the pen tip disappeared without a trace. Then he said that he got wet in the rain. This method later slowly spread, and the folk called it "washing money".

  And I and Xile's silver tickets floating at our feet were clearly unwashed, nor did they have the signature of the supervisor, so they were just paper. Xile squatted on the ground to pick up one and look at it.

  What are you looking at?

  Xǐlè said: Let me take a look, just in case there's any silver left over.

  I said: It's impossible, the silver is gone, it can't be floating on the street.

  Xile was getting anxious: "Then how can we get Ling back?"

  I said: We can also get rid of that sword, it's useless to me.

  Xile said: No way, that's ours.

  I said: Why do you always draw a clear line between mine and yours? Things are always flowing.

  Xile said: Then I'll flow over to the side of the surname Wan, are you willing?

  I thought for a moment and said: I really don't have anything to dislike.

  I suddenly feel that I may not like the girl by my side. Because I really don't have any discomfort. Could it be that I'm just too used to her, thinking that everything is impossible, and we've already become one person. It should be that I really can't leave this girl, which is the deepest affection. Because everything with her is so natural, as if time has been flowing smoothly, without any doubt.

  I said: Xi Le, don't pick it up.

  Xile stood up and said: This street is not where we stay, let's go to where poor people live.