poor family prodigal

Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What if I get it?"

Liu Youcai looked cunning: "If you can get it, I won't charge you any interest! If you can't get it, how about selling yourself to me as a slave?"

Li Shihan's pretty face changed: "Husband, don't agree!"

This black-hearted landlord wanted to sell him into slavery. Wang Yuan was furious, but he went to write two contracts and took out the red ink pad: "Sign and sign!"

"it is good!"

After writing down his crooked name and pressing his red fingerprint, Liu Youcai left with a look on his face that he had succeeded.

With this prodigal son's connections and character, he would never be able to get forty guan of money in three days.

Although the little beauty's mother-in-law is rich, they have always wanted her to leave this prodigal son, so it is impossible to borrow this money.

By making this bet, you can earn a child slave for free, and then sell it for dozens of dollars!

We are one step closer to the Liu family's goal of owning a thousand acres of land.

The 'husband and wife' stood facing each other in the courtyard.

"Shihan!"

Wang Yuan wanted to appease.

Li Shihan wiped away tears and rushed into the bedroom.

Wang Yuan understood that this hurt her deeply!

"Husband!"

In the blink of an eye, Li Shihan ran out of the bedroom again and opened a small cloth bag with a look of reluctance: "Let's go to the county town and pawn this bracelet. I'm going to beg my brother. I will definitely be able to get forty coins!"

Wang Yuan shook his head: "I will find a solution for these forty dollars!"

This white jade bracelet is a relic of Li Shihan's mother.

The predecessor tried to take action three times, but Li Shihan was beaten until she coughed up blood and didn't even hand it over.

Now I actually took it out to pay off my predecessor’s debt!

Li Shihan sobbed: "What can you do? That's forty coins, not four hundred coins!"

Wang Yuan turned over his memory: "Let me think about it!"

For villagers who farm, forty guan is a huge debt that can drive someone to death!

But he has a doctorate in mechanics and materials science, and has a vision and knowledge beyond this era.

"I didn't give it to you before because it was a thought my mother left for me!"

Li Shihan choked: "Now you are at a dead end. I can't see you selling yourself into slavery. A slave will never prosper, and he is worse than a gangster!"

In the Daye Dynasty, people were divided into three, six or nine classes; those without land were called Liu, and those without houses were called Mang;

With no land or house, he is an officially certified gangster and has a lower status than a civilian!

And slaves are worse than gangsters!

"..."

Wang Yuan didn't pay attention to what she said and racked his brains to look through the memories of his predecessor.

Daye Technology is similar to the Chinese Song Dynasty.

With his Ph.D. knowledge in machinery and materials, he can create some novel things.

But in this small village, there is not even a blacksmith shop, so there is no place for heroes.

"However, this is the last time. My brother will definitely not help us in the future."

Li Shihan wiped away tears and raised her head: "If you want to borrow money from outside again, I really can't help you fill the hole!

If you degenerate into a gangster, I will become a gangster with you. "

"Hey, there is!"

Suddenly Wang Yuan's eyes lit up, he packed a bag of beans and wheat noodles, picked up the stone mortar and hoe, and carried the bamboo basket on his back and went out.

"Husband?"

Li Shihan was surprised.

My husband never touches the farm work at home, she takes care of everything.

The autumn harvest is over, why is he still using farm tools?

……

The terrain of Dawang Village is flat, with a Jinghe River one mile away and mountains thirty miles away.

The forty households in the village all have the surname Wang, which can be said to be an old ancestor.

Just after the autumn harvest, after paying the head tax and land tax, the bandits came again to collect grain. The food stored at home was not enough to eat, and it was difficult to survive the winter and spring.

The villagers were not idle.

Either go out to work, spin or weave at home, or go out to dig wild vegetables.

boom!

When he came to a wasteland outside the village, Wang Yuan picked up a hoe, dug up the dry hard soil, picked up a grass root, washed it in a bucket, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Isn't that scholar Wang Yuan? Why are you eating grass roots?"

"The family must have run out of food. I heard that he owes Mr. Liu forty guan of money. If he doesn't pay in three days, the house, wife, and land will all belong to him!"

"He's a prodigal son. Mr. Wang left him so much wealth and forced him to become a prodigal. Now he's so hungry that he eats grass roots. He deserves it!"

Some women digging wild vegetables looked at Wang Yuan chewing grass roots and shook their heads.

“It tastes right, that’s it!”

After spitting out the chewed grass roots, Wang Yuan picked up the hoe and dug out the grass roots with all his strength.

My predecessor was not involved in childbirth, exercised little, and was in extremely poor health.

After digging for a while, Wang Yuan leaned on his waist and leaned on the hoe, breathing heavily.

"Hey, Xiaoyuan, the family is out of food, and I'm starting to eat grass roots! These grass roots are inedible. Take a bowl to the village and ask for it. With your reputation as a scholar, no one will give you a bowl of rice."

A carefree young man came over.

He had his arms folded across his chest, and was wearing a dirty short brown coat and rag shoes with his toes exposed.

"Sihai, help me dig up the roots of this grass, and I will share some of the benefits with you later!"

Wang Yuan gasped for help.

Wang Sihai, a gangster in the village, has no house or land and does not work. He just likes to wander around.

In the past, people always flattered their predecessors when meeting them. After all, scholars might become officials in the future.

Since his predecessor was ruined, Wang Sihai's flattering attitude has turned into ridicule.

Wang Sihai glared: "You don't even go to all over the country to inquire. With my reputation as Wang Sihai, no one will take care of me wherever I go, and you still need to feed me."

"It's not grassroots to share your benefits!"

If he wasn't too tired, Wang Yuan wouldn't bother to deal with this guy.

It is said that people from all over the world care about his food, but in fact he is too thick-skinned to take advantage of his food.

"Don't explain, I know what's going on in your family. Don't be stubborn. Go to your father-in-law's house and lower your head and get over this obstacle. Face is actually nothing. If you continue to be stubborn and you become a gangster, you will regret it."

Wang Sihai, who has no house or land, looks like someone who has come before.

Seeing that he was unwilling to help, Wang Yuan ignored him and continued to dig the ground hard.

Wang Sihai left in frustration: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot!"

"Xiao Jian, you can't eat this kind of grass roots. Go home with your uncle to get some bean noodles and deal with it for a while first!"

Near noon, a middle-aged man came over.

He is tall, skinny and has bright eyes. He wears short brown clothes and is barefoot.

Wang Yuan smiled and shook his head: "Uncle Shanshan, I don't dig grass roots just to eat them!"

Wang Hanshan, whose original name was Wang Dashan, did not know who helped change his name after he joined the army.

He was discharged and returned to the field five years ago. He is a generation taller than before and is an uncle in the fifth service.

He had two sons before he joined the army. Five years after he returned from the army, he had three more children.

The family didn't have much land, so they rented [-] acres of land from the clan leader, so the family was living in tight conditions.

Giving some beans and noodles to a member of his own race is equivalent to taking food from the mouths of seven people.

"What's the point of eating grass roots? Who among the older generation in the village has never eaten grass roots!"

Wang Hanshan was very angry, thinking that scholars care about face and refuse to admit that they have no food to eat.

Wang Yuan smiled: "Uncle Shanshan, I can't dig anymore, can you help me dig for a while?"

"Your bones are too weak. You are so tired from digging just a few grass roots. You have to work hard!"

Wang Hanshan shook his head, grabbed the hoe and swung it, causing the soil to fly like a plow.

In half an hour, a large area of ​​wasteland was dug up, and buckets and bamboo baskets were filled with grass roots.

Wang Yuan's face was full of joy.

"This kid used to live a life of debauchery, but now his family has been ruined and everyone treats him like a treasure!"

Wang Hanshan looked pitifully, put down his hoe and left.