Reborn on the day of marriage! After the marriage exchange, the elder sister went crazy

Li Jinglan held a hammer and pointed at the doorman with a frown on his face.

"The doorman is a slave, and my husband is the head of the Lu family. How dare you stop my husband from going out? This is using a slave to bully his master, and you should be sent to the authorities for investigation."

Li Jinglan turned to look at Lu Zhongyu: "Zhongyu, what's his name?"

Lu Zhongyu was bullied by his family for four years.

Li Jinglan dared to slap the doorman in the face.

I couldn't help but cheer for Li Jinglan in my heart.

Hearing Li Jinglan calling him, he responded crisply: "Sister-in-law, his name is Zhang Cheng, and he is the great-nephew of my grandmother."

"We'll report him to the police and sue him for using a slave to deceive his master. If he doesn't have a contract to sell his body, then he's a thief who sneaked into the Lu family to steal."

Li Jinglan gave Zhang Cheng clear arrangements and then went to open the door.

Zhang Cheng was stunned by Li Jinglan's blow with a hammer.

Li Jinglan was both the emperor and the imperial court, and in the end they would send him to the authorities for investigation. He was so scared that he was shaking all over.

I didn't dare to stop it at all.

Just let Li Jinglan open the door.

Squeak!

Listen to the sound of the door opening.

Lu Bozhou tried his best to see with all his eyesight.

But I could only vaguely see a silhouette outlined in red pen.

She tilted her head slightly.

The clothes fit well and the posture is elegant.

That smell of confidence is fascinating.

Li Jinglan turned her head to meet Lu Bozhou's eyes and smiled faintly: "Husband, please."

Several old farmers passed by the Lu family carrying hoes.

As soon as he saw Lu Bozhou, he saluted with surprise and joy: "Mr. Lu, are you cured?"

Lu Bozhou smiled and nodded: "See you later."

"Are you seniors going to the fields?" Li Jinglan greeted them enthusiastically.

When the old farmers saw her in her wedding dress, they knew that she was Lu Bozhou's wife.

He quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Madam. We are getting ready to go to the fields."

"While it's not too hot, we can start working early so that we can take a nap at noon." Li Jinglan asked with a smile, "Old man, where is your land?"

The old farmer pointed, "It's next to Mr. Lu's yard. The land on the higher ground is where I planted the crops."

Li Jinglan turned to take a look and gave a thumbs up: "I see your wheat is growing better than others. This year's harvest should be two dan."

The old farmer was a little surprised: "You can also check the harvest?"

Li Jinglan pursed her lips and smiled: "My great-grandfather and his ancestors were farmers. My grandfather passed the imperial examination and became a student. My father passed the imperial examination and bought land. Speaking of which, I am also a descendant of a farmer. I even have a few irrigated plots of land in my dowry."

The old farmer suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Lu Bozhou was a scholar.

Ken nodded at them, and they all felt honored.

Li Jinglan actually chatted with them about the harvest and even claimed to be a descendant of farmers. She was really friendly.

I saw Li Jinglan supporting Lu Bozhou and walking towards the Lu family’s ancestral tomb.

An old farmer said, "If Mr. Lu's illness is cured, should we pay less rent in the future?"

"The Lu family is too cruel. They charge us 60% rent. When Mr. Lu was here, they only charged 30%."

Lu Xiucai is Lu Bozhou's father.

After he said this, the other old farmers fell silent.

There was no concept of percentage in ancient times, and 6/10 means six-tenths.

Now we practice crop rotation instead of growing crops every year.

This piece of land can be planted for one year and then left uncultivated next year.

If we don't rest, the soil fertility will not recover and we will hardly be able to harvest any grain.

The Lu family even took over the fallow land and demanded rent for it.

According to court regulations.

Lu Bozhou's father was a student on government stipends, receiving six dou of rice per month, exempted from taxes on eighty mu of land, and exempted one person in his family from Yao service.

After Lu Bozhou's father passed away, the Lu family should have paid taxes.

But the county had looked at Lu Bozhou's paper and believed that Lu Bozhou could pass the examination and become a scholar before he was sixteen years old.

I was so happy to do this favor that no one came to collect rent from the land.

The Lu family collected rent and put it all into their own pockets.

But he turned around and abused the Lu brothers and sisters.

This is also the reason why the neighbors applauded when the Lu family was wiped out by "bandits" in their previous life.

It doesn’t matter if the Lu family dies out.

Li Jinglan just feels sorry for the people of the world.

Lu Bozhou's life has experienced many ups and downs.

Psychological distortion is inevitable after being stimulated.

After ascending the throne, he encountered disobedient ministers, and Lu Bozhou believed that killing people could solve all problems.

As a result, the ministers regarded Lu Bozhou as a reputation refresh point and sought death one after another.

Some hit their heads against pillars in the court, some knelt and died outside the hall, and some took the initiative to parade through the streets after being beaten with a stick in the court, as if what was hitting them was not a stick but honor.

The scholars among the people did not think about studying to serve the country every day, but instead racked their brains to write articles to curse the emperor.

The knights-errant among the people all wanted to do was to break into the palace and assassinate the tyrant emperor, and then have him torn to pieces and tortured to death, in order to gain a good reputation after his death.

The emperor and his ministers quarreled every day, and the ministers also quarreled every day, and party struggles continued.

No one cares about the lives of the people.

The people are living in misery.

All the officials blamed all the faults on Lu Bozhou.

After Lu Bozhou died, the conclusion written by the historian was enough to make Lu Bozhou so angry that he jumped out of his coffin.

"He was a tyrant and a fool. He did not cultivate moral governance and arbitrarily killed innocent people. He was pointed at by thousands of people and died of a painful illness."

Then the ministers used the posthumous title "Yang" to kick Lu Bozhou, who had just been angered by the historian, back into the coffin.

After visiting the grave.

Li Jinglan helped Lu Bozhou stand up and walked towards Teacher Wang's house.

Xishui Village is located in Nanli County.

Nanli County is less than a hundred miles away from the capital and is under the jurisdiction of Jingzhao Prefecture.

There is a saying that goes, "If one is unlucky for three lifetimes, he will be a county magistrate; if one is evil for three lifetimes, he will be a provincial capital; if one is full of evil, he will be a capital city."

After passing the imperial examination, no one was willing to come to the county town to serve as a county magistrate.

Some people even made the heroic act of resigning and returning home.

The imperial court was really helpless against the troubles caused by the scholars.

It was stipulated that only nobles in the court were allowed to serve as county magistrates in a few counties within the capital.

Most of the teachers were fellow Jinshi or Juren.

Since moving to Xishui Village, Lu Bozhou's father has become good friends with Teacher Wang.

Teacher Wang once praised Lu Bozhou's father as a god-like figure like a carefree cloud and wild crane.

I heard the servant report that Mrs. Lu Bozhou wanted to see her.

Teacher Wang hurriedly said, "Please come in."

The teacher's wife was shocked: "I heard that Bozhou is suffering from tuberculosis. How dare you let him in? Your grandson has just been born."

Teacher Wang was a square-minded scholar. He glared at his wife:

"So what if he has tuberculosis? Today is the second day of his wedding, and he comes to visit me. He sees me as his uncle, so how can I not see him? Don't say anything more, and go and prepare the gift for the meeting."

Li Jinglan did not go into the house after entering Wang's house.

Instead, he stood outside the house and saluted.

Seeing that she didn't enter the house, the teacher's wife's expression softened: "It's been hard on the journey, are you Bozhou's new wife?"

Li Jinglan smiled and replied, "Yes, my last name is Li! My husband said that my father-in-law and my uncle have been friends for many years and are as close as brothers. Today, Bozhou asked me to kowtow to my uncle."

Teacher Wang nodded slightly: "Your father-in-law and I did have a deep friendship, it's a pity that he passed away so early..."

When talking about his good friend, Teacher Wang's expression became gloomy.

After sighing, he asked again, "How is my nephew Bozhou?"

Li Jinglan replied, "Although it's not healed, it's fine now. My husband has been allergic to tung oil since he was a child. When my father-in-law and mother-in-law were alive, they didn't dare let him touch tung oil."

"After my father-in-law and mother-in-law passed away, our family fell into poverty and we replaced the candles at home with tung oil. My husband's eyes became irritated and he could not see clearly. He also coughed frequently."

"There were those villains who maliciously spread rumors, saying that my husband had tuberculosis..."

Having said this, Li Jinglan fell to his knees with a thud.

"I beg you to have mercy on me, uncle, and please set aside a courtyard in the mansion, lock the door, and send my husband three meals a day and paper, pens and books. After my husband finishes the college entrance examination, I will come and invite him home."

After Li Jinglan finished speaking, she put her hand on her forehead.

Prostrating on the ground.

"I beg you to have mercy, uncle."