Seiwa

Contrary to Meng Qinghe's expectations, Meng Chongjiu did not come to ask for interest, on the contrary, he came to give money to Meng Qinghe.

Two guanbao banknotes and five hanging copper coins, according to the prices in the last years of Hongwu, can almost buy back a stone of rice, which is one hundred and twenty or thirty catties.Leaving aside Meng Qinghe, it was enough for the women in the family to eat for two or three months.This is by no means a small sum, it can be called a generous gift.

In the era when the use of gold and silver was not allowed, food was the hard currency, and the salaries received by officials were all food.In the year of Hongwu, the food was distributed in full, and in the year of Yongle, the grain and banknotes were distributed together, so depressed that it was useless to scratch the wall.The salary level has remained the same for decades, but the money you receive keeps shrinking. There is nothing more deceptive than this.It's no wonder that all kinds of fire consumption and ice charcoal will become unspoken rules in officialdom.

Meng Qinghe was very surprised. Few things can surprise him so much.

"Uncle Jiu, why is this?"

Meng Chongjiu rolled up his cuffs and smiled, "This is a kindness from Uncle Jiu. There will be other purchases from the Japanese clan, and all food, clothing and utensils will be sent."

Seeing that Meng Qinghe was still puzzled, Meng Chongjiu simply explained the key points, and Meng Qinghe suddenly understood.

He joined the army as a civilian, not his own business.Before he goes to the guard, the members of the Meng clan should pay for him to buy equipment, which is called Fengchun money.In addition, when Zheng Ding at home went to the guard, Yu Ding was often accompanied by him, and his wife would also accompany him if he was married.

"You don't have brothers in your family, you can choose the children of the clan to accompany you."

"Thank you, Uncle, for teaching me."

"No need." Meng Chongjiu waved his hand, "If Twelfth Lang wants to, the grandson of my husband's family can also accompany him."

Uncle Jiu's grandson?

Meng Qinghe remained calm on the surface, but he began to calculate in his heart that all military households were granted land, and it was said that there were [-] acres of land. Based on himself, the possibility of exhaustion was relatively high, and finding someone was necessary.

"Does my cousin know about this?"

"It's okay, Shi Shi Lang just nods."

Meng Chongjiu twirled his beard with one hand, and smiled very kindly. Meng Qinghe was speechless for a while, and really wanted to shed tears of sympathy for a certain distant cousin.

Fortunately, this is not his grandfather.

From the beginning to the end, Meng Chongjiu didn't mention "humanity" at all, as if he forgot.Meng Qinghe wanted to speak a few times, but he was distracted by his few words. Instead, he repeatedly said that in the future, Meng Qinghe and his family can directly ask each other for matters.

Don't ask for interest, don't ask for the principal, and give money to others, which is unreasonable no matter how you look at it.

The only explanation is that what Meng Qinghe can pay back now is not considered by Meng Chongjiu.

Putting a long line to catch big fish, long-term investment?

After two cups of tea, Meng Chongjiu got up to say goodbye. Meng Qinghe walked him all the way to the gate, looking at the old man's gray hair and slightly stooped back, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes.

The old fox seems to be quite optimistic about himself. Could it be that he thinks that he will have a great fortune?If he knew what his lofty ideals were, would he vomit blood in anger, pick up the soles of his shoes and beat himself hard, while beating his chest and crying that he was wrong?

No matter how you look at it, there is a risk of losing money on this investment.

Meng Qinghe leaned against the door, looking up at the white clouds floating in the sky, shouldn't he warn the old man in advance?In two lifetimes, it was rare for him to show kindness once.

"Uncle Twelve?"

Third Sister Meng's voice sounded behind him, and when he turned around, two little lolis were holding hands, looking at him with big eyes fluttering.

The heart-shaped arrow hit his chest, and Meng's strange soul instantly ignited. Even for these two little girls, his ideals had to be reconsidered!

Before dinner, Meng Qinghe handed over the treasure notes and copper coins sent by Meng Chongjiu to Meng Wang.

"Are these sent by your ninth uncle?"

"En." Meng Qinghe nodded, sniffing the aroma constantly wafting from the kitchen, his stomach growled involuntarily.With a wry smile, if those bad friends knew that sorghum pancakes could make him drool, would his jaw dislocate from laughing?

Holding the treasure note, Meng Wang hesitated to speak, Meng Qinghe simply said: "Mother, I only have you and two sister-in-laws in my family after joining the army. If you have any problems, please ask Uncle Jiu for help."

"But this favor..."

"Mother, don't worry, the son has his own concerns. Also, you keep the copper coins, and exchange the treasure notes for rice grains as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"Prevent devaluation." There is no reserve fund and unlimited issuance of banknotes is a miracle, and it is strange that it does not depreciate.

"Oh." Although he didn't understand the specific meaning of the depreciation, Meng Wang knew that the value of the banknotes was getting lower and lower every year.Since Twelfth Lang said he wanted to change the food, let’s change it. There is food at home, so don’t panic, “That’s good, you can go on the road with peace of mind.”

Peace of mind...on the road?

The corner of Meng Qinghe's mouth twitched, and he looked up at the beam.

Mother?Mother also.

The Chinese language is really broad and profound.

That night, Meng Shierang lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, feeling sleepy.After a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. It was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky again.

The old cat in the corner was extraordinarily energetic. After doing all the searching, it slipped out from the half-open door, not knowing whether it was to catch mice or meet a lover.

The next day, the rooster sounded three times, Meng Qinghe got up, washed up carefully, ate the morning food, and walked out of the house for the first time.

Several women in the village were fetching water by the well. Seeing Meng Qinghe passing by, the bucket almost fell into the well.In fact, since Meng Guangzhi's funeral, Meng Qinghe seldom left the house, even though his reputation spread throughout Wanping County and was spreading to the entire Beiping Mansion.

"Second Aunt, Ninth Aunt."

Relying on the memories left in his mind, Meng Qinghe called people all the way, but he didn't make a mistake.

Walking through the only dirt road in the village that has been repaired with gravel, and passing a few acres of fertile land that originally belonged to his family, but now it belongs to Meng Guangxiao, he happened to meet Meng Qinghai in a Confucian shirt.

"Big cousin."

Seeing that it was Meng Qinghe, Meng Qinghai was stunned for a moment, and did not react until Meng Qinghe bowed his hand to salute. Just as he was about to return the salute, the other party passed him and continued forward, leaving only a soft word in his ear: "Brother, you are smart and pretend to be smart. It's two different things."

Meng Qinghai's dark complexion changed, and a few people from his tribe happened to be walking towards him. Meng Qinghe suddenly turned around, and said seriously: "My foolish brother is already a widowed mother and a widowed sister-in-law. The eldest cousin is a student, so you shouldn't disregard etiquette. Watching day by day.”

Seeing several clansmen stop, Meng Qinghe deliberately raised his voice, and continued: "In the past few days, the eldest cousin has been standing in front of the door every day, but the family of the foolish brother has closed the door and still can't sleep. And there are rumors in the clan. After hearing about it, my mother I wash my face with tears day and night. It doesn’t matter if my brother suffers some grievances, but it’s not the son of man’s doing to make my mother worry! I really hope that my first cousin can understand me a little bit, and don’t do things like this again, otherwise I will ask the old man in the middle to judge!”

After the words fell, he bowed deeply, his tone was extremely helpless, and his attitude was extremely sincere, vividly interpreting an image of a misunderstood but forced to suppress his anger.

Twelve Lang's family is barren, and Da Lang keeps watch every day. The Twelve Lang's family can't even sleep well... It seems that many of the Twelve Lang's fields belong to Da Lang's family?

Twelve Lang is a pure and filial man who has been praised by the county magistrate, but Da Lang's character?

A few clansmen stood by the roadside, their expressions were intriguing, looking at Meng Qinghai like a weasel trying to steal a fat chicken from a neighbor's house.

Meng Qinghai explained that it wasn't true, and it wasn't true if he didn't explain it. He opened his mouth to argue, but he could only describe it more and more darkly.His face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to black. For the first time in his life, he had the urge to kill.

Meng Qing's skills in hurting people are extraordinary, and he is not at the same level as everyone in the school.Scholars also have to take into account the face of their classmates, but he has no such concerns.Under the full firepower, even Meng Qinghai couldn't stand it.

How to get black, how to cheat people, how to cheat people, black death pulls down, cheating is over.

Anyway, Meng Qinghai didn't have a good idea, and it was pointless to convince others with reasoning.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that there are many loopholes in his words, but the excitement of gossip and the truth are never on the same level.

Meng Qinghai was so angry that his anger rose, but Meng Qinghe was in a good mood.

With this psychological quality, you still want to challenge the difficult profession of "hypocrite"?

Should he tell this man the stories of "Gentleman's Sword" and "Sunflower Book"?

If you want to practice magic skills without leaving the palace, it is absolutely impossible.

Meng Qinghai was left in place, and Meng Qinghe was sure that starting today, the rumors in the village would be replaced with a new version.He doesn't care about himself, but his family.After he joined the army, there were only female relatives left in his family, so it would be good to have less trouble.

After another half a cup of tea, Meng Qinghe finally arrived at the destination of the trip.

Standing still in front of the two gray-black wooden doors, with a deep breath in his dantian, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Meng Liushi pushed open the door and almost thought she was dazzled when she saw someone coming.

"Twelve Lang?"

"Cousin aunt."

Meng Qinghe bowed to salute, Meng Qingjiang walked out of the house when he heard the movement, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "You little bastard, what are you doing here?!"

"Aunt Tang, my nephew came to the door this time to ask for something."

Meng Qinghe ignored Meng Qingjiang's glaring gaze, and only talked to Meng Liushi. Seeing the movement, Meng Liushi hurriedly let Meng Qinghe into the house.

Meng Guangxiao was sitting on the edge of the bed, just after taking the medicine, when he saw Meng Qinghe, he immediately lowered his face.

"Lord Boss." Meng Qinghe took two steps forward, "Your nephew is being polite."

After saluting and raising his head, Meng Twelve Lang smiled gently, showing his eight teeth perfectly.

For some reason, Meng Guangxiao's scalp suddenly began to tingle.

Half an hour later, Meng Twelve Lang walked out of Meng Guangxiao's house, with the five-guan banknote and three hanging copper coins in his arms.

After brushing off his sleeves, he met a neighbor who was inquiring, and said gently: "Today, to visit the uncle, the uncle took pity on him, and gave Qinghe Baochao a few copper coins, and said that he would not have to pay it back. If it is Qinghe, he must pay it back, but he will not Recognize him as cousin."

"Really?"

"That's true." Meng Qinghe laughed out his eight teeth again, and dropped another bombshell, "The lobby uncle is kind, waiting for Qinghe to go to the border guards, and let the fourth cousin go with him."

Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.

Could it be that Boss Meng is willing to let his son be a sub account?

Seeing that everyone wanted to ask more questions, Meng Qinghe just smiled, "Boss, he is actually a good man."

Meng Guangxiao, who had been issued a good person card by Meng Qinghe, was lying limp on the bed at the moment, while Meng Qingjiang squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, his face full of unwillingness.

Meng Liushi gave Meng Guangxiao his chest, and said: "Silang, your father can't do it either."

Meng Qingjiang was not as usual, but stood up suddenly, and shouted: "What is a son?! Dad is just a big brother!"

After the words fell, he turned and went out without looking back.

At the same time, at the Xiqianhu Office in Kaiping Weicheng, Shen Xuan, who was dressed in a blue military uniform, put his hand on the hilt of his sword and knelt on one knee, "I have seen Qianhu!"

Zheng Qianhu looked at the heroic young man in front of him with complicated emotions.

This is a hot potato, but it must be continued.

The conductor makes the adults know, and he knows it too.The conductor gave the adults an excuse to avoid seeing him, but he couldn't.

However, Zheng Qianhu thought for a moment. If it weren't for the bloody and fierce aura of fighting on the battlefield, he would most likely mistake him for a scholar.

Put on a Confucian shirt, and you will be a gentleman.

It is not an exaggeration to be as gentle as jade and as bright as the moon.

However, this gentleman can kill people.