Reborn as a rebellious son like a wolf

On the stone path, a simple carriage was speeding along. An old man was sitting on the board driving the carriage. The person sitting in the carriage was Tang Mo, who was dressed plainly and carried only a small bundle.

Inside this small bundle was a few simple changes of clothes for him, but he was sent to the Tang family ancestor's house without a single bank note.

Wang didn't give him a tael of silver, so he didn't believe that Tang Chang didn't know, and even if he knew, he acquiesced, saying that he regarded his son as dead at all.

The Tang family's ancestral grave was a little far away from the Tang mansion. They set off at dawn and it was now approaching evening, and they didn't even eat lunch at noon.

Looking at the fields flying by outside and the setting sun on the other side of the mountain, Tang Mo smiled evilly, and took out a few silver notes from his boots, all of which were 100 taels of 100 taels, and there were 1000 taels in total.

Hmph, he's not the idiot that the original owner was. Wang wanted to punish him, but there was no way.

Putting the bank note close to his body, Tang Mo leaned against the carriage to rest for a while.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped slowly, and the driver said angrily, "Here we are."

Tang Mo opened his eyes, kicked open the curtain and stepped out, looking at the mountains stretching out, and the greenery was like the sunset glow. At the foot of the mountain in front of him was an old two-story house. There was a well-cultivated field next to the house, and many vegetables were planted on it. , There are eggplants, green beans, spinach, lettuce, and potato seedlings planted in the innermost part. There are no weeds and the growth is good. It can be seen that the planters are very patient.

As soon as he landed, the carriage couldn't wait to leave, not even wanting to stay for a second.

Tang Mo came to the small house, just about to open the door, when suddenly the door opened from the inside, and an old man in his 70s or [-]s came out.

The old man had a vicissitudes on his face, wrapped in old clothes, and he could still see a patch on the side of his waist, and the cuffs were a little threadbare. Even so, the old man's clothes were very clean, and he knew that the vegetables next to him must have been grown by him without asking.

The old man should have heard the news a long time ago, and said in a low voice, "Come in."

Tang Mo nodded at him and said, "Thank you for opening the door."

After finishing speaking, he carried his small baggage and stepped into the high threshold and entered the house.

The old man looked at his extremely polite appearance, only glanced at him, and slowly closed the door.

The house is old but not broken. There are new and old bricks on the side porch on the ground, but none of them has gaps. It can be seen that the Tang family repairs it every year.

But yes, the ancients attached great importance to ancestral tombs and Feng Shui, so naturally they would not be sloppy.

Tang Mo took a look, there were several vacant rooms in the courtyard house, but he didn't know which one was clean.

Turning to look at the old man, he smiled and said, "I don't know what the old man's name is?"

Anyway, the Tang family has given up on him, so if he wants to just be himself, he doesn't have to pretend to be uncomfortable every day.

Those who can be thrown here will definitely not be the confidantes of Tang Chang and his wife.

The old man glanced at him and said coldly, "Just call me Shanbo."

"Shanbo, I don't know which room I sleep in?"

"Sleep as you like, every room is clean, but you have to make the bed yourself, if you don't know how to make it, you can go to sleep." Shan Bo thought for a while, and said: "It's almost useless to play with me, Tang Mo, you are a I know exactly what virtue is. Let me tell you, don’t even think about going back after you come here, your father will never pick you up, so you should stay here with peace of mind.”

After finishing speaking, without even looking at him, he directly picked up the shovel next to him and walked outside with the vegetable basket.

Tang Mo randomly found a room with excellent lighting to check in. There was only a bed, a table, a chair, and a small wardrobe in the room.

But yes, this house is only for the grave guards, so naturally it won't be much better.

It was getting dark outside, Tang Mo cleaned up the bed, found some porridge in the kitchen to fill his stomach, went back to the room and fell asleep, he was exhausted after driving for a day, as for whether to take a bath, wait for him Wake up and talk.

Shanbo came in from the outside when he was lighting the lamp. He looked at the extremely quiet courtyard, put down the basket in his hand in surprise, and walked towards the only room with light.

Looking in through the half-open door, I saw Tang Mo lying on the neatly made bed, sleeping soundly, not to mention how comfortable his expression was.

Shan Bo was very astonished, he knew exactly what Tang Mo was like, and it would not be an exaggeration to call him a beast.This person looks like Tang Mo in nothing except his appearance. If the Tang Mansion hadn't personally sent him here, he would really have thought he was someone with the same appearance.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a son who has been pampered since childhood to adapt to this place so quickly. Who would have thought that he not only tidied up the room neatly, but also slept very soundly. He is not like a son who grew up in a wealthy family. It's embarrassingly tight.