I Made 300000 a Year in Ancient Times

Er Mazi's mother is currently feeding her pigs. When she heard the sound, she immediately remembered some things that Er Mazi sneakily brought home last night with a smile. Keep safe and use it boldly, and also said that everyone in the village "earned" it today, and everyone got it together, so don't worry at all,

When she heard that there were a few decent people with whom she had been in contact with on weekdays, she also dubiously asked Er Mazi to take all those things back home.

It wasn't until Jiangzhu's desperate voice outside that she remembered that during this time, Er Mazi often talked about topics such as "Jiangzhu's father hasn't come back, he is probably dead", and then contacted Jiangzhu outside now. This mother could easily guess what "good" thing her unruly son did.

"Jiangzhu, don't be impulsive!" She walked out, her expression slowed down, and she tried to comfort the crazy child in front of her with both hands, and saw that the torch in his hand was only two palms away from the thatched roof of his house Now it is spring again, and it is the spring breeze that is blowing loudly. She realizes that if she is not careful, her home may really be burned to the ground by this fire, and there is no way to save it. Cold sweat has begun to break out on the forehead here.

"Jiangzhu, I don't know about this matter. Don't mess around. Don't worry. I will give you an explanation today. Keep your torches away from the thatch. Auntie will go get your things and return them to you. Don't worry. , I'll go in and tell Er Mazi to look for your things."

At this time, Jiang Zhu still maintained a vicious expression, acquiescing to Er Maziniang's words, but the whole person looked inside very vigilantly, ready to ignite the fire at any time, and if he found out that the other party was cheating, he would immediately attack and die together. Anyway, he is not afraid of death now, afraid of burning. Is it a house?

Ermaziniang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, turned around and walked into her yard, "Crack!" She slammed the gourd scoop she had been holding in her hand to scoop up pig food on the ground, and rushed aggressively with her waist Entering the house, he pinched Er Mazi's ears and dragged him out after two strokes.

"Oh! It hurts! Mom, what are you doing! It's so early in the morning." Er Mazi was sleeping soundly, but was woken up so roughly that he didn't realize what was going on outside, and looked at himself with a bitter face. Mother, I keep thinking about which absurd thing I did was discovered.

"Why do you say that you are not good enough to be a robber like others? If you are a robber, you go to rob rich landlords. You go to rob other people's ten-year-old children. How shameless are you? Come on, what did you take from others? Find it and give it back to others! Chop your head, when your father comes back, I will tell him to beat you to death!"

Er Mazi was startled: "Mom, how did you know?"

Ermazi Niang slapped her on the head, pointed outside and said, "Everyone is calling to kill you. If I wasn't at home today, you idiot would have been burned to death without knowing it!"

"What?" As soon as Er Mazi heard the fire, he picked up the hoe and was about to go out to beat people, "How dare that little devil come to the door? I can't kill him if I go out now, and I don't want to look at my wings. Yo! Mother, why did you hit me again?"

Er Mazi Niang pushed Er Mazi and said: "Fight Da Da Da, then those of you now will kill him, at worst your house will burn down, you go to jail, and my mother will remarry tomorrow! Alas! How nice, don't you think?"

Er Mazi hesitated for a moment, but still had a playful smile: "Mom, you are so old...why do you want to marry, who would..." Looking up and seeing his mother's "friendly" expression, he immediately changed his mind and ran in to find something, " I was wrong, I will take it and return it to him now!"

In this way, Er Mazi's mother forced Er Mazi to return not only Jiang Zhu's two hoes of different sizes, but also a piece of ham, a quilt, half a bag of rice, a whole bag of potatoes, and a sack of cornmeal.

These were all the grains that Jiang Zhu's father had worked so hard to save for Jiang Zhu before he went hunting in the mountains to prevent any accidents, but this was only part of it, and a lot of it was divided up by other gangsters in the village.

All these things were piled up in front of Er Mazi's house. He originally planned to ask for two hoes, but he didn't expect that Er Mazi's mother would return all the things.

Jiang Zhu heard all the conversations just now clearly, and thought to himself that his father once said that although Er Mazi is a worthless bastard, his mother is indeed a very decent person. Unexpectedly, his father's vision is also accurate. when……

Er Mazi looked at Jiang Zhu pretending to be fierce, and felt that the child was really pitiful. He sighed slightly, walked over and said, "Son, put out the fire. Madam will help you take these things home with you. This time." It's our family who can't stand you, alas."

Jiang Zhu hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and took the lead to pick up two hoes, and desperately tried to pick up half a bag of rice, but because he was too young, he couldn't lift it up, so he had to give up.

Er Mazi Niang helped to pick up the quilt, while forcing the reluctant Er Mazi to carry the bag of cornmeal, and was about to walk to Jiang Zhu's house, Jiang Zhu immediately said: "Not over there."

After leading the way, Er Mazi and his mother were very surprised when they reached the gate of Qu Qing's house, but they stopped asking Jiang Zhu because they didn't get a response.

Qu Qing's house is also 10 minutes away from Er Mazi's house, and it took him two trips to move all of Jiang Zhu's belongings to Qu Qing's house. Half of the gate of the yard was sitting on the ground while guarding the food, while waiting expectantly for Qu Qing's family to come back.

In fact, he really wanted to go to Qu Qing now and give him the hoe, but he was afraid that if he went, the things he finally got back would be stolen.

Er Mazi and his mother were walking on the way back, and asked very unhappy: "Mom, how can you not keep anything, his father is dead, anyway, he can't keep those things as a child, if he really dares If our house is burned down, at worst we will move to live in his house, since his father is also dead anyway."

Er Mazi's mother poked Er Mazi's forehead fiercely with her index finger: "Things that are not promising in penalty kicks, why can't you learn to be a robber? It's me and your father who indulged you too much! You said that Jiang Zhu's father is dead. Did you see the body? Did you go to the burial and dig the pit?"

"No……"

"Then why are you 100% sure that his father is really dead? If his father is not dead and he comes back and sees you forcing his son to death, do you think Jiang Zhu's father will take a knife and kill you?"

Er Mazi felt a little guilty: "This...he hasn't come back for a month, why didn't he come back if he was alive."

She sneered twice and said: "That was only a month, and even if he really died, you are so bullying people to death, you don't have to worry about that kid really coming here in the middle of the night and setting fire to your whole family? Don't be so desperate, besides, old people often say, don't bully young people to be poor. Besides, your family doesn't lack one or two bags of grain, one or two hoes, and a quilt. Live your own life. Although we are poor, we You don’t steal or rob, and you don’t provoke disputes. You are lucky, but you want to make a deadly feud with others. Do you think that your father is the current emperor, and he can protect you from whatever you do?”

Er Mazi smashed his mouth, shrank his head cowardly and stopped talking.

While Jiang Zhu risked his life here just to get back what belonged to him, Qu Qing was still digging the ground.

Today is Qu Qing's first day in this world. Yesterday, Qu Qing spent the whole day digging desperately, and he also dealt with about half an acre of land. He never expected it before, but it was just weeding and loosening the soil. It turned out to be that difficult.

When he got out of bed this morning, his sore muscles almost made him fall to the ground.

Especially his hands were the most painful, so he forced himself to work for a while, seeing that his face was not right, Hua Zizhou finally snatched the hoe into his hands and asked him to have a good rest.

He had no choice but to sit and rest on the side. Seeing that Huazizhou was working very hard, and asking Xixiu to keep saying that it was all right, Qu Qing frowned.

After finishing the work and taking a good rest, Qu Qing had time to think carefully about the strange atmosphere at home in the past few days.

In fact, after these two days, he was not so angry anymore. After all, no one in this world has a secret, even he himself is not hiding his identity as a time traveler.

The days to come are still long, he doesn't like to live in such a stiff atmosphere, but looking at Qu Xin who is timid and dare not approach him, and Hua Zizhou who is also timid and always looks at him with guilt, he doesn't know what to do for a while. How to bring up this topic.

Then he broke off a branch and wrote his five-year plan in the loose mud, and wrote a "1" under the five years.

He muttered: "We must first find a way to solve the food problem, but fortunately, the products here are also rich. If you are really forced to a dead end, the fruits on the mountain, the bark of wild vegetables, and the like must not be a problem for survival. , but to live a good life, you have to eat meat."

He thought carefully about ways to solve the current crisis, and came up with three. The first is to work for the landlord, but it is not yet known whether it is feasible; the second is to sell part of the land; the third is after literacy, Go directly to lobby Zhao Dahu, who wants to build a school, to open a school to teach, but the premise is to find a way to understand the language of this world first.

There is no bookstore in the village, and it is unrealistic to go to the town now. Besides, it is not sure whether there is a bookstore in the town here, and it is said that it takes a whole day to go to the town, which is too difficult, but in this broken mountain village, Where can he find things related to writing, after all, ordinary people can't read at home...

After thinking for a long time, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and remembered something-Spring Festival couplets!

This has been a tradition since ancient times. People who can read or not will stick a pair of couplets on both sides of their gates. As long as they see a couplet, they can be sure whether the characters in this world are familiar to them or not. Yet.I just don't know if the world will post Spring Festival couplets.

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and said to Hua Zizhou and Qu Dao, "Let's go, go home for dinner."

Hua Zizhou was actually a little tired, but he kept thinking in his heart, should he speak to him, should he speak, and if so, stop and look for him.

In this way, he never stopped to rest for 1 minute.

During this period of time, he wanted to speak clearly about himself and the cat several times, but since Jiang Zhu came, he hardly had anything to do with Qu Qing alone, and he couldn't say anything in front of outsiders.

Hearing Qu Qing's words, he came back to his senses, looked at the sun, and found that it was still early, and he didn't understand why he was going home just like that.

But... now there are only three of them, maybe it is a good opportunity to speak, let's say it now, he is brewing in his chest for a long time.

"I……"

"Let's go another way today. I'm a little tired of taking this way home all the time. Ah, did you just want to say something?"

Hua Zizhou finally mustered up the courage to burst the balloon that the junior punctured and deflated: "No...it's nothing."

The author has something to say: Hahahahaha!It's so fun to write something with such a rustic taste! !Could it be that I couldn't let go of my writing before because I didn't give full play to my country-style talent!Grass!

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 Sanmiao;

Going around the same list today, I saw that there are a lot of finished essays piled up on the copywriting of the big guys. So imposing and pretentious! (although it's useless)