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Chapter 50: Conscience is a poison that makes money

Yun Lang told Huo Qieyi about how to buy a lottery ticket. This very just teenager pressed Yun Lang to the ground, pinched his neck and asked him to forget it with the fastest speed.

"Induce to profit, drive people to gain money for their hard work, it is a heartbreaker! Liudutianxia!"

This is Huo Qubing's view on selling lottery tickets.

"You do n’t look used to it, do n’t you believe it, if I give His Majesty such an idea, he might give me that piece of land in vain, you know, I have provided him good idea.

There is no need for an official to come forward and find a rich businessman. The official will make a guarantee at most. It is nothing to get hundreds of millions of money a year. "

"No, if you are short of money, we will find a way together. This method is absolutely unusable. If you use it, you will have thousands of ancient ministers.

Huo's attitude towards illness is very firm, which shows that this guy is also a waste that is not strong enough.

After thinking for a while, Yun Lang had to admit that he and his mother were a useless waste, because he did not dare to spread this method in a world where the economy was entirely farming.

Will be dead ... Absolutely dead, may die many people ...

"In the future this kind of abnormal way can't be thought."

"I was just thinking about selling this method to your aunt!"

"She will not agree, my uncle's family has a lot of money, my aunt's money is more, they will not use this method to accumulate money."

"I said to sell to her-if she didn't give me money, I would sell this method to the merchants Zhuo Ji!"

"You are threatening!"

"Yeah, just look at how hard I have lived these days to know how pitiful I am being threatened by your aunt.

Only let her threaten me, not let me threaten her, doesn't it make sense? "

Huo went sick and covered his ears and said loudly: "Change another method, change another method, you think about it again, it's great that we are fighting for military power together. Military power is still very valuable."

Yun Lang smiled bitterly, spread his legs and sat on the wooden floor, sadly picked up a bowl of sorghum rice and slowly ate it. Red sorghum rice ate his throat, and the side dishes were only leaves of sunflower and beans, which not only tasted bitter It takes a long time to chew to swallow. The two pieces of bacon are cut as thin as paper, almost transparent, and the tongue licks and melts.

This is in later generations, it is estimated that Jingui's pigs are not willing to eat.

Ever since Yunlang stood on the second floor and shouted-why am I so poor, Liang Weng and Chou Yong no longer prepare ready meals, Yunlang also has sorghum rice, all four of them eat Rice with miso added black beans.

Liang Weng thinks very plainly that the reason why Xiaolang shouts poor is simply because everyone eats Xiaolang poor.

The family's money is used to buy land. The whole family knows that tightening their belts to buy land is the most correct behavior in their minds.

As long as you have your own land, you will never be hungry in the future.

For the future prosperity, they are willing to suffer now.

Huo went sick seems to be very comfortable with such meals. After eating a large bowl of sorghum rice, and then swallowing those rough green vegetables in two or three swallows, he smiled and said: "It is better than the meals in the army."

Yunlang swallowed the last sorghum rice, put down the chopsticks and looked at the remaining grains of rice in the bowl, thoughtfully: "If I make a new type of military food, would your uncle want to pay for it?"

"No need, the soldiers go on a trip, and they carry 150 pounds of cooked corn, three pounds of dried meat, and three pounds of pickles, which can be eaten in January."

"How about cavalry?"

"Times!"

"Can this be enough?"

"Mountains have birds and beasts for hunting. Mountain streams have wild plants and buds to pick up."

"Are you going to cook or go to war?"

"Naturally it's combat! Well, you don't have to fight the military. The military has everything, there are examples, and no changes can be made."

Yun Lang was lying on the floor with his face up, looking at the sunset outside the window:

"It's still quick to sell lottery tickets to get money. In this world, as long as you want to be a good person, you will definitely grieve yourself and endure the tribulations just for peace of mind.

Those who have done bad things are all living dragons and tigers. "

Huo went sick and said in a small voice: "In fact, there is no need to be so anxious, my aunt is actually trying to find a way for you.

Yesterday when my aunt returned to her house, she said to my uncle, "You are a talented person with a deep mind and a rare mind.

Although it is the country's beetle that let it go, it must be a disaster for the people, but it must be supported. Once the country needs it, it can solve big problems.

So, just wait patiently, aunt will solve this matter sooner or later, without even paying you money. "

Yun Lang resolutely shook his head and said: "Even if your uncle helped me get the land back, I will definitely repay the money in the future. Do you know that the most expensive thing in the world is something that does not require money?

"My aunt praises you as a countryman, what else do you want?"

"Forget it, I won't tell you, the sergeants are generally called sergeants after they die. There are no talents alive, only chopping wood."

Huo went sick although he was smart, he was still very young, and he couldn't understand the meaning of Yunlang. When Yunlang couldn't hear his words, he planned to leave. He didn't have the habit of asking this person to listen to him.

Yunlang took Huo to the sick path and said, "Help me get a good horse, I will go out recently."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to heaven!"

"Go!"

Huo went to scold very badly. On the second day, he still rode a gray mare.

"This horse is docile."

Yun Lang rode this horse, and after walking around the city for a lap, he finally determined that Huo Qiezheng was telling the truth. This horse is indeed very docile and will not run at all, even if it is pulled with a whip, it will only run. go!

"Xiaolang, this is a Yuchun horse dedicated to women and women. Since childhood, he has been tied to four hoofs with a rope. He can only walk slowly. When he runs fast, he will wrestle. Slowly, it wo n’t. Ran."

Liang Weng loved to wash the first horse in the house.

Chouyong and Xiaoworm heard that this is a horse for women, so they were reluctant to walk away and stood ready to ride.

Yun Lang returned to the room to prepare for the things back to Lishan. The things that were missing in the mountain were packed in a big bag by him, and he could walk as long as he was tied to his horse.

Actually there is nothing to prepare for, and the supplies in the mountains may be more abundant than Yanglingyi.

Some plasters, snacks, water and wine, seasonings, very soft sackcloth that was beaten, two deep coats, two hats, packed in the backpack by Yunlang, and some millet and rice, had to hang on the sides of the horse's neck .

The family's gold was taken by Huo Qubing and given to Changping by Yun Lang's repeated requests, even if it was a fixed deposit.

After was packed, Yun Lang was sitting on the terrace, watching ugly Yong and bugs alternately riding in the yard.

They were really happy. The silver bell-like laughter filled the small courtyard, making this somewhat quiet courtyard a little angry.

"Xiaolang tomorrow?" Liang Weng went upstairs and asked quietly across from Yunlang.

"Well, go to Shangyuan tomorrow, and go to see where our estate should be selected."

"Yeah, it is necessary to take a good look, a lot of money at home to buy land, although it is to buy furniture, spend too much money ~ www.readwn.com ~ Old slaves worry that it will hurt the vitality of the family."

Yun Lang smiled and took out a small baggage from his sleeve and handed it to Liang Weng said: "There is a gold ingot and two good silver in it. You have collected it and it will be used for the time at home. As for the copper coins, they are all upstairs. In the small box, the key is there.

When I am away, you do n’t want to go out, just renovate my room at home according to the pattern left by me. Huo Qubing often comes over. If there is something that ca n’t be solved, tell Huo Qubing, and he will help you out naturally. "

Liang Weng took the small burden, opened it in the face of Yun Lang, confirmed that the money in it was the same as the master said, and put it in his arms, bowing: "Xiao Lang, although assured, the old slaves must keep their homes and wait for the small Lang came back. "

Yun Lang smiled and nodded, then re-focused on the startled ugly body.

It wasn't until this time that Yun Lang felt that ugly and worms were very small, and they were just children.

The grains of this era are naturally mature, but as for people, they are ripened by life.

A woman can marry after she turns red at the age of twelve or three, and a man can have a wife and concubine at the age of thirteen or four.

There are countless scenes where the little husband drags the little wife around the street.

Looking at them one by one in adult tone, Yun Lang wanted to laugh very much.

However, they are serious, very serious, because, this is their life, their destiny.

Yun Lang is a butterfly flying outside the picture. He does not belong to this picture. No matter how he incites the wings, the life of people, birds, fish and insects in the painting seems to be undisturbed.

This gives him a profound sense of pride, like a hermit walking out of a cave that has been trapped for many years, looking at the living creatures, looking down like a god.