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

Two treasure banknotes, five copper coins, according to the price of the last years of Hongwu, can almost buy back one stone of rice, equivalent to one hundred and twenty or thirty catties. Aside from Meng, it is enough for the female dependents of the family to eat for two or three months. This is by no means a small amount, and it can be called a generous gift.

In the era when gold and silver were not allowed, grain was hard currency, and the money received by officials was grain. Hongwu also distributed the grain in full, and when it came to the Yongle Year, the food treasure banknotes began to be distributed together, and it was useless to scratch the wall when he was so depressed. The salary level has been the same for decades, but the treasure money in hand has been shrinking, and there is nothing more deceptive than this. It is no wonder that all kinds of fire consumption, ice and charcoal will become the unspoken rules of officialdom.

Meng was surprised, few things could surprise him so much.

"Uncle Nine, why is this?"

Meng Chongjiu clutched his cuffs and smiled, "This is a little bit of Uncle Jiu's heart, there is another purchase in the Buri clan, and clothing, food and utensils will be sent." ”

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

He joined the army as a private household, and it was not his business alone. Before he went to the guard, the people of the Meng clan should pay for him to buy clothes, which is called Fengchun money. In addition, when the family is going to the guard, Yu Ding is often accompanied, and if he is married, his wife will also accompany him.

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

"Thank you uncle for your advice."

"Not necessarily." Meng Chongjiu waved his hand, "If Twelve Lang is interested, the inferior grandson of the old man's family can also accompany him." ”

The grandson of the ninth uncle?

Meng was silent on the surface, but he began to calculate in his heart, the military households have been granted land, it is said that there are fifty acres, and by himself, the possibility of dying of exhaustion is relatively large, and it is necessary to find someone.

"Does my cousin know about this?"

"It's okay to do this, Twelve Lang can just nod."

Meng Chongjiu twisted his beard with one hand, smiling very kindly, Meng was speechless for a long time, and really wanted to tear a handful of sympathy for a distant cousin.

Thankfully, this was not his grandfather.

From beginning to end, Meng Chongjiu did not mention the "human favor" at all, as if he had forgotten it. Meng wanted to speak several times, but he was also diverted by him in a few words, but said again and again that in the future, the Meng family can directly trust each other.

Don't ask for interest or principal, and give money away, no matter how you look at it, it's unreasonable.

The only explanation is that what Meng can return now is not in the eyes of Meng Chongjiu.

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

After two teas, Meng Chongjiu got up to say goodbye, Meng kept sending him to the gate, looking at the old man's gray hair and slightly sloppy back, a touch of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

The old fox seems to be quite optimistic about himself, doesn't he think that he will have a great creation? If he knew what his lofty ideals were, would he be so angry that he vomited blood, picked up the soles of his shoes and beat himself hard, beating his chest and crying that he had lost his eyes when he saw it?

No matter how you look at it, there is a danger that this investment will lose money.

Meng leaned against the door, looking up at the white clouds floating in the sky, should he remind the old man in advance? In two lifetimes, he rarely had a good heart.

"Uncle Twelve?"

Meng Sanjie's voice sounded behind him, and when he turned around, the two little Loli were holding hands, looking at him with big eyes.

The heart-shaped arrow hit the chest, and the soul of Meng someone's strange Shu Huang instantly ignited, even for the sake of these two little Lori, his ideals must be discussed again!

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

"These were sent by your ninth uncle?"

"Yes." Meng nodded, smelling the aroma constantly wafting from the stove room, and his stomach couldn't help but scream. With a wry smile, if those bad friends knew that the sorghum cakes could make him drool, would he dislocate his jaw with laughter?

Meng Wang took the treasure money, and when he wanted to speak, Meng simply said: "Mother, after I joined the army, there are only you and two sisters-in-law in the family, and you can ask Uncle Nine for help in case of trouble." ”

"But this person ...... favor"

"Don't worry, my son has his own plans. Also, you can keep the copper coins, and the treasure money will be exchanged for rice as soon as possible. ”

"Why?"

"Prevent devaluation." There are no reserves, and the unlimited issuance of banknotes is a wonder, and it is strange that it does not depreciate.

"Oh." Although he didn't understand the specific meaning of depreciation, and the treasure money was getting less and less valuable year by year, Meng Wang's family still knew it. Since Twelve Lang said that he wanted to change the food, then change it, there is food at home, and he is not panicked, "It's okay this way, you can also go on the road with peace of mind." ”

Peace...... Hit the road?

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

Mother-in-law? My mother too.

The Chinese language is really broad and profound.

That night, Meng Shishilang lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, and he didn't feel sleepy. After a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, it was clear that someone was going to be unlucky again.

The old cat in the corner of the wall was particularly energetic, and after learning about Suosuo, he got out of the crack in the half-open door, not knowing whether to catch mice or lovers.

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

Several women in the tunzi were fetching water by the well, and when they saw Meng passing by, the bucket almost fell into the well. In fact, since Meng Guangzhi's funeral, Meng has rarely gone out of the house, even if his reputation has spread all over Wanping County and is spreading to the entire Beiping Mansion.

"Second aunt, ninth aunt."

Relying on the memories left in his mind, Meng walked all the way to call people, but he was not mistaken.

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

"Big Lobby."

Seeing that it was Meng, Meng Qinghai was stunned for a moment, and only reacted when Meng gave a salute, and just about to return the salute, the other party had already passed him and continued to move forward, leaving only a light sentence in his ear: "Brother Hall, being smart and being smart are two different things." ”

Meng Qinghai's dark color changed, and he happened to meet a few clansmen, Meng suddenly turned around, and said: "The foolish brother is already a family with four walls, and there is a widow and a lonely sister-in-law, and the lobby brother is a person who reads, so he should not ignore etiquette and keep watch every day." ”

Seeing that several clansmen stopped, Meng deliberately raised his voice and continued: "In the past few days, Brother Zhenri of the lobby has stopped in front of the door, and the foolish brother's family still can't sleep with the door closed. And there are rumors in the clan that the mother washed her face with tears day and night after hearing about it. It doesn't matter if the foolish brother is wronged, but it is not the son of man who worries his mother! The foolish brother really hopes that the lobby brother can be considerate, don't act like this again, otherwise the foolish brother will ask the old man to comment! ”

The words fell, deeply moved, the tone was extremely helpless, and the attitude was extremely sincere, vividly interpreting an image that was misunderstood but forcibly suppressed and angry.

Twelve Lang's family is surrounded by four walls, Da Lang keeps watch every day, and the Twelve Lang family can't even sleep well...... Twelve Lang's fields, it seems that a lot of them belong to the Da Lang family?

Twelve Lang is a pure filial piety person who has been praised by the county, and Dalang's character?

Several clansmen stood on the side of the road, their expressions were very intriguing, and their eyes looked at Meng Qinghai as if they were looking at a weasel who wanted to steal the fat chickens in the neighbor's house.

Meng Qinghai explained no, and if he didn't explain, he couldn't argue, but he could only describe it darker and darker. His face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to black, and for the first time in his life, he had the urge to kill.

Meng Zhenren's skill is extraordinary, and it is not the same number as everyone in the school. Scholars also have to take care of the face of their classmates, but he has no such concerns. Under full firepower, Rao is Meng Qinghai couldn't parry.

How to come in the dark, how to pit people, how to pull down the black death, and the pit death is over.

Anyway, Meng Qinghai is not a good idea, and it is meaningless to convince people with reason.

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

Meng Qinghai was so angry that his liver was angry, but Meng was in a good mood.

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

Shouldn't he tell the story of the "Gentleman's Sword" and the "Sunflower Treasure Book" to this person?

If you want to practice divine skills, you don't want to go to the palace, that's absolutely impossible.

Meng Qinghai was left hanging out, and Meng was sure that from today onwards, the rumors in Tunzi would be replaced with a new version. He doesn't care about himself, but he cares about his family. After he joined the army, there were only female dependents left in the family, and it was always good to have less trouble.

After walking for about half a cup of tea, Meng finally reached the destination of this trip.

Stand still in front of the two gray-black wooden doors, breathe down the dantian, raise your hand, and slap the door.

Meng Liu pushed open the door and almost thought he was dazzled when he saw someone coming.

"Twelve?"

"Aunt Cousin."

Meng bowed and saluted, Meng Qingjiang heard the movement, walked out of the house, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "You little brute, what are you doing?!" ”

"Aunt Tang, the little nephew came to the door this time, and I really have something to ask for."

Meng ignored Meng Qingjiang's angry gaze, and only talked to Meng Liu, seeing that the movement attracted neighbors, Meng Liu hurriedly let Meng into the house.

Meng Guangxiao sat on the edge of the bed, had just taken medicine, and when he saw Meng, he immediately lowered his face.

"Uncle Lobby." Meng took two steps forward, "The little nephew is polite." ”

After saluting and raising his head, Meng Shishilang smiled gently, perfectly displaying his eight teeth.

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

Half an hour later, Meng Shishilang walked out of Meng Guangxiao's house, carrying five treasure banknotes and three copper coins in his arms.

Dusting off his sleeves, he met the neighbor who was listening, and said gently: "Today is to visit the lobby uncle, and the lobby uncle has mercy, and he gave a few treasure banknotes and a number of copper coins, and said that he does not need to pay it back. If you have to pay it back, you don't recognize him as an uncle. ”

"Really?"

"That's true." Meng laughed out eight teeth again, and threw out another bombshell, "The lobby uncle is kind, wait to go to the border guard, and let the fourth cousin go with him." ”

Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.

Isn't it, Boss Meng is willing to let his son be a subscriber?

Seeing that everyone wanted to ask again, Meng smiled freely, "Uncle Lobby is actually a good person." ”

Meng Guangxiao, who was issued a good person card by Meng, was paralyzed on the bed at the moment, and Meng Qingjiang was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, his face full of unwillingness.

Meng Liu rubbed Meng Guang's chest with filial piety, and said, "Shilang, your father is not allowed either." ”

Meng Qingjiang was not as good as before, but stood up violently and shouted, "What is my son?!" Daddy is just a big brother! ”

The words fell, turned around and went out, and never looked back.

At the same time, in the west of the Kaiping Acropolis, Shen Xuan, who was dressed in a cyan military attache uniform, pressed the hilt of his sword with his hand and knelt on one knee, "I have seen a thousand households under the mark!" ”

Zheng Qianhu looked at the heroic young man in front of him, and his mood was quite complicated.

It's a hot potato, but it has to be continued.

The commander makes the adults know the way, and he also knows the way. The commander gave the adults an excuse to avoid it, but he couldn't.

However, Zheng Qianhu thought about it, if it weren't for the bloody and fierce spirit of the battlefield, he would mistakenly think that this was a scholar.

Put on a Confucian shirt, and you are a gentleman.

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

It's just that this gentleman can kill.