Chapter 50 Conscience is the poison that makes money

Yun Lang told Huo Qubing about how to buy lottery tickets, and this young man with a very sense of justice pressed Yun Lang to the ground, pinched his neck and asked him to forget about it as quickly as possible.

"Tempting them to profit and driving the people to accumulate money without work can be called madness! Poison the world! ”

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

"Do you see it, believe it or not, if I give His Majesty such an idea, he may give me that piece of land for nothing, you know, I have provided him with a good way for the people to use it without giving it to the country.

There is no need for the official family to come forward, find a wealthy businessman to come forward, and the official family can make a guarantee at most, and it is nothing to get hundreds of millions of dollars a year. ”

"No, if you are short of money, let's find a way together, this method must not be used, if you use it, you will become a minister for thousands of years, and we will make contributions in the future, and we can't lose our reputation because of this incident."

Huo Quzhi's attitude is very resolute, which shows that this guy is also a waste who is not psychologically strong enough.

After thinking about it for a while, Yun Lang had to admit that he was also a fucking useless waste, because he didn't dare to spread this method in a world where the economy was all dependent on farming.

Dead people...... Definitely going to die, probably a lot of people......

"I can't think of this kind of perverted method in the future."

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

"She won't agree, my uncle's family has a lot of money, and my aunt has more money, they won't use this method to make money."

"What I mean when I say sell it to her is that if she doesn't give me money, I'll sell it to merchants like Zhuo Ji!"

"You're blackmailing!"

"Yes, if you look at how hard I've been these days, you can see how pitiful I am being coerced by your aunt.

Only allow her to blackmail me, not allow me to blackmail her, doesn't make sense? ”

Huo Quzhi covered his ears and said loudly: "Change the way, change the way, think about it again, it's great that we went into battle together to make military merits, and military merits are 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 ate it slowly, the red sorghum rice tasted suffocating, and the side dishes were only the leaves of sunflower and beans, not only the taste was bitter, but it also took a long time to chew before swallowing, the two pieces of bacon were cut as thin as paper, almost transparent, and melted with a lick of the tongue.

In later generations, it is estimated that pigs with a little more gold are not willing to eat it.

Since Yun Lang stood on the second floor and yelled - why am I so poor, Liang Weng, Chou Yong and the two of them are no longer ready to eat, Yun Lang still has sorghum rice to eat, and the four of them eat all millet rice with black beans.

Liang Weng very simplely believes that the reason why Xiaolang is poor is purely because everyone eats Xiaolang poor.

The family's money is used to buy land, and the whole family knows that tightening their belts to buy land is the right thing to do.

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

For the sake of future prosperity, they are willing to endure hardships now.

Huo Quzhi seemed to be very accustomed to this kind of food, and after eating a large bowl of sorghum rice, he stuffed those rough green vegetables into his mouth and swallowed them three or two times, and then said with a smile: "It's still more delicious than the food in the army." ”

Yun Lang swallowed the last sorghum rice, put down the bowl and chopsticks to look at the remaining grains of rice in the bowl, and said thoughtfully: "If I make a new type of military ration, is your uncle willing to pay for it?" ”

"No, the soldiers will go out on the expedition, and a team will bring one hundred and fifty catties of fried corn, three catties of dried meat, and three catties of pickles, which can be eaten for a month."

"What about the cavalry?"

"Double!"

"Can this be full?"

"There are birds and beasts to hunt in the mountains. There are wild grass and wood buds to pick up in the mountain streams. ”

"Are you going for a picnic or going to war?"

"Naturally, it's a battle! Okay, you don't have to fight the idea of the army, everything in the army has a precedent, and it must not be changed in the slightest. ”

Yun Lang lay on the floor with his back to the sky, looking at the sunset outside the window:

"It's still selling lottery tickets to make money quickly, in this world, as long as you want to be a good person, you will definitely wronged yourself and endure hardships just to seek peace of mind.

Those who have done all the bad things are alive and fierce, and they are so happy, I am really envious! ”

Huo Quzhi whispered: "Actually, there is no need to be so anxious, my aunt is actually thinking of a way for you."

Yesterday, when my aunt returned home, she said to my uncle, you are a great talent with a seven-trick exquisite heart, and the ingenuity of your mind is rare in the world.

Although it will be a silverfish for the country and a disaster for the people, it must be a disaster for the people, but it must be fed, and once the country needs it, it can solve the big problem.

So, just be patient, your aunt will solve this matter sooner or later, and you don't even have to spend money. “

Yun Lang shook his head resolutely and said: "Even if your uncle and aunt help me get the land back, I will definitely pay back the money in the future, do you know that the most expensive thing in the world is something that doesn't need money." ”

"My aunt has praised you as a national soldier, what else do you want?"

"Forget it, I won't tell you, the national soldier is generally called the national soldier after death, and there is no talent for the living, only chopping wood."

Although Huo Quzhi is smart, he is still young in the end, and he can't figure out the meaning of Bai Yunlang's words, and when he sees that Yun Lang can't listen to his words, he plans to leave, he has no habit of begging this person to listen to him.

Yun Lang grabbed Huo Quzhi and said, "Help me get a good horse, I'm going to go out recently." ”

"Where are you going?"

"To heaven!"

"Get out!"

Huo Qu scolded very badly, and the next day, he rode a gray mare.

"The horse is docile."

Yun Lang rode this horse, and after walking around the city, he finally determined that Huo Quzhi was telling the truth, this horse was indeed very docile, and he would not run at all, even if he whipped it, he would not run, he would only walk!

"Xiaolang, this is a spring horse specially ridden by women and women, since he was a child, he has been tied to four hooves with a rope, he can only walk slowly, he will fall if he runs fast, and slowly, he will not run."

Liang Weng cherished the first horse in the family.

When Chou Yong and Worm heard that it was a horse for women to ride, they were reluctant to go away, and stood aside and eagerly prepared to ride.

Yun Lang returned to the room to prepare to return to Lishan, and the things that were missing in the mountain were all packed in a big baggage by him, and when the time came, he could walk as long as he tied it to the horse.

In fact, there is nothing to prepare, and the supplies in the mountains may be more abundant than those in Yanglingyi.

Some plasters, snacks, water and wine, spices, soft linen that was beaten, two deep clothes, two hats, which were packed in a backpack by Yunlang, and some millet and rice, had to be hung on both sides of the horse's neck.

The gold at home was taken to Changping by Huo Qubing under Yun Lang's repeated requests, even if it was a fixed money.

After cleaning up, Yun Lang sat on the terrace and watched Chou Yong and Xiao Worm take turns riding horses in the yard.

They were really happy, and the laughter like silver bells filled the small courtyard, which made this somewhat quiet courtyard somewhat lively.

"Xiao Lang is leaving tomorrow?" Liang Weng went upstairs, sat opposite Yun Lang and asked in a low voice.

"Well, tomorrow we will enter the forest garden and see where our manor should be chosen."

"Yes, it's to take a good look, the family has a lot of money to buy land, although it is buying furniture, it is too ruthless, and the old slave is worried that it will hurt the vitality of the family."

Yun Lang smiled, took out a small bag from his sleeve and handed it to Liang Weng and said: "Here is one ingot of gold, two ingots of good silver, you put it away, and use it as a flower for this time at home, as for the copper coins, they are all in the small box upstairs, and the key is in Chouyong."

When I am not there, you don't go out easily, just renovate my room at home according to the drawings I left, Huo Qubing will come over often, if there is anything that can't be solved, tell Huo Quai, he will naturally help you. ”

Liang Weng took the small burden, opened it in front of Yun Lang, confirmed that the money in it was consistent with what the master said, took it into his arms, bowed down and said: "Xiao Lang, don't worry, the old slave and the others must guard the family yard and wait for Xiao Lang to come back." ”

Yun Lang smiled and nodded, and then refocused his gaze on the startled ugly Yong.

It was only at this time that Yun Lang felt that the ugly and the little worm were very small, and they were just children.

The grain of this era matures naturally, but as for man, it is ripened raw.

A woman can marry after she becomes popular at the age of twelve or thirteen, and a man can have a wife and concubine at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

There are countless scenes of little husbands dragging their little wives around the streets.

Watching them speak and do things in an adult tone one by one, 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 painting, he does not belong to this picture, no matter how he stirs his wings, the life of the people, birds, fish, and insects in the painting seems to be undisturbed.

This gave him a deep sense of pride, like a hermit who had walked out of a cave where he had been trapped for many years and looked down at all living beings like gods.