Chatting is really an embarrassing thing. Especially when he learned that his ideals had deviated from www.biquge.info the Ming national policy from the beginning, Wei Shui's heart was not only embarrassed, but even collapsed.

"Second uncle, I really have to go to sleep. You know, we're going to ...... tomorrow," Wei Chuyi chattered in Wei Shui's ear.

What are you going to do tomorrow? Wei Shui didn't hear it clearly, but it didn't matter anymore. He raised his hand and shook it slightly, signaling that he had no opinion. Wei Chuyi yawned again, and said vaguely to Wei Shui, "Then you go to bed early" or something like that. When he got up and passed by Wei Shui's side, he seemed to mumble something again. The voice was very small, Wei Shui still didn't hear it clearly, probably saying "I really don't know what to toss all day".

Toss what? Being able to toss unscrupulously is also a kind of happiness, okay? As an ancient person, under the hierarchical concept of Shinong, industry and commerce, if you don't participate in the imperial examination and are not officials, can you still get ahead? Can you still be a master? Can you still live a good life? In this loveless world, Wei Shui felt a strong malice.

"Or else...... Go back to your old business, right? Wei Shui unconsciously said the words, and the abrupt voice couldn't help but startle himself.

How can you go back to your old business? Wei Shui immediately secretly complained in his heart about his spineless thoughts. But on second thought, if he didn't go back to his old job, what would he do? Moreover, the family is so poor, and his brother is a guy with all kinds of poisons, and he spends money like water. If you don't find something to do, will you starve to death?

That's enough! Da Ming is so rich, but he is so poor, is this really good?

Wei Shui sat on the threshold until dawn. The monotonous, but tireless nightlife ended, and Wei Shan was drunk and full of alcohol, and walked towards the door leisurely.

Originally, Wei Shui was waiting for him at the door, just to tell him about his ideals. When he is confused and the best way to convince, tell him the truth that knowledge changes fate, one person attains the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascend to heaven. But now it seems that there is no need for that. So, when Wei Shan walked up to him, holding on to the door frame, and looked down at him, he didn't say anything except look back.

Wei Shan's eyes were hazy, and he looked down at his younger brother, who used to be eccentric and now even more eccentric. In the middle of the night, he burped, crossed him, and went into the courtyard. He staggered on his feet, and even if there were no obstacles, he would be mixed with himself from time to time. When he was about to reach the door, he almost tripped over a broken jar.

When Wei Shui heard the sound and looked back, he happened to see him fly up with a kick and kick the broken jar that was in the way and fly out. Hit the brick wall next to it, made a crisp sound, and in an instant, it was shattered.

Wei Shan cursed in a low voice and continued to walk towards the south house. Wei Shui stared at his swaying back, swallowed his saliva, and forcibly suppressed his nervousness. Turn back and put your hand over your ear.

Poor traps...... Maybe it can't be called a trap, it's just a siren or something, and it's easy to break by a drunk. The next scene, Wei Shui doesn't need to see it, he can imagine it.

Alert? Is there a big difference between having and not having it? Wei Shui has always felt that such a reminder is too redundant. Because of this, in addition to arousing Wei Shan's anger in advance and letting him vent his unhappiness in the casino last night, I am afraid it will not have any other effect.

The house quickly became chaotic. A one-sided situation cannot even be called a fight, but a pure beating. Including Wei Chuyi, none of the three people living in the South House were spared. Even if he covered his ears, the noisy noise still stimulated Wei Shui.

Domestic violence, in Wei Shui's view, is a manifestation of a man's incompetence. When you are angry outside, you go home and spill at your wife and children, is this what a man should do?

However, soon, Wei Shui felt that he didn't seem to have any position to blame this incompetent man. As soon as he came, Wei Shan was drunk and in a bad mood, and he didn't shake his fist at him; Second, when people committed murder, Wei Shuike didn't have the courage to go up and stop it. In fact, this can't be regarded as cowardice, after all, helping the world has to be built on the basis of being good alone, isn't it?

What's more, there are a dozen or three in the house, Wei Chuyi and Wei Fifteen, none of them can be regarded as completely powerless, but they didn't fight back. If people don't help themselves, what can Wei Shui do? So, he sat down at the door with peace of mind and loaded the mushrooms.

The brawl did not last long, and the violent factor produced under the influence of alcohol also fell into dormancy under the influence of alcohol. Wei Shan lay down on the bed, snoring like thunder, and Wei Shui could hear it when he sat at the door. Wei Chuyi and Wei Fifteen took tools to clean the messy south house and courtyard. Wei Shui's sister-in-law, Wei Yang, who was born as a prostitute, looked at the bronze mirror, carefully covering the wounds on her face.

She's going out to pick up some work. Whether it is sewing and mending, or protecting the media, as long as she can make money, she is willing to do it. Otherwise, Wei Shan drinks and gambles for money, and the family eats, drinks and wears, where does the money come from?

Sure enough, as the old saying goes. In this world, there are only unaffordable blessings, and there is no unbearable suffering.

Wei Shui let out a long breath and stood up.

Although he was very reluctant to return to his old business, the result of a night of careful thinking was that he really had no other ability than to return to his old business. He is not Wei Shan, nor is he the Wei Shui of the past, his personality dictates that it is impossible for him to rely on a woman to make money to support him with peace of mind.

Shaoxing Mansion is worthy of being a large mansion with eight counties under its jurisdiction, and all kinds of shops are gathered in the market. Small stalls and vendors set up stalls along the street, selling hard, and it looks very lively. However, due to the different things sold and the ability to do so, some people can make money, and some people only have to watch others make money.

Wei Shui only walked around the street once before he met such a vendor with a sad face.

He sells small cloth dolls the size of half a hand. According to the vision of contemporary mechanization, it may not be very refined. But in the era of pure handmade in Daming, it is already a very good thing. It looks good, and the colors are eye-catching. In front of the stall, many people stopped to see, but no one bought it.

Taking advantage of the fact that the previous group of people walked away, and the latter group of people had not yet stepped forward, Wei Shui stepped forward to inquire.

"This young master, dare to ask how you sell this puppet?" Wei Shui asked, pointing to a doll.

The little vendor looked up when he heard the sound and saw Wei Shui's clothes, and immediately showed an impatient expression on his face, "Get out of the way!" It's no wonder you're so unlucky to meet your timid neighbor early in the morning! ”

Although the hawker had a bad attitude, Wei Shui had no intention of leaving. If he hadn't learned from Wei Chu last night that he belonged to a lowly family like a beggar, he wouldn't have shouted "young master" to a hawker. So since it's already a cheap status, shouldn't it be looked down upon by others? Besides, for the sake of an emotional sentence that does not shed skin and flesh, it is not worth ruining the opportunity to make money?

Wei Shui smiled, leaned forward, and said softly: "Young master, I have a way to make money here, do you want to hear it?" ”