In the eyes of Cao Jiao, the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu country, Yun Mengjie, the e-sports investor of the lighthouse country, helped him a lot.

They are still a little afraid of the e-sports investors in that lighthouse country, after all, the technology of that lighthouse is very advanced.

The e-sports investors in that lighthouse country, their financing ability is indeed far greater than that of the people in that Xuanwu country.

Luo Xian, the e-sports player who Tu Tuqiao, and Yin Baijian know that they are even strong in e-sports. Once these people face the attack of a super-notch esports player like the Esports Rain Man, they have little chance of winning.

In the eyes of those e-sports players under Cao Jiao, the e-sports investor Yun Mengjie must help their e-sports club raise funds in order for them to get high profits.

That Cao Jiao knew that he was lucky to be able to get the help of that Yun Mengjie.

In the eyes of that Cao Jiao, that Yun Mengjie not only has a set of e-sports, but also is very sincere to himself.

Although that Wei Taiqiang didn't believe in that Yun Mengjie very much, that Cao Jiao had always cooperated happily with Yun Mengjie.

In fact, that Yun Mengjie is really good to that Cao Jiao, and their interests are one.

Some newly grown wild vegetables such as dandelions and shepherd's cabbage no longer have to be eaten with handfuls of vegetables as before. Every day, a group of ragged women and children come out of the tent, carrying pieces of iron, sharp stones, or old knives, and carrying baskets made of bamboo branches or reeds, while Xu Qianqian and two boys go out with the group every day.

But the man had to work, and Wei Taiqiang continued to pull the cart as before, although the gradually longer and warmer days, sunny days and showers, filled everyone with hope and dissatisfaction. In winter, they work silently, barefoot in straw sandals, and endure the snow and ice under their feet. They come home in the dark, silently eat the food they have bought during the day with their toil and begging, and men, women, and children huddle together and fall asleep with their heads down, because food is so poor that they can only be reduced by not talking and sleeping. Wei Taiqiang's tent is like this, and he knows that it must be the same in every shed.

However, with the arrival of spring, the voice of speech also began to rise, and others could hear it. In the evening, when the twilight was still falling, they gathered around the tent to chat together, and Wei Taiqiang met this or that person who lived nearby but did not know him all winter. If only Xu Qianqian was the kind of person who could tell him what she heard, but he always tried his best to think about how to get back. He does not belong to this lowly person who clings to the wall of a rich family, nor does he belong to a wealthy family. He belongs to his land, and life can only be fulfilled if he feels that the land is under his feet, that he can plough the land in the spring, and that he can hold a sickle in his hand at the harvest. So he stood outside the crowd and listened to the conversation, because he understood that he had land, and he had good wheat fields that had been handed down from his father, and the fertile rice fields that he himself had bought from large families. Let's do it

These people always talk about money, how much a foot of cloth pays, how much a finger-long fish pays, or how much they can earn in a day, and at the end of the day, they always talk about what they would do if they had a lot of money like the master in the wall. The conversation ends like this: "If I had the gold of his house, the silver that he carries with him every day, the pearls that his little wife wears, and the precious stones that his eldest wife wears......"

When they talked about what they would do if they got these things, Wei Taiqiang always heard how much they were going to eat, how long they were going to sleep, what they had never eaten before, how to go to which teahouse to gamble, what kind of beautiful women to buy to satisfy their desires; And most importantly, how they stop working, even wanting to never work like the rich people in the wall.

At this time, Wei Taiqiang suddenly said loudly: "If I get those gold, silver and jewelry, I will use it to buy land, buy good land, and let the land produce more things." ”

Hearing this, they all turned around and accused him: "Ha, what a hillbilly, I don't know anything about life in the city, and I don't know what I can do with money." He's going to keep working behind the butt like a long-term worker! "Each of them felt that they deserved that wealth more than Wei Taiqiang, because they knew how to spend it better.

But this contempt did not change Wei Taiqiang's mind. This only caused him to lower his voice and say to himself in his heart: "Anyway, I will turn these gold, silver and jewels into land." ”

Thinking of this, his longing for his original land grew day by day.

Unable to get rid of his constant longing for the land, Wei Taiqiang saw in his dreams what was happening around him in the city. He accepts this and that strange thing, and does not ask why it is so, unless it does happen to him that day.

Wei Taiqiang had never learned the meaning of words on paper in his life, so this kind of white paper covered with black letters that was pasted on the city gate or city wall, or even given for nothing, meant nothing to him. But he's gotten this paper twice. ”

However, he stopped going out during the day, and he asked the older children to return the car to the place where they rented it, and at night he went to the store warehouse to pull the cart with goods. Although he could only earn half of the money he used to earn, he would rather spend the night pulling carts full of boxes, each with a dozen or so people, but the people who pulled the carts were still so tired that they made a burst of humming sounds. The boxes were filled with satin, cotton or cigarettes, and the smell of tobacco escaped through the cracks in the wooden boxes. Sometimes there are also vats of oil or vats of wine. There was a scene of fear and uneasiness everywhere in the city. During the day, horse-drawn carts carrying the rich and their delicate goods, satin clothes and bedding, their beautiful women and their jewels, were carried to the river by boat, and some were pulled to the stations where the trains came and went. Wei Taiqiang never went out on the street during the day, but when his son came back, his eyes opened wide and bright, and he told him loudly: "When we saw such and such a person, Wei Taiqiang remembered the kind of cake that Xu Qianqian used to make in the New Year, which was made with good rice flour, lard and sugar. He was salivating, but his heart was aching because of the longing for what he had lost.

"As long as we can go back to our homeland." He whispered.

Suddenly, he felt that he could not spend a day in such a tent. He couldn't even stretch his legs out from behind the haystack, and finally after bargaining, the farmer agreed to sell it for half the price he could buy for a cow in the local area. But when Wei Taiqiang saw the ox, he suddenly felt that the gold was nothing, and he handed the gold to the farmer and watched the farmer unload the ox from the yoke. He took the reins of the cow's nose and led it away