"1850, Boss Liu, have you thought about it today, to sell it or not?" Standing by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, Wang Churen, who was dressed in a noble costume, caressed Ye Yingying's shoulder with his palm, experiencing the taste of climbing high and looking at the scenery with great interest, and the words in his mouth were light and leisurely.

Sitting on the table and chair, the shopkeeper Liu was uneasy, his fat face was tangled, and some sweat appeared on his broad forehead, this was the third time he received an offer from the young man in Chinese clothes in three days, the first time on the first day was 2000, he didn't take it seriously, the second time the next day was 1950, he scoffed, this time it was 1850, he finally couldn't sit still.

After thinking about it for three days, he was still entangled, because of this war, he had lost 400 yuan, and now because there is no source of customers, he is still losing money at a rate of nearly 5 yuan a day, which is still a situation where he doesn't need rent.

Song and Jin clashed with each other, the Song army was defeated, Xiangyang was almost captured, now Jin is strong and Song is weak, the previous Song and Jin peace negotiations are invalid, and there will be more and more wars in Xiangyang City in the future, and the city may be breached soon, and everything will be snatched up at that time, and it is necessary to sell it, but he is really unwilling to sell it at this price, almost half.

He also wants to hold on, wait until the business is stable, and the price will go up and then sell, if Xiangyang is in the offensive to hold it, it will be better, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future, what if you can't do it in the future, what if you are besieged and die in Xiangyang......

Letting go of Ye Xiaoniang, who lowered her head and ears were red, Wang Churen turned to look at the shopkeeper Liu, who was still undecided, moved to the table and chair, and said: "I heard that Boss Liu has sold the farm outside Xicheng, and I think he plans to live in other places in the future, if this is the case, why don't you sell the house next to the inn to me as well, and I will give a good price, a total of 700 taels of silver, how about it?" ”

"Settle in cash?" Shopkeeper Liu moved, the outbreak of the war made the silver more expensive and cheaper, everyone wanted to take the silver and run away, and there would be more surpluses in silver, and in the future for the convenience of moving home, he would have to exchange copper money for silver, which had to be cut by someone, and it was a large sum of money to come and go, and he thought clearly, and saw that Wang Churen nodded and confirmed, and should admit: "Deal!" ”

The two sides checked the items of the inn and restaurant together, and signed the contract under the notarization of the bookstore, and took the deposit paid by Wang Churen, Liu shopkeeper moved his trembling body quickly and quickly, and the money and things were cleared within ten days, he had to go back as soon as possible to pack up the household belongings to be taken away, I don't know when the Jin soldiers will be killed, and it will be miserable if they can't run away.

After Ye Yingying waited for the fat man to go away, she couldn't hold back the heartache of missing a lot of money, and said to Wang Churen with mist in her eyes: "Son, you can still do business after buying a shop, why do we want to buy such a big house, it's a lot of money!" ”

This is a sense of identity, Wang Churen likes it very much, holding her head with both hands, wiping off the wetness she is holding with her thumb, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, my little Yingying is only 1,000 yuan, and the broken shop and house actually cost 3,000 yuan, it's really ......."

Seeing that Ye Yingying's mind was diverted by this sentence, she turned to a serious face and said: "Your son-in-law is not a farmer who eats in the field, nor is he a businessman who must be compared, he is not a citizen or an official, but he wants to be a master who is beyond the temples and rivers and lakes and is free in the world, money is just a means for me, not an end, it doesn't matter if the money is gone, as long as people are there, they will have money, this kind of mentality will slowly understand after I teach you kung fu." ”

Seeing that she understood but didn't understand, Wang Churen pinched her face and said his plan: "Why do you want to buy inns and restaurants, because I want to open inns and restaurants to many places, and when we go out, we can have a comfortable place to sleep and eat delicious things, as for buying a big house, that's because I want to take some subordinates and raise some thugs, so that no one will dare to bully us in the future, whoever wants to provoke us, it doesn't matter who he is, a group of people used to bully him to death, for example, Jin Bing is going to come and rob us of things, We're going to click all the gold soldiers who came to grab things, you know? ”

Ye Yingying finally understood such a straightforward explanation, but she still couldn't understand Wang Churen's thoughts, shouldn't she live a life step by step, in the face of the radiant Wang Churen, she was silent, maybe this question is not what she imagined, just like she can't understand why her father can't pass the Jinshi exam every time, but he has to waste money to take the exam, maybe she was born an uninformed mountain girl, and when she came to her mouth, she finally retracted her words, and just nodded silently.

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The weather in December was full of the chill of slaughter, and in the corner of the west gate of Xiangyang City, many poor people who had fled from the surrounding areas of Xiangyang were placed here, fighting hunger and cold with numbness, and surviving with a little relief from almsgiving.

A few days ago, Jin General Wanyan Kuang attacked Zaoyang and Suizhou, and the rich people had already run to Hanyang, Ezhou, an important town in the rear, while some poor villagers could only hide in the nearby Xiangyang front.

The Xiangyang guards were afraid that there would be Jin soldiers among the fleeing people, so they made a refugee camp and gathered it, and those who had no one to prove and could not prove themselves were imprisoned here, and they were given food to some hungry people every day, and a team of officers and soldiers were sent to take care of them.

"Childe, they are so pitiful!" The kind-hearted Ye Yingying felt sympathy for the tragic situation of these people, but she knew that she couldn't help them, and she couldn't help them, because there were thousands of people here.

Although the tragic situation here touched Wang Churen a little, there would not be too many waves in his heart at all, this scene would be too normal in the next few decades or even hundreds of years, and it was even just a pediatric, just hungry and cold.

When the Mongols came, such treatment may be happiness, Wang Churen shook Ye Yingying's hand to express comfort, and at the moment he restrained his thoughts, and seriously searched for the target he needed among these people, he had just received the house he bought, and there was no slave servant, so he had to find a family to do errands first.

Skipping his gaze directly over the crowds of people, he specifically searched for observation among the scattered refugees, and in less than a moment, a refugee family with all the conditions entered his field of vision.

It was a family of three, and instead of being in a crowd like many refugees, they were hugging each other and standing in a corner, which was exactly what Wang Churen wanted, and the three of them were weaker than the others, and there was a boy of eight or nine years old to be trained.

Wang Churen, who found the target, immediately found the team officer who was guarding the refugee camp, took out the Southern Song Dynasty Du Mu that Wang Laodao had handled for him to prove his identity, said the reason, spent one or two silver, and asked the team officer to let the family of three take out.

Hearing that the soldiers said that someone had given their family of three as a guarantor, the refugee family was full of surprise, and the refugee camp really couldn't stay in this camp, so they helped each other out of the refugee camp tremblingly.

Wang Churen looked carefully, although most of the clothes on the three of them were shabby, the smell was not heavy, the man was thin, there was a trace of clarity in his bitter eyebrows, his hair was messy, and the three strands of mustache on his white face were quite neat, and he seemed to be a reader. The woman leaning against the man was unkempt, wrapped in rags, and the wide rags covered almost the entire body, judging from such a deliberate cover-up, the posture was probably okay, and the child's head and face were shrunk in the woman's arms, and the eyes that occasionally probed were also full of horror, and they shrank back.

The refugee man went out of the camp gate, and saw that it was a beautiful boy with a jade tree in the wind and a beautiful girl with a beautiful girl who came forward to protect him, and the last bit of worry hidden in the joy was gone, and he said with a grateful face, and said in the most sincere voice with sincere tears: "Villain Lu Dafeng, thank you for your help and life." ”

After a closer look, Wang Churen was even more satisfied with this family, seeing that this man named Lu Dafeng who was not standing very steadily was about to kneel down as he spoke, this place and the state of these three people were obviously not suitable to say more, Wang Churen hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, signaled him not to use, and said: "Don't be polite, Mr.'s family should go back with me first, and we will talk about it later." ”