Chapter Seventy-Two: Castle Peak Base Camp

Li Yan looked at a dozen little beggars and eight winery boys moving heavy broken boxes one by one, and asked in a low voice, "Stinky boy, these ...... Won't it be ......? ”

"It will be!"

"Huh? Is it really ......? ”

"Sure enough!"

"NND, it's really the best money to earn if you lack virtue! A tile street can earn so much silver in a few months, what kind of tired kiln sisters have to become? ”

Song Wen rolled his eyes: "There are only tired cattle in the world, and there are no rotten fields!"

Li Yan thought for a while: "It makes sense!"

Song Wen suddenly frowned, and said in a low voice: "Do you know that a wealthy businessman in Jiangnan who has recently died of his wife has become obsessed with Chunniang?" Knowing that Chun Niang is no longer accepting customers, she still pursues spending money every day...... also swore that he would marry Chun Niang and go back to be his wife! Chun Niang rejected several times, and this guy is still dead-faced...... However, I see that Chunniang is tired of this wind and moon field, so ...... I only want to ask you one thing, do you want to take Chunniang away from Wazi Street? ”

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, frowned and sighed...... "Chun Niang is a good woman, and her temperament is also my will!" It is...... It's that I've been in the rivers and lakes for 40 years, and I have achieved nothing! If you can't do ruthless deeds, you can't be a big man, and you won't be able to turn around the outside of Mali if you invest in the powerful...... I know that they just want to take advantage of me as a fool, and even my senior brother is afraid that he will end up like this! You said...... If I let Chun Niang follow me, what will I give her? Splendor? Or is it a dignitary in front of people? I'm forty years old, old...... Don't delay her. ”

Song Wen sneered: "People are old and ambitious? So what army do you still vote for? You can be an old beggar for a lifetime, or you will show me the nursing home for half your life, and I will give you ten yuan a month...... Enough for you to eat and die! ”

"Little bunny, it's itchy, isn't it? Dare to talk to your grandfather like this, did you forget the taste of being beaten by Zama after not teaching you boxing for two months? ”

Song Wen snorted: "Chun Niang's redemption of the silver has been saved enough, a total of three thousand taels!" Chun Niang said, don't look at family wealth, only look at sincerity...... Whoever can be good to her for a lifetime, she will go with whom! The gentlemen and businessmen in the capital who heard the news in the past few days have all moved their minds, but it is still the rich businessman in Jiangnan who is the most sincere. You old man, really don't join in this fun, it's embarrassing to be insincere......"

"You...... I...... Alas......"

Li Yan has been depressed all day long, and Song Wen has not bothered to take care of him.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Wenxian appeased the five tenants, promising that no matter how much the land produces, they would only receive 30% of the rent! The five tenants thanked them again and again, and went back happily.

Lin Chong asked in a low voice, "Brother, we don't lack those buckets of food, why don't we exempt them from rent?"

Song Wen looked at Lin Chong: "This is the rule, whether to collect or not to collect how much is our business, and whether to pay or not to pay how much is their duty!" I can give them a hundred taels of silver, but they still have to pay me thirty percent of the rent...... And this is already the lowest rent around Bianliang and even in the Great Song Dynasty! As long as everyone can do their part, it is a truly peaceful and prosperous world...... Even in troubled times, relying on the rules that cannot be beaten by iron, whether it is marching to fight or guarding one side! They are the foundation of the world's lives...... Do you understand? ”

Lin Chong thought about it carefully and nodded.

An Chun and a dozen young beggar-born teenagers silently distributed cooking cakes and dry food, as well as water in wooden barrels.

More than seventy teenagers had already washed and cleaned up next to the well, and now they were wearing clean clothes, clutching the steamed buns and cooking cakes that had been sent down, and looking at Song Wen and Lin Chong with tight faces.

Li Yan, who rescued them from the sea of suffering, explained that their master was this tall young man who looked a little thin...... Brother Wen!

Song Wen was a little surprised, and An Chun next to him whispered, "Brother, are they ...... They don't dare to eat, you have to speak! Eat, for them they will either be beaten or they will have to be minions......"

Song Wen's heart tightened, and he quickly raised his right hand ......, "Listen!" I will be yours from now on...... Your brother! In my life, Song Wen, I only accept brothers and not slaves...... Because I myself was a little slave who was abducted and trafficked by people's teeth back then! So, even if I have how much money and how much industry! I will also do my best to save the people who can save my life, as long as you are obedient in the future, I will not let you starve if I have a bite to eat! Let's stay warm and survive in this world...... Now, eat! ”

A group of orphans clutched the dry food in their hands and looked carefully at Song Wen who was standing in front...... Then suddenly they began to gobble up, choking and burping one by one, but they were reluctant to drink water.

Song Wen knew that something would definitely happen to these trembling little beggar orphans who ate too much at once, but he still couldn't help but let An Chun boil three pots of broth......

The house was not enough to live in for a while, so first set up a few large bunks with dry wheat straw, and six female dolls were placed in the backyard, and the rest could only live in the warehouse first.

After settling these children, Song Wen only felt that his head was as big as a fight for a while! An Chun and the others are all little beggars who struggled to survive on the streets of Bianliang, and now they are dead set on him, but after all, they are better taken care of. The eight winery boys are not a few years younger than Song Wen, and now they all regard themselves as Song Wen's henchmen.

But the youngest of these orphan dolls is only seven or eight years old, and the older ones are eleven or twelve years old...... This, how is this going on? Cooking, washing, and taking care of them is a problem...... It's okay to say that the grain and silver are more than enough for Song Wen to feed them now, but they are lacking...... It's a woman! A woman who can take care of the housework......

The woman Song Wen can find a lot, but they are all Qinglou sisters with all kinds of flowers! Take care of these dirty and timid dolls, I'm afraid that these dolls will survive better than those sisters...... What else can these girls do without men?

Song Wen returned to the old courtyard with a sad face, and Li Yan smiled bitterly...... "It's troublesome now, I can teach them martial arts!" But I really don't have a curse to settle them to eat, drink, and Lazar...... Otherwise, how many grandmothers shall we hire? ”

Song Wen gritted his teeth and said, "Since it's all a blank piece of paper, let's start over!" It's a big deal, just keep them according to the rules of military training, let them learn to read and write, practice martial arts, and have weapons to ride horses and shoot arrows...... I'll build another training ground! ”

Li Yan was silent for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Rabbit cub! You also say you don't want to rebel? Are you raising the dead? ”

The next day, Anchun was left to watch the family cook. Song Wen wore an old cloth robe, followed Li Yan and rode a few horses, and took Li Erlang and the three best young men down the mountain...... The seven of them are going to recruit some artisans from among the homeless beggars!

Blacksmiths, carpenters, masons. Now Song Wen urgently needs someone he can trust to help build his Zhuangzi, and who can cherish a hard-won food and clothing more than a homeless escape?