Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What if I got it?"

Liu Youcai looked cunning: "If you can get it, I won't collect the interest! If I can't get it, I will sell myself as a slave to me, what if I don't?"

Li Shihan's pretty face changed: "Husband, don't agree!"

This black-hearted landlord wanted him to sell himself as a slave. Wang Yuan was angry, but he wrote two contracts and took out the red ink: "Sign up, seal it!"

"good!"

After writing down the crooked name and pressing the red fingerprint, Liu Youcai left with a trick on his face.

With this prodigal connection, you will definitely not get 40 stakes in three days.

Although the little beauty's family is rich, she always wants her to leave this prodigal son and cannot borrow this money.

If you make this bet, you will earn a child's slave for nothing, and you will sell it for dozens of cents of money!

It is one step closer to the Liu family's goal of covering an area of ​​1,000 acres.

The 'couple' stands opposite each other in the yard.

"Shihan!"

Wang Yuan wanted to comfort him.

Li Shihan rushed into the bedroom with tears wiped her tears.

Wang Yuan understood that this hurt her!

"Husband!"

In a blink of an eye, Li Shihan ran out of the bedroom again and opened a small cloth bag with reluctance on his face: "Let's go to the county town and use this bracelet as a gift. I'm going to beg my brother, I will definitely get enough forty knots!"

Wang Yuan shook his head: "I'll find a way to find this forty stake!"

This white jade bracelet is a relic of Li Shihan's mother.

The predecessor had to take action three times, but Li Shihan was beaten and coughed up blood.

Now I have paid off my debts for my predecessor!

Li Shihan sobbed: "What can you do? That's forty guan, not four hundred guan!"

Wang Yuan turned his past memories: "Let me think about it!"

For farmers, forty stakes are a huge debt that can kill people!

But he is a doctoral student in mechanical and materials science, and has a vision and knowledge beyond this era.

"I didn't give it to you before because it was the thought left by my mother!"

Li Shihan yelled: "Now you are in a desperate situation, I can't see you selling yourself as a slave. Slaves never make a breakthrough, and they are even worse than hooligans!"

When a great cause is in the morning, people are divided into three levels; those without land are flowing, and those without houses are fire;

No land or house, the official certified gangster is lower than the civilian status!

And slaves are not even as good as hooligans!

“…”

Wang Yuan didn't pay attention to what she said, racked his brains to look through the memories of her predecessor.

Daye Technology is similar to that of the Chinese Song Dynasty.

With his knowledge of both mechanical and material, he can create some novel things.

But in this small village, there is not even a blacksmith shop, and heroes have no use.

"But this is the last time, my brother will definitely not help us in the future."

Li Shihan wiped her tears and looked up: "If you want to borrow money from outside in the future, I really can't fill the hole for you!

If you become a gangster, I will be a gangster with you."

"Hey, there is!"

Suddenly, Wang Yuan's eyes lit up, he wrapped a bag of bean and wheat noodles, picked up a stone mortar and hoe, and carried a bamboo basket to go out.

"Husband?"

Li Shihan was surprised.

My husband never touches farm work at home, she is all in charge of it.

The autumn harvest is over, why are he still taking farm tools?

...

Dawang Village has a flat terrain, with a Jing River one mile away and a mountain thirty miles away.

All the forty families in the village have their surnames Wang, and they can be said to be an ancestor.

The autumn harvest just passed, and the population tax and land tax were paid. The bandits came to collect another wave of grain. The family didn’t have enough food to eat. It was difficult to survive the winter and spring.

The villagers were not idle.

Either go out to work, spin and weave cloth at home, or dig wild vegetables.

Bang!

When he arrived at a wasteland outside the village, Wang Yuan swung his hoe, digged out the dry hard soil, picked up a grass root, washed it in the bucket, and put it in his mouth to chew it.

"Isn't that a scholar Wang Yuan? Why is it that he has become the root of drafting!"

"The family must have no food. I heard that he owed Mr. Liu forty stakes. If he couldn't pay it back in three days, the house, wife, and land would all belong to him!"

"A prodigal son, Mr. Wang has left so many family assets for him, and he has made him lose. Now he is so hungry that he deserves it!"

Some women digging wild vegetables shook their heads as they looked at Wang Yuan chewing grass roots.

"The taste is right, it's it!"

When he spit out and chewed the grass roots, Wang Yuan swung his hoe and dig it with all his strength.

The predecessor did not have children, he usually exercised less, and his health was extremely poor.

After digging for a while, Wang Yuan held his waist and leaned on his hoe, breathing heavily.

"Oh, Xiao Yuan, the family has no food, and I have started to eat grass roots! This grass root cannot be eaten, so I will take a bowl to the village to ask for a circle. Based on your name as a scholar, who wouldn't give you a bowl of rice?"

A young man came in the flowing air.

He held his hands on his chest, wore a dirty short brown dress, and rag shoes exposed his toes.

"Sihai, help me dig up this kind of grassroots, and I will share some benefits for you later!"

Wang Yuan gasped for help.

Wang Sihai, a hooligan in the village, likes to walk around without a house, no land, and no work.

In the past, I always pleased me when I met my predecessors, after all, scholars may become officials in the future.

Since his predecessor was a dissatisfied person, Wang Sihai's pleasing attitude has become a joke.

Wang Sihai glared: "You don't go to the ten-mile villages to inquire. With my face, no one cares about food, and you still need to share my grassroots with me."

"The benefits of dividing you are not grassroots!"

If it weren't for being too tired, Wang Yuan wouldn't bother to pay attention to this guy.

He said that he was in charge of his meals in every village, but in fact he was thick-skinned and could eat freely.

"Don't explain, I know what your family is going on. Don't be stubborn. Go to your father-in-law's house and bow your head and overcome this obstacle. Face is actually nothing. If you are stubborn, you will be a hooligan and you will regret it."

Wang Sihai, who had no house or land, looked like a person who had come.

Seeing that he was unwilling to help, Wang Yuan ignored him and continued to work hard to dig the ground.

Wang Sihai left bored: "I will suffer a loss if I don't listen to the old man!"

"Xiao Jian, this kind of grassroots cannot be eaten. Go home with uncle and get some bean noodles and deal with it for a while!"

It was almost noon when a middle-aged man came over.

He is tall, skinny, with bright eyes, wearing a short brown dress and barefoot.

Wang Yuan smiled and shook his head: "Uncle Hanshan, I'm not digging grass roots to eat!"

Wang Hanshan, whose original name was Wang Dashan, was not known to change the name after joining the army.

Five years ago, he returned to the field, and was one generation taller than his previous life. He was a uncle in the fifth yard.

Before he joined the army, he had two sons, five years after he returned from the army, and had three more children.

The family didn’t have much land, so they rented 30 acres of land, and the whole family lived a tight life.

Extruding some bean noodles for his fellow tribe is equivalent to snatching food from the mouths of seven people.

"What's the point of eating grass roots? The older generation in the village, who has never eaten grass roots!"

Wang Hanshan was so angry that he thought that scholars were proud of their face and did not admit that they had no food to eat.

Wang Yuan smiled and said, "Uncle Hanshan, I can't dig anymore. Can you help me dig for a while!"

"Your body is too weak, and you will be so tired if you dig this little grass roots. You have to endure it!"

Wang Hanshan shook his head, grabbed the hoe and swung it, and the soil flew like a plow.

Half an hour later, a large area of ​​wasteland was dug out, and buckets and bamboo baskets were filled with grass roots.

Wang Yuan's face was full of joy.

"This child used to be rich and rich, but now his family is ruined and his grassroots are all treasures!"

Wang Hanshan looked sympathetic and put down his hoe and left.
Chapter completed!