Chapter 6 It's Better To Let Me Die When Writing Poems
Chapter 6
"The benevolent act of giving leeks..." Gao Shilian was a little confused. When did leeks become associated with kindness?
Yang Qian was a little stunned. He just gave the uneaten leeks in the mansion to the people, but he actually invited himself to come and thank him in person. People in this era are too simple, right?
Han glanced at Yang Qian in surprise and wanted to know what was going on. "Since they are here, let them come."
After a while, five old farmers, whose clothes were starched and white, and who looked a little nervous when walking, entered the front hall under the guidance of the steward.
After entering the front hall, the five old farmers bowed down and saluted with fear.
"Everyone, please wake up quickly. Why are you all here, Uncle Li?"
Mrs. Han stood up and walked slowly forward, raising her hands to support them. The stewards on the side quickly helped the old people to their feet.
The oldest one, the old man with a rickety back, was Li Bolian.
"The old man and others are here as brothers who have been favored by Madam and Young Master..."
"After the flood, Madam not only waived my rent for this year, but also sent rice, noodles and money, and sent people to help me repair the house."
"These days, the crops in the Xingze area are gone, and even the vegetables are hard to maintain. But yesterday, the master sent more than a thousand kilograms of leeks..."
There were so many leeks that the seventy or so tenant households in the Yang Family Mansion could not eat much. They were also worried that the leeks would rot, so everyone gathered together to discuss the matter one by one.
Thinking about this period, the vegetables sold from other places were sold for nearly ten cents per catty in the non-city-governed areas near Yang Mansion.
When we got to the county seat, the price was even more expensive, even more than ten times higher than usual.
"We thought, since we can't eat so much, we might as well sell it and exchange it for money.
I never thought that it had just been delivered to Xingze City. Although we did not dare to sell it at a higher price, which was only eleven or twelve cents per catty, within a short time, everything was snatched away..."
Nine hundred catties of leeks were sold for ten guan, and these five old farmers, as representatives, sent the money to the government as representatives.
In addition, it is natural to express my gratitude to Yang Qian, the kind-hearted young man who gave them leeks to eat to relieve the pain of having no vegetables to accompany their meals.
Looking at the ten coins presented by these old people, they were poured out of the sack and placed in front of them. They amounted to tens of thousands of copper coins, strung together with twine to form a pile of small coins.
Yang Qian's eyes were deeply attracted by the pile of money. The shiny copper plates were really pleasing to the eye.
The gloss looks so brilliant under the sunlight.
The flood at home was causing financial stress, but I didn't expect that I would just send out the leeks that were likely to rot in the ground, but I got ten thousand dollars in exchange.
Yang Qian walked to the pile of money and stretched out his hand...
Everyone saw Yang Qian picking up a bunch of about a hundred copper coins with a happy face.
Immediately afterwards, his face froze, and with a clatter, the money string fell back onto the money pile.
This made the five old farmers a little confused. Could it be that the young master thought that we made less?
Gao Shilian narrowed his eyes and felt that something was wrong with his friend's son.
Yang Qian really didn't mean it, but a message appeared in his consciousness, and the eye-catching fonts were shining like neon lights.
Task release: 1. Compose a poem and win praise; 2. Reject the tenant's request. Task reward: a treasure chest.
Looking at the eye-catching advertisement fonts like those of a rural KTV, Yang Qian felt bad all over. The system's showiness always caught him by surprise.
This money is obviously mine, why can't I take it?!
You also compose poetry... You might as well let me commit suicide. I am an honors student at a national sports academy, not an honors student at a national liberal arts academy?!
Seeing the mission requirements flashing in his mind, Yang Qian, whose face was so dark that he couldn't be any darker, really wanted to scratch the wall.
The gazes of those around him and the flashing system messages made Yang Qian flinch.
But I saw him letting out a long sigh, slowly shaking his head, and looking away from the pile of money with great difficulty.
He raised his head and looked at the clouds outside the hall. His eyes were filled with love for this stack of money, oh no, for this land. It was so heavy and so difficult to let go.
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"Master, this is..."
Several servants of the Yang family who were guarding in front of the hall couldn't help but whisper.
"Could it be that the young master has a stomachache? Why are his brows furrowed so tightly?"
"You are not allowed to speak ill of the young master. Maybe the young master is hesitating whether to accept the money or not."
"Why don't you accept them? Things are not easy in our house now, and there are quite a lot of them."
Just when everyone started to think wildly, Yang Qian's voice was still in the stage of changing his voice, but he still maintained his standard broadcasting accent.
This moment echoes in the front hall of the Yang Mansion in Dazezhuang, Xingze County, Sui Dynasty.
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping on the soil. Who knows that every particle of the meal on the plate has been worked hard..."
Bang... The jade pendant that Master Lian was playing with dropped in his hand and fell to the floor.
He looked straight at Yang Qian's tall and handsome back. The kid's shameless money-obsessed look just a moment ago, could it be that he was dazzled?
Mr. Han took a deep breath and stared blankly at this good man who never left home and only liked reading. He was not willing to say a few words on weekdays.
I didn't expect that he could compose poetry and recite it so beautifully, which was far beyond my mother's imagination.
As everyone inside and outside the hall looked shocked and amazed, the words "mission accomplished" appeared in Yang Qian's consciousness.
Finally, Yang Qian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his intelligence came into play and he was not forced to imitate Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.
Although the representative old tenants are illiterate, it does not mean that they do not understand these four simple and concise verses recited by Yang Qian.
The poem that described the hardships of farmers so aptly made the old farmer Li Bo's eyes turn red, and he fell to the ground again. "Young Master..."
Without waiting for Yang Qian to make a move, Zhili on the side quickly rushed over and helped Uncle Li.
"Old man, please wake up quickly. Although my young master is taciturn and not good at words, he is actually a kind-hearted gentleman with a cold face and a warm heart."
Looking at Zhili, the personal book boy who made him lose at least ten guan of wealth in vain, he thought that the ten guan of money was fluttering and trying to fly away from him.
Yang Qian closed his eyes in despair, his heart filled with despair.
"I've accepted your wishes, but you can take the money back. I hope you won't harm me."
If I want to accept it, won't I be able to complete the mission? With the virtue of this demon moth subsystem, Yang Qian really doesn't want to try the consequences of failing the mission.