The knocking on the door became more and more urgent. Shen Lie walked over and opened the courtyard door, and a group of burly men rushed in.
A goatee shopkeeper held a ledger and grinned at him: "Mr. Shen, the one-year period has expired. Are you going to hand over the house or pay off the debt with interest?"
Shen Lie looked at the account book in the hands of the pawnshop owner.
He was speechless for a moment.
Only then did he remember that this ancestral home was pawned by him for fifty taels of snowflake silver a year ago, with a monthly profit of three cents, which means that the principal and interest added up...
He needs to pay back sixty-eight taels of silver to the pawnshop in order to keep these five houses.
"Borrow fifty taels, and you have to pay back sixty-eight taels in one year!"
Shen Lie muttered in his heart, this pawn shop is really dark.
Looking at the burly men in the courtyard, and then at the bewildered maid Yun'er, Shen Lie finally waved his hand helplessly: "Yun'er, pack your things."
If the debt cannot be repaid, it is better to pack up and leave, and quickly give up the house to others.
Shen Lie knew in his heart what kind of people were able to open a pawn shop in Liutiao Street in the capital. Behind them were all dignitaries, and they were definitely not something he, a prodigal son, could offend.
It's better to hand over the house honestly.
Half an hour later.
As a gust of cold wind blew by, Shen Lie stood outside the door of his ancestral home with a quilt on his back and pots and pans, and looked up at the big sun in the sky.
Looking back at the confused maid Yun'er and the seal on the door of his ancestral home, Shen Lie felt like crying without tears.
He had only been in this world for a day, and he was already living on the street before his butt was covered with heat.
This is too unlucky!
At this moment, Shen Lie suddenly remembered that this guy spent twenty taels of silver at Liuying's house yesterday, and two taels of silver was not a small sum.
If only he could come a day earlier, he might be able to save the two taels of silver.
But now?
Shen Lie sighed.
"That's all, it's all fate."
At this time, under Shen Lie's helpless gaze, Yun'er lowered her head timidly and said playfully: "Master, don't sell yourself to the slave family."
The corners of Shen Lie's mouth twitched slightly and he was speechless for a moment.
After a long time, Shen Lie said softly to Yun'er: "If I don't sell you, let's go... Find a place to stay first."
So the master and servant left silently.
As it gets darker, there are fewer people on the street.
That night, Shen Lie did not choose to stay in a hotel, but took the little maid Yun'er to the big locust tree at the end of the alley, planning to sleep on the street for one night.
Staying in an inn is too luxurious and not cost-effective.
Shen Lie was thinking in his mind, after all, the weather was not too cold in this season, and he could still last one night wrapped in a quilt, and he would think of a solution after dawn tomorrow.
As a former Beijing drifter and a martial arts stuntman on the 18th line, Shen Lie knows very well that at this moment, every penny is very important to him.
Every penny he saves is the capital he needs to make a comeback in the future.
At this time, night fell, and as a gust of cold wind blew by, Shen Lie seemed to have returned to the days when he was drifting to the north and sleeping on the streets.
But Shen Lie quickly cheered up and started over.
"Small scene."
Shen Lie muttered silently in his heart to comfort himself, then looked back at the little maid who was shivering in the cold wind.
Shen Lie's heart softened, and he quickly untied the quilt, picked up a quilt and stuffed it in it, then showed a warm smile: "Wrap it up."
Yun'er nodded, hurriedly wrapped the quilt around her body, and looked at the young master with a pair of timid eyes, which seemed a little confused.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and the little maid hurriedly wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and then looked at her young master with confused eyes.
In the little maid's mind, she felt that the young master seemed a little different, but she couldn't tell what was different. He seemed to be much kinder and calmer than before.
Soon night fell.
The alley fell into a deathly silence, and I couldn't see my fingers.
In the cold wind, the master and the servant leaned against the big locust tree, each wrapped in a quilt, and slept fully clothed in the cold wind of late autumn.
Shen Lie thought a lot that night, thinking about the earth-fort battle that his ancestors had participated in, and the troubled late Ming Dynasty.
Shen Lie's eyes became dark and he murmured to himself: "Eight years of Wanli..."
Fortunately, Shen Lie had lived in Hengdian and filmed several Ming Dynasty dramas. He vaguely remembered that Emperor Wanli was still a boy of seventeen or eighteen at this time, and Zhang Juzheng seemed to be reforming.
And there seems to be a war going on in Liaodong. Li Chengliang killed Nurhaci’s father...
As a scumbag who graduated from a martial arts school, Shen Lie can probably only remember so much, but all of this has nothing to do with him.
Soon, a thousand words turned into a long sigh.
"Let's find a way to survive first!"
At this moment, a delicate voice trembled in the darkness.
"Master, I'm cold."
Shen Lie's heart softened and he was silent for a moment, then he groped for it while listening to the voice. His fingers softened in the darkness, and he seemed to have touched a soft little face.
Yun'er's little face was soft and slightly cold, and she trembled like a frightened quail: "Young Master..."
Seeing her pitiful look, Shen Lie couldn't help but pull her over and hug her into his arms. The girl's little body, which had not yet grown, curled up nervously in Shen Lie's arms.
Yun'er's little body was very soft, very light, and slightly chilly, but as the two hugged each other tightly, with their faces touching, they really felt much warmer.
Feeling that the girl's body in his arms was gradually getting warmer, and feeling sleepy, Shen Lie couldn't help but start to doze off.
Only in the darkness, Yun'er trembled nervously.
Yun'er rested her chin on the young master's shoulder. She felt that the young master was a little different. He seemed to be kinder and more considerate, which made her feel a little more at ease.
A cold wind blew by.
late autumn.
The next day, early morning.
Shen Lie woke up early and was woken up by the cold. After waking up, he sat under the big locust tree, blowing the cold wind of late autumn, and his body shivered like chaff.
Shen Lie rubbed his cold and numb hands in confusion.
It was such a hard night!
Could it be that this was the temperature during the legendary Little Ice Age? It was only a few days after the beginning of autumn, and the temperature at night had already dropped to almost zero.
Really cold!
The wind was strong and it was really hard.
Shen Lie looked at the little maid Yun'er who was wrapped in a quilt and still shivering, and secretly gritted his teeth: "We can't go on like this."
We have to find a way to settle down as soon as possible.
Shen Lie gritted his teeth, stood up and stretched his muscles, then started running circles around the big locust tree to warm up his body.
As soon as his deep gaze was focused, he threw a set of punches.
As a stuntman, Shen Lie is proficient in Xingyi and Tai Chi. He is also a Sanda master. He can hit fast and hard with hooks, swings and straight punches.
However, as the amount of exercise increased, Shen Lie soon became out of breath, bursts of sweat broke out on his forehead, and had to stop exercising.
After feeling dizzy for a while, Shen Lie shook his head helplessly: "Take your time."
At this moment, Shen Lie suddenly became alert. He turned around and saw that Yun'er had woken up at some point and was looking at him timidly with timid eyes.
The little maid seemed a little confused and said softly: "Master..."
Shen Lie responded softly: "Yes."
As he spoke, Shen Lie bent down, gently scratched her upturned little nose, and then quickly walked to the alley to buy four meat-filled buns.
Sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree, the master and servant hurriedly filled their stomachs, their stiff bodies began to heat up, and the night was finally over.
Shen Lie hurriedly began to check the few remaining properties.