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Chapter 138

Lou Xiaoyi was even more embarrassed. He had already deceived his mother with the first question, and he could not deceive him with the second question. How many more questions could his mother ask?

"Yes, yes, someone else's..."

Mrs. Lou Yao was startled. Her son's answer was really beyond her expectation, and her numerous choices were all unreliable! That's right, that Second Sister Li was someone else's!

She had countless things to say, countless truths to say, and countless examples of negative examples, but after thinking about it, she only came up with one sentence:

"That's it! Our little Yi is really different from others!

Well, since you like it, then grab it!"

His mother didn't speak again, and Lou Xiaoyi didn't speak again. In a tacit understanding, he pushed his mother slowly back to the village. Several maids gathered around and wanted to carry his sleeping mother to the bed. This was almost every day.

The old man fell asleep in the rotation of the wheelchair and the fragrance of the soil.

Lou Xiaoyi stopped them, "We have been preparing for so long, let's start..."

... According to the night rule, if parents die, they should observe the rule for a year, and it is not forced. In fact, the higher the level, the more senior people have to follow this ancient rule, thinking it is moral; the common people do not need it, they all follow the rule, and they eat and drink whatever they want?

Lou Xiaoyi built a thatched shed in front of his mother's grave. In fact, it was also in front of Aunt Cai's grave. They were buried together. He didn't have to rely on this form to show his filial piety. He did it in front of his mother.

There is no need to come back to this episode after death.

The reason why he still does this is that he actually has no other important things to do. One is to keep the system, the other is Aunt Cai, and the third is that he still needs to stay here for another year to arrange the people in Lou's house properly. This is mother's responsibility.

He didn't want to live up to his wish.

Also, think clearly about your future here!

He doesn't have much time! Not much to waste.

Not many people came to express their condolences, because Lou Xiaoyi did not organize anything grand at all, but some of the closest servants at the farm. They were grateful for the old lady's kindness and spontaneously held a low-key but not extravagant funeral. I believe

My mother, Izumi Izuku, prefers this approach to a group of unrelated people who have different intentions and say nice things!

The most important and most difficult part of the Lou Mansion's assets is the Lou Mansion itself. It is difficult to find a suitable successor for this land covering dozens of acres in a wealthy area of ​​the city. One must have financial strength.

You have to have social status, and you have to not care about the Lou family's decline...

The nouveau riche don't contact you, the corrupt officials don't welcome you, the wealthy businessmen don't like you, and the wealthy businessmen don't like you. After all this, the only result is that no one cares about you!

Ping An found him and came up with a new idea, not to sell Lou Mansion!

Instead, he transformed it into a private garden in the city, with no residents and only a small number of private visitors! This was something he learned in the state and county, and he was unwilling to let the mansion that had served him for decades fall into the hands of ordinary people.

The expenditure comes from his own farm.

"It will be very difficult to do this! It is not a matter of one generation, but several generations; and even if it is just a slow repair, the investment will be huge, which is not something your two farms can support!"

Ping An insisted, "If there is a surplus, I will move a rock; if the harvest is good, I will dig a pond. Year after year, if I die, my son will do it, and if my son dies, my grandson will do it. One day it will be finished!"

"Dede

Lou Xiaoyi was silent. In theory, this is the best way. He is not short of money. It would be great if he could keep Lou's house as a memory. However, Ping An would be under huge pressure if he did so, not financially. It was about the never-ending glances from the city's upper class after he left.

"I have to give it a try. I estimate that within a few years, with the legacy of the old lady and the intimidation of Uncle Zhaoyecheng's house, nothing will happen. From now on, I can only rely on myself! I want to try try!"

Lou Xiaoyi laughed. He was overthinking. If a mansion is not brought to you during life or death, what does it mean if it is not there? Even if it is burned down, what does it mean?

The worst outcome is that Ping An sells his house privately one day and enriches his own pockets. But he doesn't care about this little extra money, so why would he want to do so much?

He believed in the feelings of these old people of the Lou Mansion towards the Lou Mansion. As for how far he could go, and how long he would persist to that day, he might not be able to live in this world anymore, so what did it matter to him?

So he took out a bag and flicked his hand. Dozens of ingots and thousands of taels of gold appeared in front of Ping An, which shocked him. Even though he had followed the young master for many years and knew some of the young master's miraculous powers, when it was clearly revealed this time This is my first time coming out!

After being taught how to use Ping An, Lou Xiaoyi instructed:

"Since you want to do it, I support you! These golds are my investment! But you have to remember that these golds are not for you to use to repair the Lou Mansion. I will walk in front of you, and you will show your wealth in the back. Who will die? I can’t save you!”

Ping An's character is that kind of reserved and scheming, with a bit of tenacity.

"Young master, I understand Ping An! I just pretend that I don't have this gold! All the funds for the construction of the private park are earned by my own ability. The more I earn, the more I build, and the less I earn, the less I build. I am like this, and so are my descendants!"

Lou Xiaoyi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ping'an, you have to understand that life cannot be sustained only by dreams. Even if you can do it, you have no reason to ask your sons and grandsons to do it too. They have never done it in Lou Mansion. Why should you dedicate your whole life?

If you think so and ask for it like this, within three generations, the Lou Mansion will be sold by your children and grandchildren!"

Ping An's face turned red, and he didn't know how to refute it, because he knew very well that what the young master said was actually right.

Lou Xiaoyi laughed, "Just think of it as a business! A business that future generations will never give up! A business that ancestors of all generations are investing in!"

Not only must you be able to make money, but you must also be able to keep in touch with the upper class society, gain asylum, and make your descendants feel that it is profitable to retain this Lou Mansion. This is the long-term plan!"

Ping An thoughtfully, Lou Xiaoyi pointed to the bag, "These things are just in case. Whenever there is a natural or man-made disaster and it is really impossible to help, you can open this bag and use it carefully; and when there is a surplus, you can use it carefully." , and then add some more, so it can be guaranteed for hundreds of years.

As for a hundred years later, everything will be turned into dung and the dynasty may not even be around anymore, let alone the Lou Mansion!"

...One year later, when the time limit was up, he demolished the hut and drifted away without notifying anyone. From then on, everything in Pucheng was finally over and had nothing to do with him anymore!

According to the ten-year agreement mentioned by the Ji-building Taoist in Ye City, more than seven years have passed, less than eight years. If we consider that the Liang Kingdom is far away and the road is difficult, another year will have to be put in, that is to say , the time that truly belongs to him is only a little more than a year, calculated carefully, it’s fifteen months!

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