Li Yan watched a dozen beggars and eight wine shop boys vigorously moving heavy broken boxes, and asked in a low voice: "Bad boy, these...couldn't they be...?"
"will be!"
"Ah? Is it really...?"
"It's true!"
"nnd, it's really the best money to earn from the wicked! A Wazijie person can earn so much money in a few months. How tired are these kiln ladies?"
Song Wen rolled his eyes: "There are only exhausted cows in the world, not plowed fields!"
Li Yan thought for a while: "That makes sense!"
Song Wen suddenly frowned and whispered: "Did you know that a wealthy Jiangnan businessman whose wife died recently became obsessed with Chun Niang? Even though he knew that Chun Niang no longer accepted customers, he still pursued her every day and spent money like water...
...and he vowed to marry Chun Niang and become his wife! Even though Chun Niang refused several times, this guy was still shameless... However, I think Chun Niang is tired of this romantic field, so... I only want to ask you one thing,
Do you want to take Chun Niang away from Wazi Street?"
Li Yan was stunned for a moment, frowned and sighed... "Chun Niang is a good woman, and her temperament is the same as mine! But... I have been wandering around in the world for forty years and have achieved nothing! I can't do anything in the world, and I can't do cruel things."
A big boss, who is willing to vote for the powerful and powerful generals without being able to go around the world... I know that they just want to use me as a fool, and even my senior brother will end up like this! You said... If I let Chun
If my mother follows me, what should I give her? Glory and wealth? Or dignity in front of others? I am already forty years old, and I am old...I won’t delay her anymore."
Song Wen sneered: "You are old and your ambitions have not been fulfilled? Then why do you want to join the army? You can just be an old beggar for the rest of your life, or you can look after my house and nurse for half your life, and I will give you ten dollars a month...enough for you.
You’re just waiting to die by eating!”
"You little bastard, your skin is itchy, aren't you? If you dare to talk to your grandpa like this, have you forgotten what it's like to stand on a horse and get beaten since I haven't taught you boxing in the past two months?"
Song Wen snorted: "I have saved enough money for Chun Niang's redemption, three thousand taels in total! Chun Niang said that she doesn't look at family wealth, only sincerity... She will follow whoever can treat her well for the rest of her life! These days
The dandy boys and businessmen in the capital who heard the news were all concerned, but the wealthy businessman from the south of the Yangtze River was the most sincere. You, old man, really should not join in the fun. If you are not sincere, you will be embarrassed..."
"You...I...sigh..."
Li Yan was depressed all day long, and Song Wen didn't bother to talk to him.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Song Wen first appeased the five tenants and promised them that no matter how much the fields produced, they would only charge 30% of the rent! The five tenants were so happy that they thanked them profusely and went back happily.
Lin Chong asked in a low voice: "Brother, we don't lack those few buckets of food, so why don't we exempt them from rent?"
Song Wen looked at Lin Chong: "This is the rule. It's our business whether we charge or not, and it's their duty to pay or not! I can give them a hundred taels of silver, but they still have to pay me 30% of the rent.
Subsidiary... And this is already the lowest rent around Bianliang and even within the Song Dynasty! As long as everyone can do their part well, that will be a truly peaceful and prosperous age... Even in troubled times, we can't fight with iron.
The rules of movement, whether it is marching, fighting or guarding a party! They are the foundation of the world... Do you understand?"
Lin Chong thought carefully and nodded.
An Chun and a dozen young men who were little beggars distributed cooking cakes and dry food without saying a word, as well as water in wooden barrels.
More than seventy teenagers had already washed themselves up by the well. Now they were wearing clean clothes, clutching the steamed buns and cooking cakes they had handed out, and looking at Song Wen and Lin Chong with sullen faces.
Li Yan, who saved them from the sea of misery, confessed that their master was this tall and thin-looking young man... Brother Wen!
Song Wen was a little surprised, and An Chun next to him whispered: "Brother, they... they don't dare to eat, you have to say something! To eat, for them, they will either get beaten or become slaves..."
Song Wen's heart tightened, and he quickly raised his right hand... "Listen! I will be your... your brother from now on! In this life, I, Song Wen, will only accept brothers and not slaves... because I myself was raped back then.
A kidnapped little slave! So, no matter how much money I have or how much property I have! I will do my best to save the people I can save. In the future, as long as you are obedient and have me, Song Wen, to eat, I will not let you starve! We
Hug together to stay warm and live well 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... and then suddenly started to wolf down the food. They all choked and burped repeatedly, but they were reluctant to drink water.
Song Wen knew that something would happen if these frightened little beggars and orphans ate too much all at once, but he still couldn't help but let An Chun boil three large pots of broth...
The house was not enough for a while, so we first built a few large bunks with hay straw, placed six female dolls in the backyard, and the rest had to live in the warehouse.
After settling these children, Song Wen felt that his head was as big as a bucket! An Chun and the others were all little beggars who had struggled to survive on the streets of Bianliang. Now they were completely devoted to him, but after all, they were older and easier to take care of. The eight wine shop boys were even more so.
He is only a few years younger than Song Wen, and now he considers himself Song Wen's confidant.
But the youngest of these orphans is probably only seven or eight years old, and the older ones are only eleven or twelve years old... What, how to do this? It is a problem to cook, wash and take care of them... Food and money are okay, Song Wen is feeding them now
That is more than enough, but what is missing... is a woman! A woman who can run the house and take care of the housework...
Song Wen could find many women, but they were all gorgeous and charming brothel girls! Taking care of these dirty and timid dolls, I am afraid that these dolls would survive better than those girls... Without men, these girls
What else can be done?
Song Wen returned to the old courtyard with a sad face, and Li Yan gave a bitter smile... "It's troublesome now. I can teach them martial arts! But I really have no idea how to make them eat, drink, and have sex... Otherwise, how many people can we hire?"
A nanny?"
Song Wen gritted his teeth and said: "Since it's all a blank piece of paper, let's start over! At the worst, we can raise them according to the rules of military training, let them learn to read and write, practice martial arts, and have weapons, horseback riding and archery... I
Build another training ground!”
Li Yan was silent for a while, then suddenly shouted: "You bastard! You still said you don't want to rebel? Are you trying to raise a dead soldier?"
The next day, An Chun was left to look after the family and cook. Song Wen wore an old cloth robe and Lin Chong followed Li Yan on a few horses and took Li Erlang and three of the best young men down the mountain... Seven of them
I am going to recruit some craftsmen among the homeless beggars!
Blacksmiths, carpenters and masons. Now Song Wen is in urgent need of trustworthy people to help build his own village, and who can cherish a hard-won food and clothing more than a refugee who has fled from home?