"The knife bandits killed by the officers and soldiers should have come from Baiyang County next door..." "Baiyang County suffered a disaster this year." The next day, after returning to his home in the countryside, Wei Tu learned about the origins of those swordsmen during his conversation with Wei Bao. Although he saw officers and soldiers killing bandits last night, he did not dare to mention it more or ask others for fear of causing trouble. Only when I got home did I dare to mention it. Six years ago, Wei Bao not only sold his eldest son, but also part of his family's ancestral property in order to survive for his family. In order to support the family these years, I would go to the next county with acquaintances from my hometown to work as a Mai Ke. Baiyang County is located in the northwest of Qingmu County. It is mostly dry slope land, and wheat matures earlier than in Qingmu County. Wei Bao, the Mike, knew about the disaster in Baiyang County earlier than anyone else in Qingshan County. "But this world... I guess it's about to go into chaos. For this disaster relief operation in Baiyang County, the food supply in the charity warehouse is 70% less than what is recorded in the account books."
Wei Bao said. Listen to this. Wei Tu nodded. Although country people are uneducated, because they are at the bottom, they are better able to understand the drastic changes in society than those from wealthy families. This is like the ants moving when it's cloudy and rainy. After talking about yesterday's "change", the father and son fell into silence, not knowing what topic to talk about. Wei Bao saw that Wei Tu also had a tobacco pole tied around his waist, so he got up from the maza, walked to the window sill, gathered the dried tobacco leaves into a small package, and handed them over. "Try it, it's grown at home." Wei Bao said. Lean less. Father and son, you take one bite and I take one bite. The room was soon filled with layers of hazy mist like moon veil. "I'm sorry, Dad. This is some money I've saved over the years. If you take it, it can be useful whether it's buying a family property outside or redeeming your deed." At night, Wei Tu was called out by Wei Bao. The widower didn't say any kind words. He stood under the shadow of the eaves, took out a half-worn flower cloth bag from his chest, and stuffed it into Wei Tu. After a moment of silence, Wei Tu took the floral bag. Once you get it. He felt the heavy weight of the floral bag. Even if it is only copper coins, there are at least five or six coins in this bag. In addition to the copper coins, Wei Tu also felt several hard, bumpy bumps the size of soybeans. He knew in his heart that it was all the money Wei Bao had accumulated over the years.
However. Next, Wei Bao's cold words shattered the warmth that had just arisen in Wei Tu's heart. "You have sold yourself. Unless you redeem your deed, a domestic slave, according to the rules, cannot enter the ancestral hall to worship your ancestors..." "Including your wife..." Wei Bao said word by word. Yes, country people do not consider selling one's body to a wealthy family as a matter of shame. But domestic slaves will not be allowed to worship their ancestors or enter ancestral halls. Because the patriarch took this matter seriously. Being of the same clan as a domestic slave would bring shame to the clan leader. "I see." Wei Tu felt a burning sensation on his face. He was glad that he was hiding in the dark country house and no one could see clearly the expression on his face at this moment. He tightened his grip on the money bag, his throat moved a few times, and said, "I'll leave as soon as tomorrow so that the villagers won't see me." Only then did he understand. For a domestic slave, returning home with his wife is not an honorable return to his hometown, but a bad thing that brings shame to the clan. Look again. It's always uncomfortable to be stepped on by someone. Wei Bao gave him money not only because of his inner debt, but also because he wanted him not to announce his return to the village in the countryside. It was better to leave Weijiacun early than to be looked down upon and embarrassed. "Okay." Wei Bao pursed his lips a few times, paused for half a breath, and then said "ok". Morning. The mountain path was soaked in morning dew and a little slippery. Wei Tu and Xinghua walked slowly. Xinghua accidentally fell and leaned against the mountain wall, rubbing her ankles. "Brother Wei, am I disliked by your father? I called him father, but he didn't say a word." Tears oozed from the corners of Xinghua's eyes. "Also, the ancestral hall..." As she spoke, she was brooding over the fact that she could not enter the Wei family ancestral hall to worship. Wei Tu didn't answer. He touched Xinghua's head, held her in his arms, and let her tears wet his clothes.
"That day will come." Wei Tu swore secretly. When he got married, he didn't pay any attention to Xinghua, so he just kept everything simple. But when he returned to his hometown to visit relatives, he prevented Xinghua from even entering the ancestral hall. The two of them got up early and left Weijia Village in despair... He responded to this. It's impossible not to care. … Return to Li's house. Wei Tu continued to live a peaceful life. Li Tongshi never mentioned the matter of renting land for farming again, and seemed to have forgotten it. Wei Tu guessed that this was Li Zhai's plan to dry him and Xinghua out, and the way to rule was to use both kindness and power. He continued to persuade Xinghua to wait patiently. Half a year passed. When it was time to start farming in the spring, seeing that Li Tongshi hadn't mentioned it yet, Xinghua also gave up and let Wei Tu work as a tenant to save money this year. [Turtle Breath Nourishing Qigong (34/100): Practice nine times a day, and it will be completed in five years. 】 It has been more than a year since I got [Turtle Breath Nourishing Qigong]. On this day, Wei Tu practiced health-preserving skills hard. When he was practicing for the thirteenth time, he suddenly felt a gentle sound like the waves lapping against the shore from his body, and the pile skills on the soles of his feet seemed to have an extra layer during the change. It has an inexplicable unique charm. After a few breaths, a warm current stronger than before flowed out of the body, penetrating through the limbs and bones, strengthening the body. "Is it possible that you have achieved some success in maintaining your health?" Wei Tu glanced at the progress of the health-preserving skills engraved on his destiny. As far as he knows. Martial arts is divided into four basic stages: Beginner, Small Success, Dacheng, and Perfection. At this moment, the progress of his health-preserving skills has reached one-third. Combined with this physical change, according to inference, he should have reached the stage of small success in health-preserving skills. "Try a 200-pound stone lock." After Wei Tu waited for the warm current in his body to disappear, and after taking a moment to regain his breath, he set his sights on several stone locks in the corner of the courtyard. The cost of stone locks was not high. After he decided to practice martial arts, he spent a little money to buy a set of stone locks for strength training from a nearby farmer's house. When Wei Tu walked to the stone lock, he placed one hand on the two hundred kilogram stone lock. With a strong lift, he easily lifted the stone lock to his chest until it was level with his shoulders. "Success!"
Wei Tu looked happy. An adult can lift a two hundred kilogram stone lock with some effort, but there is a huge difference between being able to lift it and lifting it with one arm. Being able to lift a two-hundred-jin stone lock with one arm means he is qualified to take the martial arts exam. However, if you participate, you will participate. If your strength is up to standard, Wei Tu is not enough to gain martial arts merit. In addition to stone lifting, the martial arts examination also includes sword dancing, bow drawing, horse shooting, and military strategy. "While practicing bow shooting, I will save money and find a way to get out of slavery first..." "As a slave, you cannot participate in the martial arts examination." Wei Tu put down the stone lock and thought about the next step in his life. at the moment. Based on his own conditions, the fastest and best shortcut to transcending classes is to participate in Zheng Guo's triennial martial arts examination. Although the martial arts fame is not as prestigious as the literary merit title, it is still a huge class leap for ordinary people. Thanks for the 2,000 starting coin reward since the funeral has been cancelled. Thank you also to all readers for your monthly support. If you have a monthly ticket, please also vote for this book. Thank you very much, Aligado, readers.
