Li Dalang turned to look at the person who shouted to him, and immediately showed a disdainful expression. He was a coward like Feng San. He didn't have a wife himself, yet he dared to brazenly say that he would get a wife for him. Isn't this lying with his eyes open?

His contemptuous eyes looked from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He had a torn headscarf, rags, and rags, and the shoes on his feet were all the same. Once upon a time, he was dressed in this depressing way. But now, looking at himself, wearing a military hat,

Wearing a well-fitting satin double-breasted jacket, the shoes on her feet are also high-end goods made with dense needlework.

Li Dalang couldn't help but feel sad. He was already in his early twenties and didn't even have a decent wife. How dare you, a poor man like you, dare to utter such arrogant words and find me a wife?

Not to mention a decent wife, he doesn't have a decent wife either.

Thinking of this, Li Dalang couldn't help but lament his bad luck. At any moment, he would get angry and rush up from his dantian, break through his big mouth, and spit out.

I bother!

The visitor immediately stopped and froze on the ground, with puzzlement in his eyes: "What's wrong with Li Dalang? He has good intentions!"

Of course, there are also thoughts of currying favor with others. But wouldn’t it be annoying to say it out loud?

So he smiled flatteringly, tilted his neck, and tried to look as humble as possible: "Da Lang, really, beautiful lady, the kind of woman you like best. Just give her money."

Li Dalang tilted his head and thought for a while, just give him money. What kind of way is this? Thinking of that kind of place, the woman stood at the door with her flowers in full bloom, soliciting business from the neatly dressed men passing by: "Uncle, come and play!"

But the problem is, I am a serious person! Although I really want to go to such a place, I can't save my face.

Now a young man in his twenties, his yang is so strong that he often has a dry mouth and cannot sleep at night. However, he simply does not dare to go to such a place to gain experience, okay?

"I said Feng San, you are so poor that you haven't had a good meal, how dare you introduce me to my wife, and you are not afraid of the strong wind blowing the tongue in your mouth?" Li Dalang thought impatiently and thought about sending someone.

Feng San, however, had a mean look with all the filth written on his face, and said with a smile: "Da Lang, it's a good thing, it's a really good thing. Don't you know that I have told lies in daily life? Come on,

Just follow me and you will understand. As long as you take out the money and marry the beautiful lady, what are you waiting for?"

Li Dalang had no choice but to follow Feng Sanlang.

Even the world's richest and most wealthy businessmen will always have a few poor relatives and old friends who can't take the blame.

What's more, what about a poor boy like Li Dalang who just became rich not long ago?

Especially Li Dalang is stingy. Mainly because although he has some spare money, he has absolutely nothing to do with being rich.

He also couldn't understand when the people in Baizhang Village began to get money based on their contribution to the family. Can Baizhang Village eliminate a family contribution system? It's completely impossible. In the end, the third uncle slapped his forehead and came up with

They formed a military gang and were divided into four levels. The first level, the first-level combat force in the village, actually consisted of two people, Li Kui and Li Quan.

They can pay 200 guan from kilometers per month. The second level is Uncle Qi and others, the main force of Baizhang Village, who can pay 60 guan per month. The reason why there is such a difference is mainly because whether it is Li Kui or Li Quan, anyone

A man can chase down all the young and old men in the village and fight them to the death. He can also fight them to the point where they have no temper at all. With such force, it is unreasonable not to give him a head start.

As for the third class, they are half-grown children in the village. Twenty guan. Don’t be too little, it’s just nutritional expenses. People who practice martial arts have always spent a lot of money on food and drink. Now that Baizhang Village is rich, naturally it can’t deduct money from children.

We have to pay for meat to grow up. Especially the price of meat in the Song Dynasty is too unfriendly to the people. It can easily cost more than 100 yuan per pound. In addition, the martial arts practitioners are all pot-bellied men. If they don’t eat well, they will not have the energy to practice martial arts at all.

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The fourth class, girls, wives, useless old people, five qian a month. The third uncle is not among them, he just looks at this little money, and while showing high integrity, he also pushes away his share of the money. Besides,

No one dares to really treat Third Uncle as an ordinary old man. This man is the helmsman of Baizhang Village. If Baizhang Village is going to become popular in the future, it depends on how he leads it.

As for Li Dalang, he was shamelessly stuck in the third class.

Li Dalang was deeply angry about this system, but he had nothing to do because none of his brothers in the family helped him.

Even though he has been reduced to the same monthly routine as a half-grown naughty kid, there are still people who are jealous of him for getting something for nothing. This makes him very distressed. Even teenage girls dare to stop him with a stick on their hips and want to use force.

I overthrew him so that I could persuade my third uncle to get a monthly salary increase.

But even with twenty quid of pocket money every month, Li Dalang is considered a rich man on the street. In addition to dressing more elegantly, he is also becoming more and more stingy. This is in line with the poor's understanding of the rich.

Dressing, going to restaurants on weekdays, and even petting a donkey for transportation, Li Dalang seemed to be a rich man in the eyes of outsiders.

The rich man is a rich man, but no one knows that Li Dalang really doesn't have much money in his pocket.

Soon Feng Sanlang stopped Li Dalang and came to the place. He pointed at the crowd and the white banner and said, "Da Lang, look."

"Dead?"

Li Dalang's face was full of disdain. I'm afraid not many people in the Song Dynasty didn't understand the reason for the white flag. Why did he, a good young man, join in the fun?

He waved his hands regretfully and was about to leave: "Feng San, I take care of your business on weekdays, but you come to entertain me like this? Forget it, I'm leaving, don't pull my clothes from now on, expensive clothes, all

It made you wrinkled."

Feng Sanlang pointed at the white banner and said: "Da Lang, I am not amusing you, the beautiful girl is under the white banner."

Hearing this, he felt horrified no matter how he heard it. Li Dalang was so frightened that he took a few steps back and said angrily: "Shameless thing, believe it or not, I will beat you to death."

Li Dalang is very decent, but of course, another meaning is that he is timid. He can't do anything like occupying the little widow in the street. Besides, if he really dares to do this, his mother will kill him, Zhang

Shi also had a difficult time coming from a young widow.

Feng San was a little dumbfounded. Even though he was referring to it so clearly, why did Li Dalang still look so indifferent? Suddenly he seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice: "Da Lang, don't you recognize the big characters?"

Character?

Are there no words on the white flag?

There seemed to be four characters, but he didn't recognize any of them.

Li Dalang's family background was such that when he was a child, let alone being able to read, he didn't even dare to expect even if he had a meal of meat. How could he know the words? But Feng San didn't believe in heresy: "Master Yan said that everyone in Lijiazhuang is eager to learn, and all the young people are in it."

How can you learn to read in school..."

Hitting someone is not a slap in the face, these words made Li Dalang blush for no reason.

Dalang blushed and wanted to argue, but he felt as if his throat was being strangled and he couldn't say a single word. Qiqi Ai was very upset, but there was nothing he could do.

That's right, Lijiazhuang is where Baizhang Village people gathered after they moved here. After the scholar Li Kui came out, the third uncle thought that the family should expand its branches and cultivate talents, so he decided to hire a teacher in the village.

After a lot of back and forth, Mr. Yan successfully applied for the job and was awarded the job on the 30th.

This is three or four times more than the income he earned from opening a restaurant to educate naughty children. How dare Master Yan say that Lijiazhuang's is not good when he is away?

If the gossip really reaches the ears of the third uncle, I will definitely let Mr. Yan leave.

Even if it is a lie, Master Yan still needs to be known throughout the city, just to make the third uncle think about his ability, so that he can keep eating and drinking in Lijiazhuang. Children can't read anything at all.

, After all, Master Yan’s level was there, and Li Yun was fooled by him in the first place. And the older ones, like Li Dalang, had no shame in reading with a teenage boy. He couldn’t afford to embarrass this person.

He cannot afford to be embarrassed at home, but he will undoubtedly be embarrassed outside.

Feng San can actually read?

This made Li Dalang panic, and the jealousy in Dalang's heart suddenly broke: "Do you still know how to read?"

"Selling one's body...isn't it just four words? I know two of them." Speaking of knowing the words, Feng San's face trembled with pride: "When I was fourteen years old, I sold myself to Mr. Wang and his wife.

Years later, I sold Mr. Han, and I put the deed of sale on my body every day, how can I still not recognize it?"

Seeing Feng San's arrogant look, Li Dalang suddenly felt calm. His family was in such a difficult situation and he had never thought of selling himself. How could this guy have the nerve to say that he had already sold himself several times?

There is nothing to be proud of.

But if he sold his body to bury his father, why should he pay for the funeral on the street? Doesn’t it mean that he looks cheap? Maybe he looks like a stupid person with a lot of money, and even anyone can cheat him out of his pocket.

Money fool?

Li Dalang couldn't help but touch his chin and fell into self-doubt.

Feng San kept seducing him: "Da Lang, the person selling me is a beautiful girl. I just don't have money in my pocket. If I had money, I could still take your turn. Have you not seen the real person? After seeing the real person, I

I guess you can't wait to swallow that girl up in one gulp. Neighbors and neighbors, if you are watching the fun, please step aside, I have found a good home for my girl."

Without any explanation, Feng San pulled Li Dalang and squeezed into the crowd.

Li Dalang resisted in his heart, but that's how he was. Although he didn't like it, he wouldn't say it right away. He stumbled and squeezed into the crowd. His eyes turned from the dead man covered with white cloth and fell on the woman under the white banner.

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You can't see her face clearly, but she is pretty and filial. After the woman puts on a plain dress, she gives people the illusion of being weak and unable to help but want to protect her. Especially this woman's figure is very unusual, Li Dalang said

I don't understand why a woman dressed in white cloth and a piece of hemp rope can create a fruitful visual experience.

This is not fat, but just the right amount of plumpness. The woman's waist is so thin that it can be grasped with one hand, and her graceful figure reveals exquisite beauty, as if her whole body is like a ripe peach.

Exudes an alluring fragrance.

At this glance, Li Dalang's feet seemed to be growing on the ground and he could no longer walk.

"Sister...zi!"

When he said these words, it was as if something in his chest was about to burst out, and his whole body was in a state of confusion. The woman was sobbing softly, and seemed to have no intention of raising her head.

Li Dalang stretched out his hand, but it stopped in mid-air as if there was a wall in front of him.

The jeers suddenly became lively: "This poor girl will be fine if she meets Uncle Li."

"Dalang, don't just stand there stupidly, pull out the weeds quickly, and this pretty girl will be yours!"

"Dalang is so heroic that he can strike a hundred times with one shot!"

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He didn't hear the other words clearly, but this one hundred words made him understand it clearly. The one who stretched out felt like touching red hot coals, was burned, and retracted. He asked Feng San in horror: "What?

Baiguan?"
To be continued...