He gritted his teeth and walked into the cold wind.

Suddenly, he seemed to step on a stone under his feet, and he staggered and almost fell into the snow.

"What is this?"

Chen Asi scratched his head, turned his head and looked at it, stunned: "Yin, Yinzi?"

Under the threshold of his family, there was a ingot of silver!

He could see clearly that even the patterns on the silver and the frost condensed on it could be seen clearly.

This is silver.

He has seen him at the inn and has seen him countless times.

He pounced on him almost like a thief, holding the silver in his palm.

The biting cold hurt his palms, but his heart was burning like a fire.

Bang!

He closed the door.

"Ahem! Fourth Brother, do you feel so painful? Then, let's take a break today, ahem."

On the bed, the woman with yellow face struggled to sit up.

"Juan, you, look."

Chen Asi spread his palm carefully.

"A Si, where did you get the money?"

The woman was shocked.

"No matter where you come from, you have your illness saved."

Chen Asi's eyes blurred:

"I, Chen A-si, have never done bad things in my life. This time, I did it. No matter who it belongs to, I will not pay back the money..."

Same thing.

It happened in poor families throughout Nanliang County.

Some people are ecstatic, some are kneeling down to worship the gods, some are crying like rain, some are worried and frightened...

And all of this,

As the initiator, An Qisheng didn't care.

He believed that the wisdom of these ordinary people who struggled in the market would hide this little money.

Even if it is discovered, it is not a large amount of silver and cannot arouse the greed of others.

Don't do bad things with good intentions.

"It's a pity that this is just a treatment of symptoms but not the root cause."

In the courtyard, An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the unfading stars in the sky from the open window, sighing in his heart.

The wars and chaos in Jiufujie may not affect many inland counties, but the levy and miscellaneous taxes will not be reduced by half.

Most of the people, including those who are as decent as Wang Quan before, live very poor.

There are not a few people who work hard and even have no food to eat.

Even though Zhang Haohao and Jiang Tingting were sold by their biological parents, their adoptive father and mother could not afford to support them. They were sold to the thief's den for the second time. They were met by Taoist Wang Quan, and they also avoided the fate of being chopped up and thrown on the street to beg for begging.

He scattered a lot of money, but compared to the poor in the world, there were very few.

Even the poor people in Nanliang County cannot be relieved at all.

He knew that this was the system, and even the world's fault, and it was impossible for a person to turn it around.

"A mere squire, save up the money..."

After sighing lightly, An Qisheng began to calculate his spoils.

An Qisheng was a little amazed by the wealth of the Zhao family.

There were more silver notes of thousands of taels of silver, seven gold coins, and more scattered silver than this, almost filled a large box.

Of course, the most were some IOUs and body contracts, and these were burned by him.

However, what he earned was at most one tenth, or even one percent.

The real big head is shops, land mu, and Zhao family town, which is not something you can talk about casually.

It's just that, he can't intervene.

Unless he formed a force, these things could only be revolved in the hands of many gentry, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, unless he formed a

Such things have happened countless times over the past tens of thousands of years.

After putting away the silver note and gold, An Qisheng took out a few ancient books and arranged them in a row.

The last two books are the martial arts learned by Zhao Hongxuan, which are similar to the nameless boy skills of Wang Quan Laodao.

All three secret books have turned yellow, and they are obviously circulating for a long time.

When I opened it, I saw that there were many notes with obviously different handwritings inside, and I obviously don’t know how many generations it has been circulated.

Buzz ~

While looking through the classics, light flashed through his perspective.

These yellowed ancient books are indeed preserved by the power of Tao.

After glancing at the beating power of Tao, after reading these three secret books one by one, his power of Tao had accumulated to forty-four o'clock.

Most of them were provided by the twelve serial knives.

"This power is not what I think is mental power, but a person's most essential wisdom..."

An Qisheng thought something and turned to the picture of the channel:
Chapter completed!