Chapter 115: A Rich Family (Additional Chapter for Alliance Leader Tang Jialan)

Xiang County.

Located on the edge of Luozhou, with Jingzhou and Chongshan.

The county has twelve towns under its jurisdiction, of which Qingshan Town is the poorest, and Majiagou is the poorest among the towns.

The sun was high in the sky.

Ma Laosan trembled and climbed out of bed, looking at the tattered clothes on his body.

"Things that even dogs don't wear!"

He looked disgusted, but unfortunately his family was penniless and he only had this one for all seasons.

In winter, he relied on stuffing thatch to avoid the cold, barely freezing to death.

Pushing open the door, the sunlight shone on his face, his complexion looked pale, not like a poor villager at all.

There was no wall at all in the yard, and it was surrounded by a wooden fence, covered with calf-high weeds. If it weren't for the farm tools in the corner, no one would think that someone lived in the house.

Ma Laosan yawned, carried the hoe crookedly, and walked towards his own field.

He took a break after walking three steps, met a fellow villager and chatted with him for a few words, and didn't reach the end of the field until the second half of the day.

The weeds in the field were as tall as the wheat seedlings. Ma Lao San muttered a few curses, hoeed a few times, and collapsed on the ground with weakness all over his body.

There were also people cultivating the fields next to him, and the weeds were no less than those of Ma Lao San's family.

However, the neighboring couple, the man was thin and thin, and the woman was big and strong. After clearing the weeds a few times, they gave up.

The neighbor's man crossed his legs and lay on the grass: "Lao San, you are so old and still don't marry. Don't let my uncle, the fifth uncle, die without descendants."

Ma Lao San glanced at the strong woman and said contemptuously.

"Only you can have such a woman. She is like a bear in the dark. I am afraid of ghosts!"

The strong woman heard it, grabbed a clod of earth and rushed over, cursing that Lao San deserved to have no wife.

Ma Lao San rolled away, dragging his hoe backwards, and fled back to the village like a defeated soldier.

Along the way, he met many villagers who had returned from the fields. Seeing Ma Laosan's hurried look, they all laughed and joked.

In the poorest mountain village in Xiang County, joyful laughter echoed in the sky.

Ma Laosan trotted back home, sat on the bed and panted for a long time. He opened the rice jar and found it was empty enough to starve a mouse to death.

He scraped the pot and found a layer of rice crust left over from yesterday's unwashed rice.

He added water, pulled out a few edible weeds, and cooked them with the rice crust into a green paste.

"Something that even dogs won't eat!"

Ma Laosan pinched his nose and closed his eyes, and gulped it down into his stomach.

The green paste entered his stomach and intestines, as if he couldn't adapt to it, causing a twisting spasm, and Ma Laosan rolled on the ground in pain.

"Hehehe..."

When the pain was over, Ma Laosan panted and crawled back to the house.

In the dilapidated thatched house, any light-transmitting places were blocked, even the windows were sealed with thick wooden boards, and the cracks that let in sunlight were filled with mud.

Once the door was closed, it was as if it was plunged into darkness.

Ma Laosan did not take off his clothes at night, and lay on the bed to sleep.

I don’t know how long it took.

It was dawn outside.

He woke up from his sleep and lifted the quilt embroidered with dogtail flowers.

"Come here, help the master get up."

Ma Laosan got up, and immediately two beautiful maids came into the room, one helped him dress, and the other brought warm water to wipe his face.

Pushing open the courtyard door, you can see more than a dozen blue brick and tile houses in two rows on the left and right, and the ground is paved with blue bricks.

There is a wife in each room, some are petite, some are graceful, and some are plump and graceful...

"Master, your hoe."

The two maids carried the silver-handled and golden-headed hoe, which was eight feet long and weighed no less than a hundred pounds.

Ma Lao San grabbed the golden and silver hoe, not feeling the weight at all. At this time, he was two meters tall, majestic, wearing a green scholar's robe and a square scarf on his head.

"Master, let's go!"

Ma San stood up straight, carrying a hoe and walked out of the ten-meter-long yard.

When he went out, he saw a large wheat field, which was neatly managed.

Waving the hoe and fighting in the field, loosening the soil and weeding, Ma Lao San was full of energy and worked non-stop until noon.

Eight daughters-in-law came out of the house, each carrying the prepared food.

Some made steamed buns, some made dumplings, some cooked noodles, and some fried dough sticks...

Among them, Ma Lao San's favorite was Lao Liu, who was well-educated and behaved like a scholar.

While eating, Ma Lao San enjoyed the service of the eight wives and felt comfortable.

"Okay, go back. Women should not show their faces. I'm going to work!"

The owner's aura was full, and he ordered the eight wives to retreat and started the afternoon work again.

The wheat field was endless. Ma Laosan worked all day, but only cleaned up one-tenth or even one-hundredth of it.

Night fell.

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When Ma Laosan returned home, the wives had already prepared dinner and had to wait for him to come back before eating.

More than a dozen hot and cold dishes, a jar of rice wine, and food and drink made Ma Laosan interested.

"It's time to go to Laoliu's room today, so don't wait!"

When the other wives heard Ma Laosan's order, they all looked disappointed. They didn't dare to refute the words of the head of the family and went back to the house to rest.

Laoliu was shy and timid, and he pulled Ma Laosan into the house and was about to blow out the lights and turn off the fire.

"The lights are on today!"

"Master - you are bad -"

"What good or bad, I'm afraid of black bears!"

Ma Laosan plowed a few times, felt physically and mentally exhausted, and fell asleep sweetly with Laoliu in his arms.

When he woke up, it was already noon.

Ma Laosan tried hard to close his eyes and didn't want to open them, but there was a knock on the door outside and the creaking sound of the fence shaking.

"Who is so ignorant that he disturbs people's peace so early in the morning?"

After spending a long time with the well-educated and polite Sixth Daughter-in-law, he also learned a few idioms.

He got up and opened the door. At the end of the weed-covered courtyard, a young man leading a yellow cow was banging on the wooden door.

Ma Laosan yawned in a daze and asked impatiently: "Who are you? What's the matter?"

"I am Zhou Yi. I came from Luojing to find a friend. I want to ask if I have seen any strangers here recently?"

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with a light, and he found that Ma Laosan was surrounded by demonic aura, and the luck on his head was grayish white.

"Stranger?"

Ma Laosan was shocked when he heard the words, and looked at Zhou Yi carefully.

I don't know what material his clothes are made of, but they seem to be more exquisite than those of the town master. The cow he led has a strong back that can sleep people.

"I haven't seen it, but I can take you to see the village chief. He may know."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yi bowed his hands to thank him.

Ma Laosan opened the gate, and there was no need to lock it. Everything in the house was not worth the money to lock it.

He led Zhou Yi to the center of the village. It was almost noon, and the village was quiet. No farmers were seen going to the fields.

"What kind of cloth is your clothes made of?"

"It's silk."

"So this is silk. Can I touch it and get one too?"

"Sure."

"What's on your finger? It's very beautiful."

Ma Laosan hesitated all the way, asking questions here and there, and wanted to touch everything Zhou Yi was wearing inside and out.

The village chief's yard had a low wall made of mud. After being exposed to wind and sun, most of the mud bricks melted, and the top of the wall was up and down like a city wall.

The three thatched houses in the yard looked a little more luxurious than the single rooms of other villagers.

Ma Laosan shouted inside across the wall: "Village chief, another outsider is here."

An old man walked out of the thatched house, with fluffy white hair and a big wine-grooved nose that almost blocked his mouth.