Jiang Sheng was born poor and has been begging since she was a child. She is used to being a homeless person and even enjoys fighting dogs for bones. She has never seen anything good, so she doesn't think she is living a bad life.
But Fang Heng was different. He once stood on the clouds, riding in carriages costing hundreds of taels of silver, living in houses costing thousands of taels, and casually wearing clothes that cost tens of taels of silver. He was so dazzling and lived such a wealthy life, yet he had to eat vegetable porridge and mushroom soup, endure the cold and hunger, and wander the streets.
Such a disparity is even more difficult and painful than Jiang Sheng's.
Moreover, he also carried the burden of a blood feud and the expectations and hopes of his parents.
"Third Brother, are you sad to see Brother Fufeng like this?" Jiang Sheng looked up and asked cautiously.
Fang Heng was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled.
Before meeting everyone, he must have been sad. They were all young masters from noble families, equally noble and unparalleled, but he had fallen from grace and was utterly devastated.
But after meeting Jiang Sheng, the spiritual fulfillment and the satisfaction of being self-reliant gradually made him understand.
“Life is not just about fine clothes and delicacies, nor is it just about a carriage worth a few hundred taels and clothes worth a few dozen taels.” Fang Heng bent down and looked at his sister. “Little Jiang Sheng, being with you has made me realize that there are so many kinds of life, and I have also realized how joyful it is to grow up.”
A family of three can live on a few dozen coins for a month.
More than 70% of the people can only make a living by farming and selling grain.
More than 90% of homeless children do not have a good end.
The most miserable people in this world haven't even complained yet, so why are those who have tasted sweetness crying and wailing?
What happened to the eldest branch of the Fang family was not what Fang Heng wanted to see, but since it happened, he would face it calmly.
Since there is hatred, then grow stronger and seek revenge.
Since we've already fallen from the clouds, let's try our best to climb back up.
However, this time, he had to carry his younger siblings on his back and climb back together.
Life is a journey of self-cultivation. Your origins are just the starting point, but how you walk the path is in your own hands.
That night, the darkness was thick.
But the stars in the sky are very, very bright.
Those who have passed away seem to be staring wide-eyed at their children under the cover of night.
Half-asleep, someone turned over and mumbled, "Mother."
the next day.
Zheng Ruqian packed his bags, heading off to buy land.
Thanks to his advisor brother, he already knows which town in the entire Xiyang County has the cheapest land, which town has the most fertile land, and which town has the most amiable people.
Yes, Shili Town.
If it weren't for the kindness of the people in the town, Xiao Jiang Sheng wouldn't be alive today.
There were people who were cruel to her, but there were also many who offered her help.
Jiang Sheng was overjoyed to be able to return to Shili Town to benefit the people. She got into the carriage early in the morning, waiting to go back and see the town.
Zheng Ruqian, dressed in a blue outfit, was in charge of driving the horse-drawn carriage.
Xu Mo went to the county government office early in the morning, Wen Zhiyun took Wang Fufeng to the clinic, and Fang Heng took Chang Yan to practice kung fu.
So the brother and sister waited for Zhang Qiquan and his wife and Aunt Zhang to finish packing before they set off by carriage.
The scenery along the way was familiar, the ride was familiar, and the wind was gentle.
The town that used to take a whole day to reach by trekking through mountains and rivers can now be reached in an hour or two by horse-drawn carriage.
It's the same familiar market where the little brother and sister used to carry baskets on their backs and work hard to sell mushrooms.
Now that spot has been taken by a brother and sister, the brother, who is twelve or thirteen years old, leading his sister, who is around ten years old, as they hawk their wares.
Jiang Sheng looked closely and realized, coincidentally, that they were also mushrooms from the mountain.
"Mushrooms for sale! Mushrooms for sale!" the older brother shouted. "Five coins a pound!"
The price seems a bit high, so not many people are interested in the mushrooms.
Occasionally, two elderly women would pass by, touch the mushrooms, and then disdainfully throw them back.
Jiang Sheng's heart softened a little. She asked Zheng Ruqian to stop the carriage, walked over to the siblings, pointed to the baskets on their backs, and said, "I'll take them all. How much?"
Her brother glanced at her, quickly took out a small scale and weights, weighed her, and said, "Ten pounds, very heavy, it's all yours."
Jiang Sheng took out fifty coins from her pocket and handed them to him.
The older brother's eyes reddened. He looked at Jiang Sheng gratefully, then turned and took his sister's hand, whispering, "Xiao Zhu, we have money now. Let's go buy medicine for Mother. Hurry up."
Two figures staggered out of the market, eager to get started.
Jiang Sheng was engrossed in watching.
Zheng Ruqian came over at some point and said with emotion, "Luckily I took Pang Dashan under my wing, otherwise those two siblings would probably have suffered again."
Just like they were before, they were robbed on the road.
But there was only one Fang Heng in this world, and he was only saved by chance that one time.
"I hope their mother recovers soon," Jiang Sheng said with a sweet smile.
Turning around, the brother and sister found the village head of Shili Town and explained their purpose.
Buying land is not a simple matter. First, you need to have local household registration. Second, there needs to be sufficient wasteland in the town, or someone is willing to sell their land. Otherwise, even if you have money, you can't buy even half an acre of land.
The village chief of Shili Town was a middle-aged man in his forties with a small mustache and a rather pockmarked face. When he saw Zheng Ruqian and Jiang Sheng arrive empty-handed, a hint of disappointment seemed to flash across his eyes.
So much so that when Zheng Ruqian said he wanted to buy land, he just grunted and remained noncommittal.
Zheng Ruqian's face darkened, and he coughed twice.
Zhang Qiquan, who had been waiting outside, came in carrying candy and wine, calling out as he went, "Young master, why are you running so fast? My legs can hardly keep up."
Upon seeing the village chief, he changed his tone and greeted him warmly, "So it's Village Chief Chen! I'm Zhang Qiquan from Shilipu Village. I met you when I was a child. It's been so many years, and you still look so young..."
It was at this time that Zheng Ruqian realized that personal connections were the most effective in smaller places.
Bringing candy and wine was just a way to get in touch; the real key was the small talk that followed.
All I could hear was you talking back and forth for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
When Zheng Ruqian came to his senses, he heard Zhang Qiquan address Chen Lizhang as "Uncle Chen".
“Uncle Chen, this is my boss. He grew up in our Shili Town and now runs a small business outside. He wants to come back and benefit the people in our town.” Zhang Qiquan said with a smile. “Once this land is bought, won’t the people in our town be the ones to do the farming and harvesting?”
Times have changed. The people of the Dayu Dynasty are more attached to their hometown. Transportation is also inconvenient. Sometimes, after tending to the crops, they would rather sleep at home than go out to work.
This has resulted in many families in the town living in poverty and having difficulty even getting enough to eat.
If someone hires helpers in town, you won't have to go far; you can do the work right at your doorstep, which would be a great thing.
Village Chief Chen's expression changed several times before settling on a kind and gentle one. "This is indeed a good thing. There are two acres of wasteland in the town, and I'll decide to sell them cheaply, but..."
"But whether or not more land is allocated depends on the wishes of the people themselves."
He seemed to have a deeper meaning.
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