Chapter 135: There is not much money left at home
“Why has Qingxi Village been peaceful for so many years?”
"Why are both Upper Village and Lower Village willing to submit to Shen Wenfu's management?"
"Why do the number of people arriving at the canyon entrance decrease with time, but still remain constant?"
“Why is the lumber camp located here?”
"Why can a small village in the wilderness produce a scholar?"
A series of questions made Sang Yongjing speechless. These questions were like a mountain pressing on his chest, making him suddenly feel a little breathless.
These questions have been lingering in Sang Yu's mind since she first came to Qingxi Village, and she couldn't figure them out at first.
But today, she happened to learn about the relationship between Wang Shun and Shen Wenfu, and she suddenly understood many things.
From what Carpenter Wang said, Qingxi Village has existed for at least three generations. If we calculate at twenty years per generation, that's sixty years, almost as long as the time it took for Lingnan City to be founded.
Bandits are rampant in the mountains, and even though the government has been suppressing them for years, there has been no effect. Why can the people of Qingxi Village live here in peace?
Sometimes, if you just change your thinking slightly, you can guess the general truth.
Is it possible that the bandits who could not be eliminated were deliberately left behind by the government?
It does save time and effort to eliminate the bandits in one go, but what reason can we use to ask for funding from the higher authorities afterwards, and where can we find achievements to commend ourselves and our subordinates?
Isn't Qingxi Village a place that "raises" "bandits" in Lingnan City?
The people who had just been exiled here were deliberately allowed to choose their escape route outside the city. A large number of refugees would eventually gather outside Qingxi Village. The rich would move into the village, and who would care where the poor would go?
As for the private human trafficking, does it have anything to do with the government? Not at all.
Sang Yu didn't know how many people were involved, but people like Shen Wenfu and Wang Shun must have played an important role in ensuring the smooth progress of the plan.
It is not difficult to take revenge on Wang Shun alone, but it is a bit difficult to get away safely after the revenge.
She had no idea how much shock her series of questions had brought to Sang Yongjing and Sang Xingjia. She pinched her chin and frowned, thinking about how to proceed.
Sang Xingjia reached out his hand tremblingly and gently tugged at the corner of her clothes. Meeting her puzzled gaze, he asked hoarsely, "Little sister, what did you mean by that just now?"
"Well...why don't you just stop asking."
Sang Yu felt that it was better for Sang Xingjia not to know about the dark side of the world. After all, he was an honest man who devoted himself to reading the classics, and knowing too much about some things was not a good thing.
"Little sister!" Sang Xingjia suddenly became anxious. He was not a fool who knew nothing. Just from the questions she had just asked, he could actually get some vague information.
"Well, I actually didn't intend to let you know these things at first, but now everyone is an insider, and knowing more is better than knowing nothing."
Unable to persuade him, Sang Yu sighed and told him her findings bit by bit.
She started by talking about the woman who disappeared at the canyon entrance, then moved on to Wang Shun and the others guarding the canyon entrance, and her speculation that the Shen family had some connection with the Lingnan City official website...
After finishing a long string of messages, Sang Yu picked up the water glass on the table and drank it all. She had talked so much that her throat was dry, while the others fell into a long silence.
Knowing that they needed some time to digest and receive this shocking information, Sang Yu did not rush them. She sat quietly beside the confused Sang Xinghao and whispered in his ear.
Other people in the family might be able to understand what she said, but Sang Xinghao certainly couldn't understand it.
She didn't want to force this precocious child to understand those profound and complicated things, so she whispered to him, "Hao'er, it's enough for you to know one thing."
Sang Xinghao looked up confusedly: "What's the matter?"
"Village Chief Shen and the people who just came are not good people, but now we have to pretend that we don't know that they are bad people. Do you understand?"
Her words were a little awkward, and she was thinking about whether to rephrase them, but she saw Sang Xinghao nod.
"I understand. We are now like the protagonist in the storybook, hiding our strength and biding our time, waiting for the day when we can take down the bad guys in one fell swoop."
Wow, this kid is quite smart, he even used idioms, but the meaning is a bit wrong.
Sang Yu kissed his chubby little face and said, "Our Hao'er is really smart. He's right."
He had never expected that she would suddenly kiss him. His cheeks turned red, and he covered his face and said shyly, "Sister, men and women shouldn't touch each other."
"How old are you? You already know to avoid suspicion with your sister." Sang Yu laughed. The child is only a few years old. It is the age when he should be loved by his family. It is normal to give him a kiss.
Unexpectedly, Sang Xinghao's face turned serious, and he began to recite the text while shaking his head: "Sister, it is said in the Book of Rites: Boys and girls under the age of seven cannot sit at the same table, and cannot..."
With a "click", Sang Yu kissed him on the other cheek again, acting like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.
"Oh? Then sister kissed him again, what should Hao'er do?"
"..." Sang Xinghao was suddenly speechless. With a flushed face, he ran to hide behind Sang Xingjia, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed as he looked at her timidly, like a little girl being teased.
"Yu'er, stop teasing your little brother," Sang Yongjing finally digested the overwhelming amount of information she had said and asked hesitantly, "So we're just going to ignore everything? Nothing will happen, right?"
The family had finally settled down and had a place to call home, and he really didn't want to be involved in any more trouble.
"Nothing will happen. Just make the best of it. Don't worry, Dad." Sang Yu regained his composure and answered patiently.
She had considered many things before choosing this location to build a house. After considering all factors, she still felt that building a house here was the best choice.
There are indeed underground forces, persecution and power here, but those things have nothing to do with the villagers living here. Even if things are exposed one day, they will not be implicated.
Seeing everyone in front of him frowning, Sang Yu took the initiative to change the subject: "Hey, stop looking so sad, let's go to the city to do some shopping tomorrow morning."
"Big purchase? What do you want to buy? Is there enough money at home?" The person asking the question was Sang Xingjia.
He didn't care about money, but he also knew that his family didn't have much money in total, and they had just spent a lot of money to build a new house, so they couldn't afford such extravagance.
Sang Yu smiled and nodded: "It's enough. If you don't believe me, ask grandma."
Most of the family's money was in the hands of Old Lady Shi. When she heard Sang Yu's words, she looked embarrassed and said, "There's not much money left at home."
The smile on his face froze, and Sang Yu was a little bit unbelievable.
If we add the money earned from the first few times of selling candy, the family has almost six taels of silver. Now we have no money?
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