Owning over 200 mu of land and dozens of shops, with no elders or children to support, he returned to the peak of his life at the age of fifteen.
Doesn’t it sound wonderful? This condition would be a very wonderful thing in any time, space or place.
The premise is, not now.
It's 1950 now. I vaguely remember that the Landlord game was played at that time, right?
Although I don’t know why I haven’t heard any news here, I also don’t know why I don’t recognize any of the great men’s names.
But the direction of other things is basically the same, even the establishment time is the same.
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
In the past, when I read novels and saw the Landlord game, I would drool and want to try my luck.
Now, I will just give you the title of landlord’s lady.
Is it surprising? Is it unexpected? Is it thrilling?
The most urgent thing is to think about how to get rid of this hot potato.
"Oh!" Song Jinxiu sat on the recliner and sighed for the hundred and first time.
Let’s go back two days.
Song Jinxiu woke up and found herself kneeling on the ground, still a little confused.
Looking around, I took in the room's furnishings, the two large, prominent white candles, and the white cloths hanging around them.
My memory came back instantly. That’s right, I was dead.
So, is this my own funeral hall?
Who collected the body for me?
Who took care of my funeral?
Time flies. Has it been seven days since the soul returned?
He walked to the coffin and prepared to look at his body.
It must be ugly to walk in that way.
Then, Song Jinxiu cried.
Wow wow wow... As expected... Too ugly!!!
No? How did I become an old man?
When I leaned over to take a look again, I saw that it was indeed a little old man.
Even though his clothes were dirty, it was obvious that they were made of good material. But why didn't anyone help him clean up?
His unrecognizable face almost caused Song Jinxiu to misunderstand.
"So this isn't me?" Song Jinxiu patted her chest and said thankfully.
"Then where is my body?"
As I was thinking this, a wave of memories that did not belong to me flooded into my mind.
He knocked Song Jinxiu unconscious and she fell to the ground again.
When I woke up it was already the next morning.
The warm sun shone on Song Jinxiu, and she slowly opened her eyes.
What a sweet sleep I had!
No way.
"Ha, ha!" Song Jinxiu sneezed twice.
Although it was summer and Song Jinxiu was wearing a lot of clothes, it was still a bit cold to lie on the cold floor all night.
Not only am I cold, but my body is also sore and my head hurts a bit. I don’t know if I bumped into something yesterday.
After a night of memory integration, Song Jinxiu had a general understanding of how things had developed.
It turns out she traveled through time! To the 1950s in a parallel world.
Her father, Old Man Song, is from this village. When he was young, he went out to work hard for a while.
When he came back, he brought back a fortune and her little girl.
When he had money, he bought land around the village and became a landlord.
Because he grew up in the village and was very familiar with the villagers, he didn't have the airs of a landlord at all.
Many of the elderly people in the village are his elders, and the land is also rented to people in the village for cultivation.
The consequence is that rent cannot be collected for many years.
Apart from the house deeds and land deeds, the most common things left at home are the IOUs from the villagers.
Every year when the harvest comes, the villagers come to complain about their poverty.
Then her father, Old Man Song, would soften his heart and agree to pay 20% of the debt.
In a good year, pay 20%, and in a bad year, pay good seeds.
In this way, her father became the most popular landlord in the area.
However, such a good guy happened when I went to town two days ago.
He was hit by a carriage and rolled down a cliff.
When he was found, he was already dead and his face was bruised.
If it weren't for the clothes and the fact that someone familiar recognized the birthmark, no one would have believed it was Old Man Song.
The people in the town helped carry the body back and left without even wiping its face, leaving only a fifteen-year-old girl guarding the mourning hall.
Look, he'll probably cry himself to death, and that'll be a good thing for me, the outsider.
Song Jinxiu's memory was a little fuzzy and confusing. She didn't know if it was because her body and soul were not integrated or what.
But none of this matters. The most important thing now is to get rid of the identity of landlord.
After much thought, she finally came up with a good idea!
The climate here allows for two crops a year, with winter wheat being planted every winter.
It is now early June and the winter wheat harvest season is approaching.
When Old Man Song was still alive, he only collected 20% of the rent.
Now that her father is gone, it’s still a question whether she can receive the rent.
Except for twenty acres of land that was kept to hire a long-term worker, the rest was rented out.
Now there are 200 acres of land being planted with winter wheat, and the rest of the land is not good land.
At the beginning of spring, we planted some coarse grains such as sweet potatoes, sorghum, and beans.
Beans grow wild and can survive wherever you plant them.
Song Jinxiu figured things out and began to look carefully at the house she lived in.
A row of very ordinary brick houses.
Because there were only a father and daughter living there, only two bedrooms, a utility room, a woodshed and a kitchen were built.
There was a large courtyard in front. The gate was closed, so Song Jinxiu had no idea what was outside.
Song Jinxiu wanted to change her clothes. After all, the clothes she wore for two days seemed a bit shabby.
On second thought, this was a good idea, so she walked out with a haggard face and wrinkled clothes.
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