Ancient natural disasters: The whole family traveled through time and was almost wiped out

Chapter 233

Jiang Xiubai: “…”

Ah this...

Oh my god, your question is so tricky!

How do you want me to answer?

Wan Jinyou replied: "I don't know! Maybe the ancestors like me more!"

After these words came out, it was Liu's turn to be speechless. Although she secretly hoped that her child would be the one who won the most favor from the ancestors, deep down she felt that it was impossible -

Jiang Yipei is the most promising son of the Jiang family in eighty generations. Don’t the ancestors like him the most? Even if it’s not him, there is still Jiang Xiumian. How could it be her Xiaobai’s turn?

But she didn't say it, for fear of hurting the child's feelings.

"Uh... what is that——"

Liu frowned. What did she want to ask just now?

"If you can't remember, then forget it!" Jiang Xiubai thought about it and told him about his physical condition. Of course, he still told a white lie: "The ancestor gave me a pill - but it's not free. It costs money, thirty taels of silver. He said that after taking this pill, I can recover in seven days."

"Thirty taels?" Liu's eyes widened with excitement. She sighed: "Why are the things our ancestors brought so expensive?"

"Well... maybe it's working. Look, I've been running up and down the mountain for half a day today, and nothing happened."

"Not uncomfortable at all, not short of breath?" Liu pulled him to look around and began to get excited: "So that means your illness... is cured?"

"No!" Jiang Xiubai said, "I just said it, it's only for seven days!"

"Seven days? Thirty taels?!" Liu was numb. She really thought it was too expensive. If it could be completely cured, it would be good enough!

Suddenly, he thought something was wrong, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Where did you get the money?"

Although her family had some money, they would definitely not give such a large amount of pocket money to their child. Jiang Xiubai had at most three or two taels of private money.

"Uh, Uncle Pei gave it to me." Jiang Xiubai said it as if it was a matter of course, and Liu's face was hurt by the slap. She opened her mouth wide: "How can you ask your uncle for so much money! You want money... If you want money, tell your parents!"

Jiang Xiubai stopped talking. Liu said "Hey" in annoyance and was about to look for the money box: "I'll get the money and give it back to the owner."

"Mother, I can't pay it back." Jiang Xiubai hurriedly stopped her: "Uncle Pei has already given me tens of thousands of taels of silver."

"What?" Liu felt her eyes go dark and she almost fell to the ground. "How could you take so much money from someone else? No, what are you going to do with so much money?!"

"Don't our ancestors bring us things from time to time? These things all cost money. How can I afford them? All the money is given by Uncle Pei. I earn a little hard work fee from it."

"You...you're still earning hard work fees?! You're still earning money from your uncle!"

"Uncle has to give it to me. What can I do? Don't want it?"

"You..." Liu didn't know what to say. Her head was buzzing. She waved her hands and said, "Just leave me alone."

Jiang Xiubai: "Oh."

I'm sorry, mom.

He really said whatever he thought, but few of his words were true. Ancestors of the Jiang family, if you are still alive, please do not expose him!

Liu rubbed her forehead from time to time and closed her eyes, recalling many things that happened after Jiang Yipei's family returned to the village.

He returned with a convoy loaded with many things.

He sent out a caravan and bought back a lot of things.

He sold quilts, vacuum bags, and all kinds of novelty items that they had never seen before at low prices.

But whatever it is, it’s – low price.

She didn't think there was anything wrong when no one pointed it out, but when Jiang Xiubai said this to her today, everything seemed wrong. Although Jiang Yipei brought back a lot of things, it was definitely not as much as he sold.

Where do these things come from?

Brought by my ancestor.

Liu finally understood. The ancestor only brought gifts but did not give money. So who gave the money? It was Jiang Yipei.

He bought at high prices and sold at low prices, spending a lot of money just to benefit the village!

In fact, everyone knows that Jiang Yipei sells goods at low prices for the sake of the villagers. Now the village store is still open, and the things inside are still as cheap as before.

In this world, at this price, how could Jiang Yipei not lose money?

But they definitely didn't know that Jiang Yipei spent tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Thinking of this, Liu's heart was filled with excitement. Really, she had never seen anyone as good as Jiang Yipei in her entire life!

At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief - the 10,000 taels were not spent by her Xiao Bai alone! It was spent by the whole village!

In this way, the pressure on her family to repay the debt was much less.

If it's a full ten thousand taels, how can they pay it back?

"You still have to return the money to your uncle Pei. You can figure out how much you have to pay back. Do you have an idea? After all, your uncle bought things through you, and the things we got back were also bought through you."

Jiang Xiubai: "...I can't remember, I can't figure it out! How can I figure it out clearly? Why do you have to figure it out so clearly?!"

This made Liu choke: "Your Uncle Pei is your uncle, not your father! Even your own father has to settle accounts, let alone an uncle who is about to be out of the fifth degree of mourning!"

How could she and the child's father feel at ease after taking so much money from others?

"Then pay it back slowly? It doesn't matter if we pay it back in a little while! Besides, our family may not have that much money! Do we really have to empty our family's coffers to pay off the debt? How can we live like that?"

Every time Jiang Xiubai said something, the veins on Liu's forehead twitched, but after hearing the end, she had to admit that what he said made sense.

That's it.

Liu closed her eyes tightly, and opened them after a long time. She waved to Jiang Xiubai, "Come here, burn some incense for your grandparents, and wait until Qingming Festival, then go up the mountain to thank our ancestors!"

Liu never asked whether this so-called "pill" would be harmful to the body.

That’s definitely not possible!

As an ancestor, how could you possibly harm your own grandson?

After being held down on the head by Liu and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times in front of the seats of her grandparents, Jiang Xiubai was finally allowed back to her room. However, she sat in the main hall for a long time, then went out to the old Jiang's house and paid a visit to old lady Yang.

She did not show any sign of abnormality, nor did she mention the matter of "the ancestors bringing goods" to Old Lady Yang. She did not know whether Old Lady Yang knew about this matter or how much she knew. She just chatted and strolled with Old Lady Yang as usual.

She really wanted to do something for the Jiang family, but found that she could do nothing. The Jiang family had servants and slaves. Even if she wanted to do something, she couldn't interfere, and the servants would not let her interfere.

-

"That's it."

Jiang Xiubai told Jiang Xiaomi all the lies he had told Liu. Jiang Xiaomi was very satisfied that he had not told anyone about his space. She gave him a thumbs up and said, "Great! Then I have to inform my parents and my brother so that the truth will not be revealed."

"Alas..." Jiang Xiubai sighed: "I have been in this ancient world for less than half a year, and I have told more lies than I have in the past twenty years."

"Are you sure?" Jiang Xiaomi didn't believe it: "Haven't you said you didn't want to go to school a few times a week because you had a stomachache?"

"Really not!" Jiang Xiubai shook his head firmly: "I still love studying. Before the college entrance examination, I was a good student who got up at six and went to bed at ten! It was only after taking online classes at home for a few years in college that I started to degenerate."

"Well, your childhood and my childhood seem to be different." Jiang Xiaomi recalled the past and couldn't help laughing: "I used to tell my family that I wanted to stay in school for tutoring, but in fact I went to fight."

"Your school days were so wonderful!" Jiang Xiubai pouted: "I wish I had known you earlier."

"It's not good to get to know me too early." Jiang Xiaomi glanced at him and said suddenly.

Jiang Xiubai was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because, at that time..."

"You either join others in bullying me, or you join me in being bullied by others."

Jiang Xiaomi seldom tells others about these things from her childhood, but today she doesn't know what to ask, so she wants to talk to Jiang Xiubai about it.

"Ah?" Jiang Xiubai was stunned, and immediately turned Jiang Xiaomi's shoulders: "Are you being bullied in school?!"

Jiang Xiaomi raised her eyebrows, said "Hmm..." and said, "Otherwise why would my parents send me to the mountains to practice martial arts!"

Jiang Xiaomi was obviously smiling, but Jiang Xiubai found the smile irritating. He swallowed and asked in a buzzing voice, "When did it happen?"

"Second grade, I guess." Jiang Xiaomi stretched her legs and made a small movement with her toes, her eyes were a little empty, she recalled the past: "At that time, a rich girl transferred to our class, a little princess type, she liked others to revolve around her, but I didn't, because my family was also rich. How could I praise her every day for her little money!"

"I don't know what happened afterwards, I can't remember it clearly, but the thing I remember most is that one day, all the kids in the class stopped playing with me. They blocked me in the toilet, bumped into me on purpose during physical education class, and tore up my homework. That girl even knew PUA, and she kept telling me that only losers would complain to their families."

"I was so stupid at that time. In order not to be a coward, I endured it for two months without saying a word to my family. If it wasn't for the hot weather and short sleeves, my parents and my brother wouldn't have known that I had been beaten for more than two months."

"What happened next?" Jiang Xiubai's voice was muffled.

"Then I transferred to another school. My family was powerful, so I was the one who went! But not long after that, I started to learn martial arts. My parents said that even if I beat someone to a pulp, no one was allowed to hurt me again."

"This is good!" Jiang Xiubai also felt that this was the way it should be!

He really didn't expect that the optimistic, cheerful and carefree Jiang Xiaomi actually had such an experience when she was a child, but those were all in the past. Sister Xiaomi was terribly powerful now. She could beat three people without even getting out of breath.

For a long while, neither of them spoke. Jiang Xiu looked at Jiang Xiaomi's face and said in a casual tone, "What did you learn in the mountains? I've never seen you fight in school or in ancient times! Are you good? Is it modern martial arts or ancient martial arts?"

"It can be considered ancient martial arts. As for why he didn't use his skills, Kung Fu is a killing skill. How can you just use it casually?"

Seeing Jiang Xiaomi's proud look, Jiang Xiubai bumped her shoulder and said, "Come on, are ancient martial arts better than modern martial arts? I also know a few moves in Taekwondo and Tai Chi, but they don't seem to have any lethality!"

"Taekwondo and Tai Chi are also very powerful, but what you have learned is at most the form, how can it have lethal power? You have only taken a few classes and haven't even entered the door. When you really start fighting, I guess you can't even remember what moves you learned, right? If someone throws a punch at you, you either squat or fall down."

"What you said is not right. What do you mean by either squat or fall down? Am I that cowardly? Didn't I fight you for several moves yesterday? It was such a satisfying fight! Do you have Alzheimer's disease? You forgot so quickly? Humph!"

Jiang Xiaomi was amused: "Okay, okay, you are awesome, okay! Then while you are still healthy, quickly pick up your Taekwondo and Tai Chi. The world is so chaotic now, maybe they can be useful when the Japanese invaders enter the village!"

"Tsk - can you touch the wood, spit and say it again?" Jiang Xiubai was very dissatisfied: "Don't talk about this kind of thing casually, what if it comes true? The Japanese invaders came into the village, robbed money and food, killed people and set fires. Our village is not a fortress that can defend itself -"

"I always consider the worst possible outcome. If those refugees outside dare to enter the village, I am not afraid."

"Jiang Xiaomi, you will die if you don't brag! Why aren't you afraid? Why aren't you afraid? Can you fight against ten thousand people alone, or can your group of little disciples go out to fight soon?"

Jiang Xiaomi rolled her eyes at him and said, "You said you were a liberal arts student, so let me ask you, what is the biggest difference between humans and animals?"

"Humans can make and use tools! No - what does this have to do with liberal arts students?"

"It's written in history books." Jiang Xiaomi raised her eyebrows at Jiang Xiubai, who rolled his eyes speechlessly. Then Jiang Xiaomi said, "Jiangjia Village is our old nest. Do you think my brother will allow our old nest to be destroyed?"

"Are you saying that Brother Mian was already prepared?"

"Of course! Do you think my brother is really sleeping because he doesn't leave his room every day?"

Jiang Xiubai felt relieved after hearing this, but he was also curious: "What preparations did Brother Mian make? Tell me!"

Jiang Xiaomi blinked: "What do you think can defeat a hundred people alone and has the greatest killing power?"

"Gunpowder! Bomb!" Jiang Xiubai stared, realizing that his voice was a bit loud, Jiang Xiubai quickly lowered his voice: "Is it?"

"uh-huh!"

"Fuck!" Jiang Xiubai couldn't help but say, "Your family really are all people who can do great things!"

"Then you are quite good at judging people." Jiang Xiaomi accepted the compliment very directly: "My father also has a plan for the fort you just mentioned. Now the brick kiln in our village has been built. When the Qingming Festival comes, the uncles and brothers in the village will come back to visit the graves. They don't plan to go out for the time being. It's not the same as building a fort. After all, it's a huge project, but at least the wall must be erected."