I want to be a good person

"Driver, would you like to take a job and help me pull a few carts? It will save me some trouble."

There is nothing shameful in making money through personal labor.

"How much is a car?"

"A dollar?"

"Ocean?"

"What are you thinking? See how capable you are. How about you give me the money and I'll rent your car and come to do it myself?

Damn, they say landlords are stingy, and it really is true.

"I'm not doing it yet."

"Money is negotiable. We eat well. We have flour made from fresh wheat, stir-fried noodles, and pickles as long as chopsticks. I guarantee you'll be full."

"Come on, Mr. Zheng is the most generous man in the area. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again."

The security guard who was not doing his job was just serving the landlord.

With such dedication, could it be that the landlord has a fat daughter who is worried about getting married?

As expected, these words won the landlord's admiring look.

“Yes, yes.”

The mule gave up the fodder that was within his reach.

Keep walking while shaking your head. It would be really appropriate if a poem were added to accompany the scene.

"I have harvested your wheat. Do you want to sell it?"

"Just you, I won't sell it!"

Food is life, and people all understand that.

Not paying taxes or donations, how wonderful it is, it literally means the same thing.

Just like eight abdominal muscles melted into one, it also requires huge sacrifices, a good appetite and strong teeth, does it matter whether you agree or not?

I agree on your behalf, so domineering!

"I won't sell it. Even if you pull a few dicks down, I won't buy it. There are plenty of sellers."

Spend money to buy it?

It's a bit embarrassing.

Don't take advantage of free things, otherwise you will be punished if you pay for them.

The wheat harvest was hard work, and the farmhands and tenant farmers had to eat white flour. They raced against time with the weather, their backs ached and their hands were sore, but they worked hard just to get a bite to eat.

The most tiring smell of harvest, as the wind blows the wheat waves, the wheat fragrance fills the air, faintly mixed with the sour smell of sweat.

Harvest wheat when the sky is bright red, and avoid the scorching sun.

When some people are busy, others will be idle.

The world is a contradiction, yin and yang, left and right.

Zhang Aiguo found a shady place and had just tied the mule to the tree when Zheng Laocai came over.

"Watch over the animals. The tree is mine, the leaves are mine, and anything that falls on the ground is still mine. If you eat it, you have to pay!"

Listening to the other party's serious warning, I couldn't laugh.

When he saw that Zhang Aiguo didn't say anything, he became even more aggressive.

"The grass that grows on my land is also mine. If you eat it, you have to pay for it."

Well, this ugly face has the same character as the super landlords in later generations.

Whatever is grown by nature is mine, and what you plant is also mine; except for the air, which is tax-free.

He frowned, thinking that he was wrong. CQ2 would charge a fee, but the foreigners turned the table over. Oh, what a powerful person it was to turn the table over!

"I say, why do you earn so much money? If you don't take it with you, it's the greatest sorrow of a person. Even after you die, your money is still there."

Zheng Laocai laughed.

"It is a great tragedy when one is still alive but has lost his money."

After saying this, he turned his face stern and pointed at the mule.

"You just ate 6 mouthfuls of my grass, 5 dollars."

"This"

Instead, Zhang Aiguo was stunned by these words.

Make money?

Awesome!

Ancestral wisdom!

"Oh, be careful. Some money can be earned but not spent."

Sighed and shook his head.

"Come on, what is this?"

He pointed at the security guard, as proud as an horny old rooster.

It turns out that the guard had two swords of truth stuck in his waist, and the courage was not given by Jingru.

The sun shines brightly, emitting lightsabers.

It took nearly a month to harvest the wheat with sickles.

The farmhands and tenants were counting on a good harvest so they could pay off their debts and the money they owed to their masters.

Debt is a good thing.

Debts never stop, just like the Beiyang government borrowing money from abroad. No matter who you are, as long as you dare to borrow, I will take it.

If you want me to pay you back, I’ll just follow you around when you go out. I won’t see you off!

They borrowed money from others but never thought about paying it back, which made the foreigners afraid to take action and they could only fight proxy wars.

"What, you don't agree?"

Zheng Laocai is very arrogant.

Didn't enjoy the beating of the iron fist.

Zhang Aiguo laughed, and he laughed until the end.

"I accept. You are this. Even if the deal fails, I will still be kind to you. Goodbye."

He gave a thumbs up and smiled at the other person again.

A sudden change of tone.

It made Zheng Laocai feel anxious.

Don't get yourself into trouble.

As the saying goes, trouble comes from the mouth and disease comes from the mouth.

I made an agreement with several parties to deliver grain and money, and was praised, which made me feel confident.

I hope he is not a spy from the bandits, coming here to investigate.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves missing you.

In fact, Zhang Aiguo wanted to be a good person and give him a hand, but all parties were eyeing his wealth and power, so whoever took it would get it, and the outcome was already determined.

There is silent silence in the fields, with only the chirping of insects drifting in the wind. Hope is flowing, without direction, and dissipating into the distance with the sunshine.

When a person is hungry, he focuses on the important issue of survival. As for poetry, distant places, current affairs, what do they have to do with me?

The farmers were cutting the wheat straw with sickles in their hands, and the children were working barefoot, bundling the wheat with their little hands and picking up the fallen ears of wheat.

The sharpness of Mai Ren is still fresh in people's memory.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Zhang Aiguo couldn't help but sigh and be moved by the scene.

Once upon a time, I was tanned like an old man and helped with housework.

Were you rich in that life?

The foundation is very shallow, and people who are hungry still exist, while most people can only eat enough for a mere twenty years or so.

Development by borrowing money will only benefit the previous generation and worry the future generation.

No matter how much internal debt you have, you don’t have to worry about it. Please look at my method of paying off debt.

The preface is inconsistent with the conclusion, and the promise is not kept. It is rare to find such a case.

The government’s deficit cannot even be mentioned. No one dares to mention it.

"Brother, my eyes are dim and I can't recognize the real man. I apologize for any offense I have caused you."

"If you want to buy food, I'll sell it."

"Don't worry, it's not a good deal if you're pushing for it. It has to be a willing deal. You want to sell it, but hey, I don't want to buy it now."

"Snapped"

The whip cracked and made a bang in the mule's ear.

"Master, do you want to take action?"

"Bullshit, it's useless. Why did you bring me here?"

There is work to do, time goes by quickly, the sun trots along, and dusk falls.

A row of blue brick and gray tile houses.

The money is on display.

Zhang Aiguo climbed over the wall and entered.

The cotton in the warehouse has turned yellow, and there are piles of stale grain.

The temperature was a bit high, so the walls were covered with lime to prevent moisture.

Cooked rabbit skin and a wolf skin.

In years of famine, people are more terrifying than animals. Having stocks means that life is good.

Class contradictions can never be eliminated.

Only when you are rich but unkind will you have ill-gotten wealth.

The next morning, Zhang Aiguo did not ride the mule cart again, and prepared to rob.

The black horse was taken out, the girth fastened, and the saddle secured.

He changed his outfit, wiped the Type 44 lance clean, and hung the Type 32 cavalry sword on the left.

Beat two eggs, add green grass salt and mix with bean cake.

The Japanese's gasoline stocks were running low, so in order to save money, transportation in the small county town switched to animal-drawn carts and wheelbarrows.

The grain in the fields was harvested in pieces, and the Japanese couldn't wait any longer.

A few puppet soldiers accompanied a group of Japanese soldiers, scattered around.

Both sides of the cart were piled with bags of grain. One person was pushing and one was pulling, with the puppet soldiers supervising.

“Da Da~ Da Da”

From quick steps to rapid strides, the body rises and falls with the waves of the horse.

The sharp saber was laid flat.

The sound of hooves came straight towards the convoy.

"Yo ho."

Strange cry!