After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

Didn't the bald man give six taels of silver as a betrothal gift? Damn it, Ye Lao Si didn't give Ye Xunqing a penny, did he? Judging from the current situation, yes.

"Okay, go wherever it's cool, we'll have money in the future." Ye Xunqing said confidently, "Xiaobai can eat whatever he wants."

Xiaobai nodded, "Yeah."

The boy walked away grumbling, "I'm so poor that I have to sell myself. I don't have any money."

Ye Xunqing was speechless. He really had no money. In his previous life, he was a rich second-generation with a fortune. He didn't expect that in this life, not only would he become a pauper, but he would also be reduced to selling himself.

"Brother, don't be sad. Xiaobai doesn't like sweets." Ye Xunbai said very considerately.

Ye Xunqing smiled and said, "I love it. We will eat it every day from now on."

After a few more words, Ye Xunqing went to plant the rice seedlings. Fortunately, the muscle memory of the original owner's planting rice seedlings was still there, and he quickly adapted to it. He also didn't mind stepping into the mud barefoot, because he hadn't tried to step on the ground with his feet for many years.

In his previous life, he had bone cancer. First, his legs became weak, then painful, and then he was confined to a wheelchair. In the end, he had no strength in his body and was so thin that he was just skin and bones.

Ye Xunqing looked down at his legs. Although they were very thin, they had some strength. At least he could feel that they existed.

"Let's get to work." Ye Xunqing was in a good mood. He was humming modern pop songs while planting rice seedlings in the water.

Chen Jinhua, her mother and her two sons were in the field next to them. The three of them were planting seedlings in one field, while Ye Xunqing was planting seedlings in another field alone.

The land allocated to Ye Laosi was relatively small, only four and a half acres. It was very difficult for him to support a family of seven or eight people with these four acres of land. Therefore, after Yang's death, Ye Laosi's life became more and more difficult.

In the evening, one-third of Ye Xunqing's field was still empty and had not been planted with rice seedlings. He planned to come back and plant them tomorrow.

Ye Xunbai had fallen asleep while waiting. Ye Xunqing washed the mud off his body in the ditch nearby, then put on straw sandals and carried his brother home.

When passing by a field, he saw the man at noon again. The man was bending over and planting rice seedlings.

Ye Xunqing asked him, "Aren't you going home yet?"

Feng Jingheng stood up and turned around. Seeing that it was Ye Xunqing, he said, "Finish planting this piece before going back."

"Oh." Ye Xunqing hugged Ye Xunbai and left, "Then we'll go first."

Feng Jingheng nodded and continued to bend down to plant rice seedlings.

In the field next door, a man who looked somewhat like Feng Jingheng said, "Second brother, he's getting married soon. You can't get too close to him. Our family can't afford eight taels of silver."

Feng Jingheng was silent for a long time before he said, "Well, I understand."

Feng Jingheng's elder brother Feng Jinghua looked at his younger brother and could only shake his head silently.

When Feng Jingheng learned that Ye Laosi was going to sell Ye Xunqing to Wang Sandu, he also went to test Ye Laosi's attitude. Ye Laosi said that if he gave eight taels of silver, he would let him take Ye Xunqing home.

The Feng family could not afford eight taels of silver. The third son of the Feng family had not yet paid off the twelve taels of silver he owed for marrying his wife two years ago.

It's funny to say that the eldest and second sons of the Feng family haven't married yet, but the youngest one, the third son, is married. You can't blame him for getting married early, you can only blame him for getting a woman pregnant and having to get married with a child. The third son of the Feng family is one year younger than Ye Xunqing, but he already has a son.

In Yejia Village, unmarried women and their sons who became pregnant were condemned to death by being thrown into a pig cage. Unable to resist their brother's pleading, Feng Jinghua and Feng Jingheng gave him all the money they had saved for years to marry him. The wedding was a grand affair, with a troupe of opera performers invited because the bride loved opera and insisted on having someone perform.

As night fell, the Ye family members went to bed, but Ye Xunqing was still asleep. He took the peaches he had picked during the day to the kitchen, intending to steam them into canned peaches for his younger brother. However, after searching around, he couldn't find the candy.

"Xiaobai, is there no sugar in our house?" Ye Xunqing asked.

Ye Xunbai replied, "The sugar is locked in Er Niang's cabinet."

Ye Xunqing was a little disappointed, "It seems to be a precious thing."

Without sugar, the canned food would not be sweet, so Ye Xunqing cut the peaches and the two brothers sat in the yard to eat them.

The unpolluted sky is very beautiful. The crescent moon hangs in the black sky, and not a single star can be seen.

"Looking up at the bright moon, I think of my hometown!" Ye Xunqing said with emotion. Although he is dead, he still misses his hometown. When I read this poem as a child, I didn't feel much, but now I can appreciate the homesickness of the great poet.

"Brother, are you reciting a poem?" Although Xiaobai didn't understand, he had heard his brother recite it before.

"Oh, it is." Ye Xunqing was a little curious, "How did you know I was reciting a poem?"

"My brother used to recite poems often, but my third brother and the others didn't let him. They said that he couldn't take the imperial examination, so what was the point of reciting those poems?" Ye Xunbai said with great regret.

"That's right, Yang... Daddy knows how to read. It's impossible for him not to teach his own children." Ye Xunqing finished the peach in a few bites and said, "Let's go back to the house and find a book."

"There are no more books." Ye Xunbai was a little sad. "My brother said that all of my father's books were sold by my father."

Ye Xunqing could only say that Ye Laosi was a spendthrift who could sell anything except books.

"Xiaobai, can you read?" Ye Xunqing asked him.

Ye Xunbai shook his head and said, "Xiaobai can only write his own name. My brother taught me this." Then he used his fingers to draw his name on the sand.

It's strange to say, Ye Xunqing doesn't recognize the characters or dialects of this era, but he can understand what they say and recognize the words written by Xiaobai. It seems that this is the memory of the original owner, and the original owner still left something for him.

"Okay, when I have money in the future, I will definitely send you to school." Ye Xunqing held his younger brother and sat him on his lap.

Ye Xunbai was also very happy, "Yeah, Xiaobai believes in brother."

The next morning, Ye Lao Si told Ye Xun Qing that he must finish planting the rice seedlings in the field today, otherwise he would not let him eat. Ye Xun Qing did not argue with him and said that he would definitely finish planting before dark.

After Ye Laosi and the others went to the fields, Ye Xunqing got up to wash. There were no brushes in that era, so they just poked their teeth with willow twigs. Ye Xunqing didn't like it, but he had no tools at hand, so he could only make do with the willow twigs.

Ye Xunqing was about to take Ye Xunbai out, but he didn't expect Yang Qin to come. Seeing that Ye Xunqing was fine, Yang Qin finally smiled.

"Xiaoqing, your aunt brought you some food. You and Xiaobai can eat it. Don't tell anyone else." Yang Qin secretly handed him a small basket covered with a white cloth.