To get rich quickly, you need to be simple and rough

Li Yongqiang sighed as he lay on his simple bed. "Finally, I'm back!" Leaving this place behind was a real challenge. He took out a piece of ice-violet jadeite from his space and admired it. It was truly beautiful. The vibrant purple color held its color in the light, and it was as watery as a spring.

Even a man like Li Yongqiang felt it was breathtaking. He finally understood why the old woman, the Empress Dowager Cixi, had a special liking for jadeite. Only jadeite has so many unpredictable colors, a cool luster and a noble temperament.

Dangdangdang There was a knock on the door of the bamboo building. Li Yongqiang opened the door and saw Dao Yulan holding a bowl of scrambled eggs. The little girl was wearing a light green tube skirt and a white short-sleeved jacket. She looked neat and refreshing, and her big, twinkling eyes seemed to be able to speak.

The little girl held up the bowl of scrambled eggs and said, "Comrade Li's mother's fever has subsided. Thank you for the medicine. You must accept this bowl of scrambled eggs."

Li Yongqiang saw the little girl's palm-sized face and it was obvious that the girl was malnourished.

He hurried into the room and took out more than a pound of pork belly, strung it on a string, and gave it to the little girl: "Thank you, Comrade Dao Yulan. I accept this bowl of eggs. This is the meat I bought in Chong County. You can give one to your mother to nourish her body. Please don't refuse me."

Dao Yulan declined several times before accepting the piece of pork belly. "Ama, eating more good food is good for your recovery," she said. "But I felt a little sorry for taking advantage of Comrade Li."

Li Yongqiang had no shortage of food. He had made his living in these small worlds and had no shortage of money or supplies. He just felt sorry for the skinny little girl.

The bell for work always rings as scheduled. Men, women, young and old all come to get their tools. When the corn is ripe, everyone has to join in the harvest.

Secretary Yan, who usually appears to be a good person, was very aggressive at this moment. When Liu Yumei, a young intellectual, wanted to take a day off, she was scolded. Daring to ask for leave at this moment was like swatting a fly on a tiger's head.

Li Yongqiang carried a large bamboo basket on his back and wore gloves as he went into the cornfield. Thanks to his strong spirit, he broke the corns very quickly and soon filled a full basket.

At this time, Yulan was seen struggling to move forward with a large bamboo basket on her back. Li Yongqiang held Dao Yulan's basket with his hands. Dao Yulan looked up and saw that it was Li Yongqiang. She hurriedly said, "Comrade Li, I can do it. You are carrying a lot of heavy things, so you don't need to help me."

Li Yongqiang looked at the stubborn girl and said, "As a man, I am definitely stronger than you. Don't refuse."

Dao Yulan blushed and kept silent. Li Yongqiang helped Dao Yulan carry her backpack that day.

Li Yongqiang was exhausted when he returned to the small bamboo house. His skin was covered with red marks from the corn leaves, and his hands were covered with blisters.

Li Yongqiang flashed into the space. The spiritual energy in the space was almost condensed into water. Li Yongqiang put his hand into the cold river water. The blood blisters on his hand dried up at the fastest speed. After a while, a layer of skin fell off and his fingers became as white and tender as before.

After leaving the space, Li Yongqiang took out a portion of sweet and sour pork ribs and a bowl of hot and sour soup, which he ate with rice and tasted delicious.

Just then, Li Yongqiang heard the commotion in the village. The Chinese people's love of watching the excitement took over, and Li Yongqiang put on his coat and rushed out. If he arrived too late, he would miss the excitement.

Li Yongqiang walked more than a hundred meters and saw a group of people with torches surrounding a small bamboo building. Li Yongqiang also squeezed into the crowd and saw a man in his forties grabbing a thin little girl with his hands and beating the girl's back with the rattan in his hand like raindrops.

People around were whispering, and no one dared to step forward to persuade him. They all knew that Dao Lao San was a bastard who would beat his wife and children when he drank.

The beaten girl raised her palm-sized face, her big eyes filled with tears: "Dad, please don't hit me. I will never marry you even if I die. Can you keep me to take care of Mom? You know what my two sisters are going through. Please let me go and don't sell me off.

Li Yongqiang was stunned. Only then did he see the girl's face clearly. Wasn't that Dao Yulan? The girl with the wet eyes. How old was she, yet she was being forced to marry?

Dao Lao San: "You money-loser, and you still dare to talk back. What girl doesn't earn a dowry for her parents after she grows up? Your brothers will all get married and have children in the future, so how can they not need money? Why do you have so much nonsense and dare to talk back to me! ...

Dao Lao San raised the rattan in his hand, and just as he was about to let it fall, a slender big hand grabbed Dao Lao San's hand.

Dao Lao San tried to break free but couldn't, so he yelled angrily, "Where did you come from, you little bastard? Why do you care about my family's affairs? You're helping me pay the money, so are you having an affair with her?"

Before he could finish his words, Li Yongqiang slapped him to the ground.

Dao Lao San's face swelled up quickly, blood streaked at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Boss, are you dead? Can't you see that your father was beaten?"

At this time, Dao Laosan's eldest son Dao Dazhuang took out an axe from the bamboo house, followed by a middle-aged woman who kept stopping him.

Dao Dazhuang took out a hatchet and was about to chop Li Yongqiang, but the middle-aged woman struggled to hold her son back.

At this time, the onlookers came to find Secretary Yan, who saw Dao Dazhuang about to use an axe to chop the educated youth.

Secretary Yan hurriedly shouted, "Stop it, Dao Dazhuang, you've grown so powerful that you're actually going to hurt people with a knife!"

Dao Dazhuang: "It was this outsider who bullied my dad. Look, his face is swollen!"

Secretary Yan: "Comrade Li, what's going on?"

Li Yongqiang: "Secretary Yan, listen to me. Dao Laosan was trying to traffic in people, against women's will, and even beat Comrade Dao Yulan with a cane. Everyone saw it. I tried to stop him, but he still hit me."

Dao Lao San: "Yulan is my daughter. It's only natural for a father to find a husband for his daughter. It's none of your business. Why are you meddling in other people's business? How can I marry my son without a betrothal gift for my daughter?"

Dao Yulan sat on the ground and cried, "Dad, you sold my eldest sister to an old widower who had married a wife. When he got drunk, he beat my eldest sister half to death. My eldest sister came home and cried to you, saying that you kept your head down and didn't dare to vent your anger, saying that this was her fate. You sold my second sister to Yu Quezi from Sanyang Village. She worked herself to death and had no food to eat every day. Even so, you still went to my second sister's house to carry food, causing my second sister to be beaten and leave the bamboo house within three days. I just want to ask you, is it a crime to be your daughter? The man you asked me to marry today is a fool! For 300 yuan, you want to marry your daughter to a fool!" Wuuuuu...

Dao Yulan's accusation made Dao Lao San embarrassed: "You stupid girl, since ancient times, parents' orders and matchmaker's words are the law of nature. I am your father and you should do as I say. What's the use of you three little girls? The continuation of the family line still depends on your brother and your brother."