Chapter 11: Eliminate violence and keep good parents ()

Han Qianliu sipped the lees of wine, and didn't know what he thought of, put down the bowl and sighed: "Oh, if a person becomes greedy, he doesn't even want to be in a bad state. The third brother is cured of illness and is planning to redeem the field. Li Laizi recovered, but he was still thinking about changing the sales to the sales of the goods!"

"Bah! I'm crazy about his heart!" Han Ali slapped the chopsticks on the table, with a hunched face. "When he asked for money to help his life, he also bargained for some quack doctors, which made the family's money use like water. Now we don't lack money. Let him dream! When the third brother recovers from illness, he will come to the door and redeem all the land that Dian gave to Li Laizi. If you have one acre of money, you will redeem one acre, and if you have two acres of money, you will redeem two acres!"

"Didn't I say that to Li Laizi today? I must redeem Hewan Caitian."

"Fuck! Li Laizi was still scolded by me today, so you would watch me from the side! He was just watching you as a saw-mouthed gourd, and he dared to come to the door! If it were me, I would have paid off with a shoulder pole! His in-law Huang Datu was also a good guy. When I saw Yun Niang at the ferry last time, my saliva almost flowed out. At that time, my mother was not in her hand, otherwise she would knock on a bigger tumor on his forehead!"

Only then did Han Gang realize that before he met him, Li Laizi had already met with his parents and talked about Caitian. No wonder he turned against him immediately when he saw him mentioning it. It was because his parents had picked up enough mountain goods in the south mountain in the afternoon and were about to go to Zhoucheng north, and they met Li Laizi at the ferry entrance.

Han Gang stopped chopsticks and lowered his head: "It's all bad for the child... I'm going to be bullied by Li Laizi."

"What nonsense!" Han Ali turned around and shouted again, "Treat the disease and save lives, no matter how much money you should spend!"

"Yes, no matter how much money you need to help your life, you have to spend it. After the incense is broken, you will have no shame to see the ancestors of the Han family." Han Qianliu raised his bowl and drank it all, and wiped the remaining wine hanging on his beard with the back of his hand. "Stern brother, don't think too much. When your grandfather went from his hometown in Mizhou to Guanxi to sell goods, he had sold goods from his hometown in Jingdong and Mizhou. He had sold money, but he had no money. He even had only one piece of clothing left. He could not even go back to his family, so he could only settle down in Qinzhou. But from renting for someone to leave, your grandfather had already bought the three acres of 20 cents and 15 steps for your father. It took me twenty years to buy another 110 acres of land.

Even if it is gone now, it is just back when your grandfather first came to Guanxi. In another twenty years, your father can still save the fields and drink and eat meat. People in this world are not afraid of poverty, but are just lazy. As long as they are diligent, they can accomplish anything. Third brother, you are a scholar. You have a sage and sages are full of books. Dad has nothing to teach you. You can only give you the word diligence. You must study hard, do things hard, and you must be diligent when you become an official in the future."

"Dad said it is." Han Gang lowered his head and received teachings. Although Han Qianliu could not read a lot of big words, his knowledge was not bad. He looked up and smiled, "The saint also said, 'Skilled in things and cautious in words', that is, doing more and saying less. Dad's words are half the truth of the saint."

"I am worthy of being a saint!" Han Qianliu was very happy when he was patted by his son. He raised his neck and poured a bowl of turbid wine lees into the bowl. He smacked his lips, picked up the wine pot and shook it, and sighed, "It's no different from the wine in Guanfang. The wine in Guanfang is as light as a year. It sells the price of the wine, and the smell of water. After a bucket of grain, the few liters of wine produced are three times five times the water."

"Then you were drinking so happily in the past?" Han Ali stopped drinking again. Han Qianliu felt bored and went to sip the pot of wine lees on his own. His wife was so fierce that Han Caiyuan could give way.

Han Gang smiled and said, "It would be great if you could brew it home. You would never mix it with water if you drink it."

Han Qianliu shook his head and sighed: "Who said it was not? But who in Qinzhou dared to make a private pistol? I don't know where the prick is worth three thousand miles away from Qinzhou!"

Han Gang was stunned, and a memory that was untouched suddenly jumped out. The wine in the Song Dynasty was sold by the government.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, in order to make up for the shortcomings of the country, it has followed the old rules of the Five Dynasties. All wineries are mostly official, either directly from official brewing or contracting them out, and the public bidding is called "buy pow" at this time. Not only wine, but also from salt and iron. Tea, alum, fragrant medicine, and governments have to go through it.

If someone wants to steal food from the government, if it is an official household, it may be let go of the situation; but if it is a private household, the lightest one is also a stinger, and the heavy one is just a loss of head. Especially in Qinzhou, how many people fell on it. Qinzhou is a border with hundreds of villages of all sizes and 100 large and small villages. All the villages of the foreign tribes have opened wine shops to specialize in the business of the foreign people. Those villages have also sent small officials who monitor the wine tax one by one, just to let the government take away the wine profits.

‘It seems that it is impossible to open a distilled winery to make money! But it is going to lose one’s head.’ Han Gang shook his head secretly, opened a winery privately, and decapitated or exiled. Even if he could contract a winery to an official winery, as long as he made some improvements, he would either be taken back by the government or jealous guy after the business got better. You don’t have to think about this path and you will definitely not be able to go through it.

Han Qianliu didn't know what Han Gang was thinking. He always hoped that his son would have a future. While drinking, he sighed: "San brother, you can be an official. With an official position, no one cares about brewing wine at home. Today he went to deliver vegetables to Huidelou in the city. When he saw the veteran who was comforting his husband's house, he took the wine medicine back from the winery behind the house, saying that the mansion was going to brew it by itself..."

"Drink your lees, why are you so much?" Han Ali said to Han Qian six more and turned to Han Gang, "Third brother, when you were seriously ill, my father and I went to General Li's temple to make a wish and donated twenty kilograms of sesame oil. Since that day, you will be better every day. This is General Li's blessing. I discussed with your father that another twenty days will be a good day. By then, the wheat from all the families in the village will be planted, and there will be nothing left. Just go to General Li's temple to hold a few seats, one is to pay for the gods, and the other is to wash away the bad luck for you..."

Han Gang nodded with a smile. Han Qianliu and Han Ali are both good parents. They can eat what they can't bear to eat for their sons, and what they can't bear to use for their sons. If they can meet such considerate parents, in Han Gang's heart, they inexplicably overlap the image of their parents who are left in another time and space.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to be raised but the parents are not waiting.

Han Gang felt fortunate for himself that he would have the opportunity to be filial to his parents after he was reborn, and he would make up for his regrets. However, growing vegetables is not a good thing to make a living. He did not want to come back from the field with a smell of feces every day like Han Qianliu.

Han Gang doesn't think much now. To get rid of the pain of working and to make yourself live relaxed and comfortable, you must work hard on your own. However, money is not enough, only power is guaranteed. No matter from any perspective, Han Gang has reason to find an official position for himself.
Chapter completed!