Poor family mother and son

Chapter 559 Need to "Certificate of Name"

Shui Maomao's suggestion happened to be something that Xiaobao had been pondering over the past few days.

Jia Yanyao said that he wanted to join Xiaobao, so he couldn't just talk about it with empty teeth, right?You have to do something real.

Xiaobao raised his eyebrows high: "Maomao, didn't you want to do this a long time ago?"

"Hmph," Shui Mao Mao snorted, "I thought about it a long time ago! It's just that our family has too many children, and I still can't see the children. I don't have the energy to swallow them up!"

Xiaobao: "I think it's because we don't have as many people as them?"

Shui Maomao disdained: "Just those people? I'm just telling you seriously, I don't like anyone except the Stove Lord!
You can recognize money in your eyes, and you push and shove about big things. Look at our boat gang, what do you do when you get money?Either save, or add something to eat for the children;
Look at them again, those who are dragging their families can still know how to pay home, and don't throw all the rest into the tile hook? "

This is really true. People like the Chuan Gang kill people and sell goods, but they are more "business-like". Almost all their money is kept in Shui Mao Mao's hands, and they don't even need to give it to them.

If they use money, at most they will buy a small wine to eat, or buy food for the children rescued from the river or the graveyard.

There are also those who go to the kilns, but they only want to see that they don’t spend money. They think, “The silver I bought with my life can be given to you cheaply?”

Consumption concept is very important.

Instead of looking for that kind of place to solve your needs, it's better to get a wife in a serious manner. Anyway, the money for marrying a daughter-in-law will come from nothing.

The Salt Gang is not the same, they earn a share and share it, and spend the money vigorously, as if if they don’t spend all the money today, if they die tomorrow, won’t they lose if they earn money or spend it?
It is also a non-governmental gang, the gap is still quite large.

The main household registration of members of the Salt Gang is salt households. In Daxuan, they are equivalent to alternative "artisan households". They have to produce salt under the strict supervision of the government, and live like slaves.

Craftsmen can also be divided into "official craftsmen", "military craftsmen" and "civilian craftsmen". The first two types only need to commute to and from get off work on time and complete designated tasks, while the latter have private space for small business.

But salt households are not so free. They are watched like slaves, and they have to work for more than seven hours a day. When they get off work, they are checked to see if they have hidden or entrained them to prevent them from selling illegal salt.

Most of the household registrations of the boat gang are "fisher households", or "boat households", and there are also many black households, such as those abandoned children.

Although they cannot take the imperial examination, they will not live without hope. They can die of poverty, drowning, or illness, but they will not be "tortured to death".

So from this point of view, the people of the Salt Gang really live without hope, and they are relatively negative with the mentality of living every day.

But Shui Maomao's side is different. The children he keeps rescuing are the "holy water" that purifies the souls of the gang members, and they are the "hope" and "thought" for their serious life.

Every time they come to visit the children, the children are very happy. They hug and hold them high, not relatives, but better than relatives, and their hearts are full.

It's no wonder that Shui Maomao despises the Salt Gang, his life is his own, so why can't this life be in his own hands?

When Yanhu cannot survive, why don't you save some money after killing people and stealing goods?Do you really think of yourself as a bandit?Bandits also know how to save money.

While keeping your head on the belt of your trousers, selling private salt to make money, and at the same time throwing the hard-earned money you earned on the belly of the kiln sister, what are you all trying to do?Is it really fun?

That is to say, Jia Yanyao is too naive. He thinks that they are brothers who have been through trouble together. They have feelings, so just beat, scold, and control them.

If it were Shui Mao Mao, he would have been killed long ago, so as not to lead others into harm.

The method Shui Maomao said is also feasible, let them fight with the gang of beggars, and integrate them, and they will stay if they obey, and if they don't obey, let them kill them.

If you can't kill it, there is a boat gang to help you kill it.

In short, you can't support idlers.

It's okay to whitewash if you want to, but only obedient ones.

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Kyoto.

"Poor Family Tour" has been a "thriving" scene recently.

The people in Kyoto found that the beggars on the street became clean. Although their clothes were still tattered, their hands and faces looked their true colours.

Although the hair is still dry, it is at least tied up with hemp rope or straw rope.

Some people even discovered that among the beggars, there are many handsome people, some even color-eyed people, and there are Donglun people from the past among them.

Why didn't you find it before?
Now they no longer go to other people's business places to extort money, but organize to play and sing, asking for a reward. If they don't give a reward, they will respectfully say: "I wish you a fortune!" and then leave.

It made the other party blush and feel embarrassed.

Or stand at the door of a big family who does funerals for the elders, hold a couplet that reads "Speak without speaking, call the children and grandchildren without speaking, and listen to the silent elders live forever", pretending to be a "mourner" and asking for a reward.

At this time, no one would not give a reward.

Even, help with running errands, doing things, rewards you like or not, anyway, you live in this city, and I live in this city, look down and see who is embarrassed.

However, even if these people can't get food or rewards, no one seems to starve to death. There are still so many beggars on the street every day.

Since Wu Jichang and his son and Ni He died, and no one knew Liu Luqi's identity, he could come out to meet Sunshine from time to time.

The years still left traces on him to some extent. The youthful young man in those days is now taller, with two faint vertical lines between his brows, and his eyes are no longer pure, but a lot of vicissitudes have accumulated.

However, in the past few months, because of my good mood, my appetite has increased, and I have gained a little weight. My complexion has improved a lot, and I am no longer so thin.

Just after noon, Liu Luqi was sitting in the teahouse, smelling the aroma of the newly arrived scented tea, his face full of intoxication.

Sitting across from him was Qiao Wanqi, who was always on the lookout.

Qiao Wanqi is not interested in drinking tea. He specializes in various small refreshments, such as bee sugar cakes and peony cakes, which are delicious and filling.

Not only eat, but also put it in my arms from time to time.

Liu Luqi couldn't stand it: "You should steal it. If you do it in front of your face, I feel that being slaughtered and suffering a big loss is better than making me feel lost."

Qiao Wanqi asked Xiaoer to serve a few more plates of dim sum, and while eating, he replied: "I have to let you know that I work, and I don't have time for lunch, otherwise how could I be so hungry!
Tell me, what do you want me to do today?I'll go as soon as I'm full! "

Liu Luqi raised his chin towards the street: "Hey, look over there, if you see a man of medium build, slightly fat, and wearing a hood, call me."

Qiao Wanqi turned his face to the street, but he continued to eat, and asked, "What about you?"

Liu Luqi: "I want some tea."

After speaking, he took a sip of tea and put it in his mouth, then closed his eyes enjoying it, swallowed it slowly, and savored it carefully.

"Hey! Are you talking about him?" Qiao Wanqi said suddenly.

Liu Luqi: "...I've been squatting for two days, why did you run into me as soon as you came?"

Qiao Wanqi: "You squat with your eyes closed every day? Then you can see a fart!"

Liu Luqi didn't have time to argue with him, so he just said, "Follow up and see what he's doing, and use this when there's something exciting to watch."

As he spoke, he gave Qiao Wanqi a gong the size of a plate.

Qiao Wanqi: "Why don't you go? What are you doing with the gong?"

Liu Luqi: "Go!"

Seeing that the man was about to turn the corner and disappear, Qiao Wanqi put the gong in his arms and followed him out.

(End of this chapter)