Nolan Meng's Timeless Tales Chapter 7

Contrary to Nolan Meng's expectation, Meng Chongjiu was not here to ask for interest. On the contrary, he was here to give money to Nolan Meng.

Two guans of treasure notes and five ounces of copper coins, according to the prices in the late Hongwu years, can buy almost one stone of rice, which is equivalent to one hundred twenty or thirty kilograms. Leaving aside Nolan Meng, it is enough to feed the female family members for two to three months. This is by no means a small amount, it can be called a generous gift.

In an era when the use of gold and silver was not allowed, food was hard currency, and the salaries officials received were all food. In the year of Hongwu, grains were distributed in full, and in the year of Yongle, grain treasure notes were distributed together. It was so frustrating that it was useless to scratch the wall. The salary level has remained the same for decades, but the treasure money received continues to shrink. There is nothing more deceptive than this. It's no wonder that all kinds of fire and charcoal have become unspoken rules in officialdom.

Nolan Meng was surprised. Few things could surprise him so much.

"Beckett Uncle, why is this?"

Meng Chongjiu closed his sleeves and smiled, "This is a little thought from Beckett Uncle. If there is anything else purchased by the Japanese clan, all the food, clothing and utensils will be provided."

Seeing that Nolan Meng was still puzzled, Meng Chongjiu simply explained the key points, and Nolan Meng suddenly understood.

He joined the army as a civilian, and it was not his fault alone. Before he goes to the garrison, the Meng clan should pay for his clothing, which is called Fengchun money. In addition, when the first member of the family goes to the health center, he is often accompanied by Yu Ding. If he is married, his wife will also accompany him.

"If you don't have any brothers in your family, you can choose one of your clan members to accompany you."

"Thank you, uncle, for your advice."

"No need." Meng Chongjiu waved his hand, "If the Twelve Masters are interested, the bad grandson of my family can also accompany him."

Grandson of Uncle Nine?

Nolan Meng remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he began to make calculations. The military households were all granted land, and it was said that there were fifty acres. On his own, he was more likely to die from exhaustion, so it was necessary to find someone.

"Does my cousin know about this?"

"It doesn't matter, Jade Master can just nod his head."

Meng Chongjiu twirled his beard with one hand and smiled particularly kindly. Nolan Meng was speechless for a long time, really wanting to shed tears of sympathy for a distant cousin.

Fortunately this was not his grandfather.

From beginning to end, Meng Chongjiu did not mention the matter of "favor" at all, as if he had forgotten it. Nolan Meng wanted to speak several times, but he was interrupted by a few words. Instead, he repeatedly said that in the future, Nolan Meng could directly ask each other for family matters.

It doesnt make sense no matter how you look at it, you dont want interest and you dont charge the principal, and you still give money away.

The only explanation is that what Nolan Meng can pay back now is not noticed by Meng Chongjiu.

Play the long game to catch the big fish and invest for the long term?

After two cups of tea, Meng Chongjiu stood up and said goodbye. Nolan Meng walked him to the gate. Looking at the old man's gray hair and slightly stooped back, a flash of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

The old fox seems to be quite optimistic about himself. Does he think that he will have great fortunes? If he knew what his lofty ideals were, would he be so angry that he vomited blood, picked up the sole of his shoe, beat himself up, and beat his chest while crying that he had misjudged it?

No matter how you look at it, there is a risk of losing money on this investment.

Nolan Meng leaned against the door and looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky. Should he give the old man a warning in advance? In his two lifetimes, he rarely showed kindness.

"Uncle Twelve?"

Sister Meng's voice sounded behind her. When she turned around, two little lolita were holding hands and looking at him with big eyes.

The heart-shaped arrow hit his chest, and Meng's weird soul instantly ignited. Even for these two little lolita, his ideal must be reconsidered!

Before dinner, Nolan Meng handed over the treasure notes and copper coins sent by Meng Chongjiu to Wang Meng.

"Did your ninth uncle send these?"

"Yes." Nolan Meng nodded, smelling the aroma that was constantly wafting from the kitchen, and his stomach couldn't help but growl. He smiled bitterly, if he let those bad friends know that sorghum pancakes can make him drool, would he laugh so hard that his jaw would dislocate?

Mrs. Ivy Meng took the treasure note and hesitated to speak. Nolan Meng simply said: "Mom, after I joined the army, I only have you and my two sisters-in-law at home. If anything happens, please ask Beckett Uncle for help."

"But this favor..."

"Mom, don't worry, my son has his own plans. Also, keep the copper coins and exchange them for rice as soon as possible."

"Why?"

"Preventing devaluation." Banknotes without reserves and unlimited issuance are strange, and it would be strange if they do not depreciate.

"Oh." Although she didn't understand the specific meaning of depreciation and the treasure banknotes were becoming less valuable year by year, Ivy Meng still knew. Since Twelve Lang said that he wanted to exchange food, let him change it. He had food at home and didn't panic. "This is good, you can go on the road with peace of mind."

Peace of mind...hit the road?

Nolan Meng's mouth twitched and he looked up at the beams.

Mother? My mother-in-law.

The Chinese language is indeed broad and profound.

That night, Meng Twelve Lang lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, unable to sleep. After a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. It was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky again.

The old cat in the corner was particularly energetic. After careful research, he slipped out from the crack of the half-open door, whether to catch mice or to find lovers.

The next day, the rooster sounded three times. Nolan Meng got up, washed himself carefully, had the morning meal, and walked out of the house for the first time.

Several women in the village were fetching water from the well. When they saw Nolan Meng passing by, the bucket almost fell into the well. In fact, since Meng Guangzhi's funeral, Nolan Meng has rarely left home, even though his reputation has spread throughout Wanping County and is spreading to the entire Beiping Prefecture.

"Second aunt, ninth aunt."

Relying on the memories left in his mind, Nolan Meng called people all the way, and it was not wrong.

Walking through the only dirt road repaired with gravel in the village, passing several acres of farmland that originally belonged to his home but now belongs to Meng Guangxiao, I happened to meet Meng Qinghai in a Confucian shirt.

"Big cousin."

Seeing that it was Nolan Meng, Meng Qinghai was stunned for a moment. He didn't react until Nolan Meng raised his hand and saluted. Just as he was about to return the salute, the other party had passed him and continued forward. He only whispered in his ears: "First cousin, you are smart and smart. It's two different things."

Meng Qinghai's dark color changed, and several tribesmen happened to be walking towards him. Nolan Meng suddenly turned around and said sternly: "Young brother is already a poor man with a widowed mother and an orphaned sister-in-law. My eldest cousin is a scholar. You really shouldn't ignore etiquette. "

Seeing several clan members stop, Nolan Meng deliberately raised his voice and continued: "For the past few days, my eldest cousin Zhenri has stopped in front of the door, and Yudi's family has closed the door and still can't sleep. There are rumors in the clan, and my mother heard about it. I shed tears day and night. Its okay for me to suffer some grievances, but its not my fault to make my mother worry! I really hope my cousin can understand me and stop doing this, otherwise Ill ask the old man in the house to comment!

After finishing the words, he bowed deeply, his tone was extremely helpless, and his attitude was extremely sincere, vividly interpreting the image of a person who was misunderstood but forced to suppress his anger.

Twelve Lang's family is surrounded by walls, and Dalang keeps watch every day. Twelve Lang's family can't even sleep well... It seems that a lot of Twelve Lang's family's fields have been owned by Dalang's family?

Twelve Lang was praised by the county Finn Magistrate as a filial man, but Dalang's character?

Several tribesmen stood on the roadside with very intriguing expressions. They looked at Meng Qinghai like a weasel trying to steal a fat chicken from a neighbor's house.

Meng Qinghai explained that it was not the case, and it was not the case if he did not explain. He opened his mouth to argue, but could only get darker and darker. His face turned from white to blue, and then from green to black. For the first time in his life, he had the urge to kill.

Meng Qing and Hui Ren's skills are extraordinary, and they are not on the same level as others in the school. Scholars also need to take into account the face of their classmates, but he did not have this concern. With full firepower, not even Meng Qinghai could withstand it.

The gangsters will come as they please, and they will trick people as they please. The gangsters will be brought down, and the trap will be over.

Meng Qinghai didn't have good intentions anyway, and there was no point in convincing people with reason.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that there are many loopholes in his words, but the excitement of gossip and the truth are never on the same level.

Meng Qinghai was so angry that his anger rose, but Nolan Meng was in a happy mood.

With such psychological quality, you still want to challenge the difficult profession of "hypocrite"?

Should he tell this person the story of "The Gentleman's Sword" and "The Sunflower Book"?

If you want to practice magical skills and don't want to go to the palace, it will definitely not work.

Meng Qinghai was left hanging in place, and Nolan Meng was convinced that starting from today, the rumors in the village would change to a new version. He doesn't care about himself, but he cares about his family. After he joined the army, there were only women left in the family, so it was always good to have less trouble.

After walking for about half a cup of tea, Nolan Meng finally reached the destination of his trip.

Standing in front of two gray-black wooden doors, he was so angry that he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Meng Liu opened the door and almost thought she was dazzled when she saw the person coming.

"Twelve Lang?"

"Cousin."

Nolan Meng bowed and saluted. When Meng Qingjiang heard the noise, he walked out of the house and immediately raised his eyebrows, "You little beast, what are you doing here?!"

"My cousin, my nephew is here to ask for something."

Nolan Meng ignored Meng Qingjiang's angry glare and only talked to Meng Liu. Seeing the commotion attracting neighbors, Meng Liu quickly let Nolan Meng into the house.

Meng Guangxiao was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had just taken the medicine. When he saw Nolan Meng, his face suddenly dropped.

"Uncle." Nolan Meng took two steps forward, "My nephew is polite."

After saluting and raising his head, Meng Twelve smiled gently, perfectly showing off his eight teeth.

For some reason, Meng Guangxiao's scalp suddenly started to feel numb.

Half an hour later, Meng Twelve Lang walked out of Meng Guangxiao's house, holding five strings of treasure notes and three slings of copper coins in his arms.

After dusting his sleeves, he met an inquiring neighbor and said gently: "Today, I wanted to visit Uncle Datang. Uncle Datang took pity on me and gave me Nolan Meng treasure banknotes, several copper coins, and said that I don't need to repay him. If Nolan Meng must pay it back, he won't." Recognize him as my cousin."

"Really?"

"That's true." Nolan Meng smiled with eight teeth again and dropped another bombshell, "The uncle in the lobby was so kind that when Nolan Meng rushed to the border guard, he even asked his fourth cousin to accompany him."

After hearing this, everyone was in an uproar.

Could it be that Boss Meng is willing to let his son be a post-husband?

Seeing that everyone wanted to ask again, Nolan Meng smiled casually and said, "Uncle, he is actually a good person."

Meng Guangxiao, who had been given the good guy card by Nolan Meng, was slumped on the bed. Meng Qingjiang squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, a look of reluctance on his face.

Meng Liushi patted Meng Guang's chest and said, "Silang, your father can't do this either."

Meng Qingjiang, however, was not as usual as before. Instead, he stood up abruptly and shouted: "What does a son mean to me?! My father is just the eldest brother!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out, never looking back.

At the same time, at Qianhu Station in the west of Kaiping Acropolis, Shen Xuan, who was wearing a blue military attaché uniform, put his hand on the hilt of his sword and knelt on one knee, "I have seen Qianhu before!"

Zheng Qianhu looked at the heroic young man in front of him with complicated emotions.

This is a hot potato, but it must be dealt with.

The conductor made his lord know it, and he knew it too. The commander gave the adults an excuse to avoid seeing him, but he couldn't.

However, Zheng Qianhu thought for a moment. If it weren't for the bloody and fierce aura of fighting on the battlefield, he would probably have mistaken him for a scholar.

Put on a Confucian shirt and you will look like a handsome gentleman.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is as gentle as jade and as bright as the bright moon.

However, this gentleman can kill people.