Li Changkong looked at the sunset on the horizon and then at the land deed on the table, feeling a little melancholy.
Today is already the second day since he traveled through time. His identity through time travel is very good, he is the heir apparent of the Wulinghou Mansion of the Daqian Dynasty.
The Daqian dynasty has never appeared in Chinese history, so it is probably in a parallel world.
Originally, Li Changkong was not at all panicked about time travel.
In his previous life, he graduated as a graduate student majoring in archeology. Although he was unemployed immediately after graduation, he couldn't find a shit job.
But if this major is placed on people who travel through time, that is the trump major.
Isn't it easy to survive in such a parallel world with all the historical, cultural and post-modern knowledge that I am familiar with?
What's more, the Daqian Dynasty is located in the east of the mainland, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with dangerous border terrain, and its national power is considered strong.
As long as the current rulers do not act recklessly, there will be no crisis of national subjugation for at least a few decades.
In recent years, although the Wuling Marquis Mansion has been relatively poor, it is not as good as other marquises or even the more noble earls.
But no matter what, the title of Marquis is here.
Li Changkong is still the heir apparent, and a hundred years from now his father Li Zhufeng will not be able to starve to death just by relying on such a title.
No matter how you look at it, it can be considered a golden start.
But unfortunately, the original body is not a thing!
He is known as the No. 1 playboy in Daqian who is also a sick young man and a prodigal son.
Over the years, relying on the favor of Marquis Wuling, he has done all kinds of evil and evil, and his reputation is extremely bad!
A lot of money in the house was scattered, and people called him the boy who scattered wealth.
The most hateful thing is that on the day he traveled back in time, he was deceived by the uncle of the capital city and spent a full fifty thousand taels of silver to buy a large deserted land in Xishan.
Li Changkong specifically studied the exchange rate in Daqian and found that one tael of silver was roughly equivalent to the purchasing power of 700 yuan in later generations.
What does fifty thousand taels of silver mean?
Thirty-five million!
Li Changkong had never seen so much money in his previous life, and he was completely wiped out by this prodigal in the blink of an eye.
The title of the No. 1 prodigal son of Da Gan is truly deserved.
The most important thing is that only those prominent princes in the sky can get 50,000 taels of silver.
The Marquis of Wuling's Mansion is already in dire straits, how can it come up with so much money?
Therefore, he was still in the money shop, Daqian's loan shark institution, and borrowed a full 20,000 taels of silver.
In other words, in just one day, the Wulinghou Mansion went from having a small amount of assets to being bankrupt and owed a full 20,000 taels of foreign debt!
But after the original person woke up, he realized how big a trick he had made, plus he was already in poor health and suffered from brain disease.
All of a sudden, he became very angry and attacked his heart. His old illness broke out and he drove away to the west.
A lot of mess was left behind for Li Changkong who came through time travel.
Li Changkong was so angry that his liver ached. He didn't get any benefits from traveling through time travel. Instead, he was directly in debt. Who could he ask to explain this?
Li Changkong originally wanted to do something to get out of the predicament, but time waits for no one!
Today is the day when Li Zhufeng, his father, returns to Qiandu from the southern frontier to report on his duties.
In other words, at this moment, his unknowing father was on his way back.
That’s all, it’s a blessing, not a curse, it’s a curse that cannot be avoided.
In such a short period of time, where can I find more than 50,000 taels of silver to fill this hole?
I can only tell the truth.
"Master, the master has arrived at the door. Should we go and greet him?" The speaker was Li Changkong's personal servant named Zhen Jian.
I don't know if it was because he didn't get the name well, but Li Changkong always felt that he spoke cheaply.
Now that we have a personal servant, can the personal maid be far behind?
Originally there were some, but because I had no money and was being chased for debts by money dealers, I had no choice but to resign and save money.
As for why Zhen Jian wasn't fired... it was probably because the guy could only sell for three kilograms of pork at most, and he wouldn't be able to save much money if he fired him, so he might as well keep it.
Normally, as a playboy, Li Changkong would never welcome Li Zhufeng back home.
But Zhen Jian felt that if the young master got into such a big trouble this time, if he didn't go and pick him up, he might be in serious trouble.
Li Changkong felt the same way, so he stood up and said directly: "Leading the way will delay my reunion with my father, can you bear it?"
When Zhen Jian heard this, he suddenly felt that the young master's acting skills were really good.
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Not long after, everyone in the Wulinghou Mansion headed by Li Changkong set off firecrackers in front of the mansion to welcome Li Zhufeng back to the home.
Li Zhufeng is a heroic man dressed as a military attache. He is now in his forties and has a murderous look on his face.
As soon as he got off the horse, he saw his son and the servants in the mansion standing in front of the mansion to greet him. He felt relieved that his charge on the front line was not in vain.
"Changfeng, you have become sensible. You already know how to go out and greet your father." Li Zhufeng was quite emotional. He had just come down from the battlefield with a murderous look in his eyes. When he touched his son, he couldn't help but soften. A few points.
"Dad, just come back." Li Changkong suddenly felt a strong fatherly love. He looked up at the stranger in front of him and was a little touched.
However, the next moment, he became nervous.
Li Zhufeng looked around with suspicion and said, "Why do there seem to be so few people in the mansion?"
"Ahem, Dad, our house is not as good as those wealthy families. We have been very stretched over the years, so we have to save some money and reduce expenses."
When Li Zhufeng heard this, he immediately felt happy and said with a big smile: "Okay! My son already knows how to be diligent and thrifty! Let's see who dares to call my son a playboy in the future!"
Hearing this, the servants of Wulinghou Mansion looked at each other, and Butler Yang wanted to bury his face in the ground.
After entering the house, Li Zhufeng's feeling that something was wrong became even stronger.
Pointing to two potholes in the yard, he said, "I remember there were two sandalwood trees planted here. Why are they gone?"
"Oh, Dad, I have to talk about you. Our family has been in dire straits these past few years, but you still spend money so lavishly."
"What's so good about sandalwood? It's expensive and useless. Why raise it? I'll sell it to support my family."
Li Zhufeng gradually realized that something was wrong, but he still insisted: "My son... is really diligent and thrifty."
When I walked into the main hall, the feeling that something was wrong came to my mind again.
Originally, the walls of the main hall were hung with calligraphy and paintings by famous poets.
Although he, Li Zhufeng, was born as a martial artist, he also liked to be a bit elegant.
But now, it's all gone! Only bare walls remain.
The long table and round chairs made of golden nanmu wood were also gone.
Instead, there was a low square table and some... benches.
His tall figure, sitting on the bench and accompanying the low square table, actually looked a bit funny.
The corners of Li Zhufeng's mouth twitched, and before Li Changkong could speak, he ran directly to his study.
Compared to the main hall, there are more valuable items in the study room.
The fine Duan inkstone, Langhao pen, Huanghuali pen holder, pen holder, and pen washer were all missing, leaving only an ordinary square table standing there, looking extremely... dazzling.
This is not the majestic Wuling Marquis Mansion. It is more like a poor family in the countryside!
"Dad, I have to talk about you again. Why do you think you are a military attache and you are always writing and writing?"
"Which of these Duanyan Langhao brushes costs nothing? But you buy them and don't use them."
"Your son, I am diligent and thrifty, and I couldn't bear to see you ruining good things like this, so I sold them all."
Li Changkong was still talking to himself, but he didn't know that Li Zhufeng was already furious, with veins popping up on his forehead, and he slapped the square table hard. ,
boom!
The table couldn't withstand this powerful and heavy palm... it collapsed.
