Qin He spent all the money on hand and borrowed some money from Pockmarked Six - which Pockmarked Six didn't want to take on credit. However, Qin He dug up the old story and reminded him that he had defrauded Xu Gang with a broken pot. money.
"If you don't want to give me credit, I can only ask Xu Gang to come on credit tomorrow." Qin He showed his true self as a gangster.
The pockmarked Liu smiled helplessly and finally gave him the credit. At the same time, he was complaining in his heart - the man named Qin played with a plague woman every night, and he might not live long enough to pay back his money.
You son of a bitch, just do your dirty work for him in advance and just follow him!
When sending Qin He off, pockmarked Liuyou was still cursing in his heart.
Qin He used a wooden cart to transport the iron pots and bricks to Xu Gang's house. His injuries from being beaten with black sticks had not healed yet, and he had been doing manual labor one after another. At this time, his whole body ached, and he could only sit in the yard for a while. Rest.
Qin He couldn't help but become anxious when he woke up from a nap and saw no sign of Xu Gang.
At midnight, there was a noise from behind the house.
Qin He walked around to take a look. Xu Gang, half covered in mud, came back with half a bucket of water.
"What's going on with you?" Qin He asked.
"The road was too dark, so I stepped into a pit." Xu Gang replied. He rolled up his trousers, revealing a long bloody mouth.
"It needs to be disinfected." Qin He frowned and immediately ignored Xu Gang's objection and cleaned his wound with wine.
It's late tonight, and the remaining work can only be done tomorrow. The two found straw to cover the guy and went to rest.
After returning home, Qin He discovered that Xie Yuan was still waiting for him.
"Ms. sir, my little lady has cooked something for you. Eat some and then rest."
Qin He walked to the table and found that there was indeed a bowl of cereals and two sweet potatoes on the table.
There was only a little food left in the house, so the woman cooked it all for herself.
"I've eaten outside, you can eat it yourself." Qin He said.
Xie Yuan just shook his head.
She knew that she was no longer the eldest lady she had been in the past. Now she was living under someone else's roof and could only live by looking at the face of the man in front of her.
No matter how hungry she was, she would not dare to eat the last remaining food.
"You can eat without worry." Qin He knew that she was afraid of him, "But I did eat it. You smell it, I still smell of alcohol!"
Of course Xie Yuan would not come over to smell it. He blushed and said, "The little lady has prepared something for my husband."
"What?"
Xie Yuan held out a sand tray.
Qin He was startled, but after seeing her writing on the sand table with a wooden stick, he immediately understood Xie Yuan's intention.
"You want to use this to teach me how to read?"
Xie Yuan nodded: "Paper and pen are too expensive, my husband can make do with this first."
Qin He was overjoyed. He hit the sand table with a wooden stick and wrote a few simplified Chinese characters from his previous life.
Xie Yuan couldn't understand and thought his husband was just scribbling.
Qin He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Where did you get all this fine sand?"
"The little girl didn't dare to walk far away, so she picked it up slowly in the corner of the courtyard."
"Thank you for your hard work." Qin He nodded approvingly.
"The little girl only hopes that her husband will be able to keep his promise after he learns to read and write..."
Qin He's heart trembled.
This woman must have been pampered in the past, but now she is doing everything to please herself. Although the two met for the first time today, Qin He was already the only life-saving straw she could hold.
"Don't worry, I will be able to give you an identity soon." Qin He said.
He was talking about status, and naturally he meant spending money to settle the hard labor issue for Xie Yuan in the future so that she could see the light of day again.
But Xie Yuan suddenly blushed with embarrassment, apparently thinking of his "status".
"Okay, let's get some rest early." Qin He was still aching all over.
He lay down on the bed first.
Xie Yuan didn't dare to squeeze over to sleep with her, and Qin He didn't bother to care about her. After a long day of exhaustion, sleepiness soon came over him.
The night passed.
Qin He woke up and took a long stretch.
Sure enough, Xie Yuan probably stayed up at the table for a long time last night before closing his eyes. At this moment, he was leaning on the table and sleeping deeply.
After all, she is the eldest lady, so her sleeping skills are really bad.
Qin He found a piece of tattered clothing to cover Xie Yuan's body. At the same time, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the two deformed balls and immediately looked away.
Can't watch this this morning.
Qin He walked out quickly.
Over there, Xu Gang got up earlier than Qin He. He had built the earthen stove and was carrying a bucket to fetch water from the bitter pond.
Qin He quickly stopped him.
"You can't do this during the day," he reminded.
"I'm just fetching water," Xu Gang felt that Qin He was a little too careful, "Who knew we were going to use Kutan water to make salt?"
Qin He still shook his head.
Others would never think that Kutan water could be used to make salt, but if they saw it, they would probably be suspicious.
Salt production is nothing compared to petty theft, which is a serious crime that will cause you to lose your head. Only by being careful can you sail a ten thousand year ship.
"Just listen to my advice." Qin He said.
"Okay, Brother Qin, I will listen to you." Xu Gang chuckled and put down the bucket in his hand.
"Let's do everything as usual today, and we'll continue our work in the evening."
"good!"
The work of moving sheep does not happen every day, not to mention that if they do it every day, their bodies will not be able to bear it.
Xu Gang suggested going to the Bamboo Shoot Road to make a fortune.
The so-called Bamboo Shoot Path refers to a path that goes from wide to narrow and looks like a spiky bamboo shoot. There are bottomless swamps on both sides of the path. It is most suitable for attacking single guests passing by. After looting their belongings, their bodies sink directly into the swamp.
Qin He had just crossed over from another civilized society. Unlike Xu Gang, who had a chaotic outlook on life, of course he could not accept this kind of thing easily.
"It's better not to cause trouble at the moment." Qin He rejected this proposal.
Xu Gang could only obey.
The two wandered around the street for a while. Qin He deliberately became familiar with the various forces on the street while paying attention to the various wind directions.
Speaking of which, his predecessor really lived half his life in vain, leaving no useful information in his memory.
He didn't understand anything, no wonder he offended the wrong person, was beaten with a black stick and died in a pile of straw.
However, the forces in southern Xinjiang are criss-crossed, and Qinhe cannot figure it out in one day.
In the evening, the two went back and continued their business of making salt.
Xu Gang carried a bucket to Kutan to fetch water. Qin He reminded him not to hurt his leg again, and then he tried to make salt using the small half bucket Xu Gang left last night.
To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure whether he could get the salt out, but now he only had this chance to make a comeback, and he had to seize it no matter what.
Looking at the bucket of dirty and smelly Kutan water, Qin He's brows almost knitted together.
…
The night is getting darker.
Xu Gang came back with two buckets full of water.
When he saw Qin He sitting by the earthen stove with a sad face, he quickly put down the water, walked over and comforted him: "Brother Qin, it doesn't matter if you haven't boiled the salt. We still have many ways to make money."
Qin He sighed and ignored him.
Xu Gang then said: "I think we should go to the Bamboo Shoot Road to make a fortune. We will make huge profits without capital."
At this time, Qin He took out a small handful of crystals and placed them in front of Xu Gang.
"Oh, I didn't expect that with so much water, only a little bit of salt would be produced, and the quality would be average."
The quality Qin He talks about is usually compared with the refined salt he ate in his previous life.
Xu Gang looked at the amber crystal full of impurities, but he was overjoyed.
He stretched out his finger and picked up a little.
It was bitter and salty after entering the mouth, but Xu Gang's face was filled with joy.
