After opening his eyes and thinking blankly for a long time, Xu Mu finally accepted the fact that he had traveled through time.
In a sudden car accident, he died on the spot. He traveled from the neon-lit metropolis to a cowshed in a feudal society.
In the last life, as a senior decoration designer, I finally drew a model for a row of villas. Seeing that Party A was about to nod and receive the money, I never thought that because of overtime work, I would come home late and a truck was rushing. It was a hit.
Life is really unpredictable.
Sighing silently, Xu Mu endured the sting in his mind and slowly sorted out the memory of the original owner.
Xu Mu, with the same name and surname, was a stickman from a small border town in the Daji Dynasty. His parents died a few years ago. He was a despicable person and a rogue in the market.
Yesterday, after drinking two glasses of rice wine, I dared to go out on the street to tease a merchant girl. As a result, I was beaten to death by more than a dozen servants. The body was taken back to the cowshed and was immediately abandoned in a mass grave after the yamen gang performed an autopsy.
"Hey, so what about the Zhang family! If you kill someone, you'll pay for your life. If you don't pay for your life, you'll pay for it! It only costs five taels of silver, five taels of silver! Let's expose this matter!"
"If you don't give it, you will come here every day to mourn! Oh, my Brother Mu, you died so miserably!"
A few stickmen were huddled near the cowshed, bargaining with an old butler. The old housekeeper was so annoyed that he called more and more servants, who came with sticks in their hands.
"Ahem——"
The unpleasant smell in the cowshed finally made Xu Mu unbearable and he began to cough quietly.
"Not dead? Not dead! Get out of Zhang's Mansion quickly!" The old housekeeper looked back, his expression extremely cold.
When a stickman dies, at most he loses a few taels of silver to throw away his love.
Anyway, the fate of such unscrupulous people, wild cats and dogs, will lie on the streets sooner or later.
Seven or eight stick men immediately started to yell back arrogantly. Two of them even untied their pants and peed in front of Zhang's house. Before the servants could come over, they said "The wind is tight and pulls" and they dispersed in an instant. .
"Brother Mu, are you okay?" The person supporting Xu Mu was a tall man. When he spoke, his mouth would be slightly pursed.
"It's okay, brother, you can hold on." Xu Mu lowered his voice, imitating the original owner's emphasis, and tried his best not to reveal his flaws.
According to the memory of the original owner, this person was a boy they grew up with, and his name was Si Hu. He had a nice name, but he was actually a simple-minded and reckless man.
The original owner used a handful of peanuts to trick him into becoming a stickman.
To put it simply, Daji's gangsters are gangsters and gangsters. One day they go to work as thugs in the host's house, and tomorrow they go to the west's house to help collect people's rent. After making money, they run afoul of the restaurant and stay overnight to clear out the tavern.
When the money is gone and the people are desperately poor, they sometimes do things like murder and arson.
The Epoch Dynasty had extremely strict control over swords and weapons, so most scoundrels like the original owner could only wear a short whistle stick embedded in their waist while walking around the market. Over time, they were also called "stick men".
To put it simply, Daji Gunfu’s reputation is in ruins.
The seven or eight stickmen who accompanied them shouted that they would survive the catastrophe and insisted on asking Xu Mu to buy a drink. In desperation, Xu Mu had to pretend to faint and let these brats leave cursingly.
"Brother Mu, your silver." After these people walked away, Si Hu looked left and right before taking out a handful of hot broken silver from his arms.
"And Xin'er."
"Where did it come from?" Xu Mu was startled. In his memory, even if he had a wealthy family, he would not be able to get so much money.
"Mother-in-law gave it to you and sold your hard-earned book. I met her once. She was a refugee girl from the north. She collected five taels of silver. Po-sha gave her three taels and Brother Mu took two taels. "
The killer is the most famous second-rate pimp in this small border town. He got this reputation by bargaining hard.
As for Kuji, it is much more complicated. It can be understood as local household registration. If outsiders want to successfully enter the city to take refuge, they must have a status, and Kuji came into being.
For example, if the refugee girl marries Xu Mu, she will have the status of a maid's wife. Even if she is discovered by an official, she will not be embarrassed.
Of course, this has nothing to do with love.
One is for money, the other is for survival.
After dividing the broken silver, Xu Mu handed a portion to Si Hu.
"Brother Mu, this can't be done." Si Hu was immediately confused. In the past, how could Xu Mu share his money and leave it with him? As time went by, one tael would turn into three taels, and he was desperately trying to pluck the wool. .
"Take it." Xu Mu smiled, trying to appear friendly. In this dangerous world, with a big guy like Si Hu by his side, his sense of security would increase dramatically.
Si Hu put the money away in a somewhat pretentious manner and put it in the small crotch pocket of his trousers.
Xu Mu twitched his mouth and resisted his attempts to persuade.
"Brother Mu, there is also a letter, the letter that the refugee woman gave you."
Fighting in the north, the Beidi people were overwhelmingly powerful, conquering three passes and eight counties in Daji. Due to military disasters, more and more people would flee.
Pulling his hand out of his crotch, Si Hu continued to speak angrily, "Brother Mu doesn't know that the refugee girl is very pitiful. I heard that the two maids she brought voluntarily sold themselves in exchange for five taels of silver."
"And there's a maid?"
Xu Mu shook his head, thinking about it, Beidi people broke through the gates and conquered the city, but they didn't care about the girls and maids, the men were slaves and the women were forced into prostitution.
Xu Mu opened the old piece of letter paper and read it silently.
The content is very simple, only about twenty words in total.
Xu Lang.
For the kindness of saving my life, I am willing to be a cow or a horse to repay you in this life.
…
Where did the saving grace come from, they were just tied together by ill-fated fate.
"Brother Mu, the killer also said that this refugee girl wants to borrow two copper coins to buy tung seed oil."
"Didn't borrow it?"
"I didn't borrow it. Killing the wife even beat her and called her a bitch."
Putting the letter away, Xu Mu felt a little uncomfortable.
From the perspective of general discipline and law, it is reasonable that the refugee woman whom he has never met is already his nominal wife.
Furthermore, he couldn't bear to follow the example of other gangsters and play with them for a few days and then sell them to the Qing Dynasty as a prostitute.
Today's weather coincides with the spring equinox, and the remaining frost from the cold winter still lingers faintly in this small border town.
Xu Mu could already foresee that in the dilapidated courtyard where he had not been home for a long time, there was no firewood in the house and no oil in the tank. The nominal servant wife could only huddle in the house holding a shabby mattress that had not been washed for two years. Shivering in the corner of the bed.
