After walking around the streets for half a day from the south to the north of the city, Xu Mu couldn't figure out a way to make money.
Even though there are thousands of tips on getting rich in your mind...but these things always require a start-up capital.
Including the share given to Si Hu, the total amount now is less than two taels of silver, and the business world is up and down.
"Brother Mu, where are we going to sleep tonight? If we don't sleep in the cowshed, there is a new inn in the west of the city. I heard that you can sleep for five cents a night."
"Go home." Xu Mu rubbed his forehead tiredly.
There were some things that he wanted to explain clearly to the little maid's wife, telling her that if he wanted to live a good life in the future, it would be best to leave border places like Wangzhou.
Of course, as a nominal husband, Xu Mu will also try his best to make a fortune.
As a husband and wife, love cannot become benevolence and righteousness.
There were still dozens of steps away from the ruined courtyard of his house. Xu Mu raised his head and saw smoke curling up from the kitchen.
After straightening his clothes and rubbing off the yellow mud on his cloth shoes, Xu Mu slowly opened the old courtyard door and walked towards the dilapidated house.
Si Hu, who was following behind, had a strange look on his face. In his impression, he had never seen Xu Mu behave like this before. He still remembered that when he went to clean up the hotel some time ago, Xu Mu took off his clothes in the lobby in a hurry. .
The figure in the room seemed to hear the noise and hurriedly closed the ajar door. After a long time, he slowly opened a crack in the door and poked half of his head out.
"Xu, Xu Lang?" The voice was pleasant, but faintly tired.
"Xu Mu, your humble husband."
The door opened instantly, and the girl dropped the stick in her hand and walked up to Xu Mu with red eyes.
Before Xu Mu could speak, he immediately took out a dozen copper plates from his arms and handed them over.
"Xu Lang, I sold seven loads of firewood today and earned fourteen cents."
Seeing this, Si Hu was about to come over and take it away, but Xu Mu glared at him and hurriedly walked aside with his mouth open.
"Why should you give me the money you earned?"
"Whatever the slave family earns... will be handed over to Xu Lang. From tomorrow, if the slave family gets up early, they can earn twenty coins."
If they are a loving couple, Xu Mu should say at this time, "You are responsible for looking beautiful, and I am responsible for making money to support the family."
But they were not, fate tied them together with an invisible rope.
One came through time travel, and the other was forced to flee.
Xu Mu lowered his head and looked silently at the girl in front of him under the faint moonlight. She had beautiful dimples and peach-like eyes, and her goose-egg-like cheeks were still attractive and beautiful even with two layers of pot dust.
"Xu Lang, I will collect firewood at midnight tomorrow morning, and I may be able to sell it for twenty-five cents!" Seeing that Xu Mu did not accept the money, the girl was a little anxious.
Xu Mu suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Yinshi is three or four o'clock in the middle of the night.
"Xu Lang, my family eats very little every day. They only eat one bowl of taro paste a day." The girl was trembling.
In Wangzhou City, there are many cases of gangsters selling their wives. It is the most common outcome for those slave wives who have fled to avoid disaster and are sold to the Qing Dynasty to become flower girls.
She thought that after making more money, the husband-in-law in front of her might not sell her out. She finally got the opportunity to enter the city, and she didn't want to lose it just like that.
Before entering Wangzhou, she still owed money to treat her father's illness. A lot of money, enough to keep her in darkness for a long time.
Even if she is a stickman, as long as she is not sold, she wants to live well.
The moonlight spread across the yard, reflecting on the two people who had their own thoughts.
Xu Mu was at a loss. He had never thought about selling his wife, but he didn't know what to do with the little maid in front of him.
The little maid's wife bit her lip until it drew blood. She still raised her thin arms high and held the fourteen copper coins in front of Xu Mu.
Half a stick of incense passed.
Xu Mu thought that his wife would eventually give up.
but no.
Even though her hands were shaking into chaff, the servant girl still carried her stubbornly.
"Xu Lang, I'll give you the money...please, please don't sell the slave family."
"The slave family doesn't want to be a flower girl. The slave family collects firewood, burns charcoal, and helps with the laundry, and they all think of ways to make money. Even if the slave family works hard every day, they still want to live a pure life."
Accepting the money means there is still hope.
She let go of her lips, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. Her thin and frail body looked more and more haggard and weak in the moonlight.
Xu Mu stood silently.
The evening wind blew up, messing up the hair of the young maid's wife, and also messing up his mood.
He hesitated, and finally reached out his hand, holding the fourteen copper plates covered in sweat, and indirectly holding the girl's hand.
The young maid's wife instantly turned red, recalling that year when she almost fell off the cliff. Her father also did the same. He stretched out his hand towards her and held it firmly to save her from danger.
"Thank you Xu Lang, thank you Xu Lang!"
"Go back to the house." Xu Mu sighed, feeling that the fourteen copper coins in his hand were as heavy as lead.
"Xu, Xu Lang, I've cooked taro soup."
As soon as they entered the house, the maidservant's wife hurriedly came over holding a steaming thick bowl.
In the thick bowl, there was boiled taro soup, which was so full that it almost overflowed. From the perspective of modern people, it is really hard to swallow. But it's not that there's something wrong with the little servant's wife's cooking skills, it's just that this is how the ancients ate.
If the conditions are better, it will be mixed into wild vegetable porridge and sprinkled with some shredded pork.
As for rice, fine wheat, of course there are also some, but they are only reserved for wealthy men. Most ordinary people only eat the roots and tubers of taro and potatoes.
After taking the taro soup, Xu Mu had just taken two bites when he felt like swallowing wax and it was difficult to swallow.
Afraid that the little maidservant's wife would think too much, she had no choice but to take a deep breath and wipe her mouth pretending to be happy.
The maidservant's wife hurriedly brought another bowl of hot water, put it on the table, and then stood aside.
"That's not necessary. By the way, I don't know your name yet."
"The surname is Jiang Caiwei."
"Pick weeds and pick weeds, and the weeds will stop."
The little maid's wife raised her head, her eyes slightly startled, "Does Xu Lang understand poetry?"
"I know a little bit." Xu Mu stood up, but suddenly he couldn't say the words that were on his lips.
The original intention was that he wanted to provide Jiang Caiwei with some travel expenses, and then they parted ways and had no further involvement.
But with Jiang Caiwei's appearance now, if he dared to say anything about it, he would probably break this girl's heart.
Furthermore, the little silver she had on her body was not enough for Jiang Caiwei to settle down.
"You don't have to get up early to collect firewood tomorrow. I put some money under the quilt to buy a quilt and add some household items."
"Xu Lang, you can earn money as a slave!" Hearing this, Jiang Caiwei became anxious, her voice was so excited that she was already crying.
She was afraid that once the money was collected, it would most likely be sold in a few days.
Xu Mu rubbed his forehead helplessly, "I mean, I want you to help me buy it. After all, I don't have a quilt, so I won't be comfortable sleeping when I go home."
"Slave, I understand." Jiang Caiwei's voice slowly relaxed.
"Then you go to bed early."
Jiang Caiwei stood aside, not daring to ask to stay. She was afraid of making Xu Mu unhappy again.
Xu Mu walked out of the ruined courtyard and walked forward for nearly a hundred steps before he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly looked back.
Sure enough, through the wooden window, he saw Jiang Caiwei pitifully picking up the earthen pot, pouring the last bit of taro soup into a thick bowl, and eating it with big mouthfuls.
"Brother Mu, your little maid wife pays 20 cash a day, which is 600 cash a month..."
Xu Mu glared, and Si Hu quickly covered his mouth in shock.
His brother Mu used to be a blind person when it came to money, but Guaiguai was really beaten to his brain.
"Si Hu, go grab some hay and sleep over there tonight." Xu Mu sighed and pointed to an old cowshed not far from home.
After traveling for three days, I slept in the cowshed for three nights.
