coobybook Chapter 149 Zhao Shenghu, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 149 Zhao Shenghu, Let's Get a Divorce
The Yuan family fled here twenty years ago after their hometown was flooded.
Although his family's standard of living has gradually improved in the past year, money is not worth as much as life.
After Yuan Yingxing finished speaking, the clan chief asked, "Where can they escape to?"
Do you think the fighting only took place in Zhao Family Village?
Now, wars are raging in other places as well, and every vassal state in the entire Great Xia is recruiting soldiers.
Horses are ridiculously expensive. If you leave Zhao Family Village, you might be conscripted into the army.
After the clan chief finished speaking, all the men present, whether young or old, felt a sense of fear.
Once you're conscripted, there's almost no chance of ever coming back.
Madam Zheng immediately instructed Zhao Shengan beside her:
"Sheng'an, don't go to town to sell chickens, ducks and geese recently. Let your mother do it."
She and Zhao Guangkun only have this one son.
If he is conscripted, how will she and Guangkun survive?
After listening to the village chief and clan chief, Zhao Xiangping said, "So, the only safest way is to build a city wall for our Zhao Family Village?"
The village chief nodded: "Building the city wall requires donations from everyone. Go home and get your money. I'll be waiting for you in the embroidery workshop's private room."
I record the amount of money donated by each household.
If any family doesn't want to donate, they can pack their things and leave Zhao Family Village now.
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces turned grim; if they didn't donate, they would be expelled from the village!
Before long, everyone left the embroidery workshop.
On the villagers' way home, Yuan Yingxing said:
"If we donate money to build the city wall, will we really be safe?"
The Great Xia Kingdom had so many feudal lords and so many soldiers.
Let's not end up donating all our money and still dying here.
Zhao Shenghu immediately chimed in, "That's right!"
Although it's easier to make money in our village now than before, this money is still hard-earned, and we absolutely cannot let it go to waste.
If you ask me, instead of donating money, you should pack your things and leave right now.
Didn't the village chief say that our village wouldn't be surrounded by a large number of soldiers for another six months?
"If we escape now, we'll be safe in six months. How could those soldiers possibly catch us?"
After Zhao Shenghu finished speaking, Yuan Yingxing immediately chimed in to express his agreement.
Zhao Xiangping walked to the side and waved his hand, saying:
“I’m old, sixty-two years old. If I’m out here fleeing famine, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take it for more than two months and will go to see my ancestors.”
I'm going home to get the money to give to the village chief.
Grandma Feng said the same thing: "I'm already sixty-six, and my old man is sixty-seven. We don't know how much longer we can live. We're going home to get some money."
Grandma Sun said, "Although I'm not as old as them, I trust my daughter Taohua. If she says building the city wall will work, then it definitely will!"
Other villagers who had previously received help from Zhao Taohua thought the same way.
In the end, only Zhao Shenghu and Yuan Yingxing remained, and they both firmly decided to pack up and leave the village.
However, while money and belongings are easy to pack and take away, the medicinal herb field and house are the only things that cannot be taken.
So the two immediately asked their neighbors who wanted it, and they would sell it to him at a low price, but only in cash!
Yuan Yingxing lived not far from Zhao Shenglin's house. Upon hearing that Yuan was selling his medicinal herb field, Zhao Shenglin immediately went to inquire about it.
"Brother Yuan, how much does your medicinal herb field cost per acre?"
He had been lazy and hadn't joined everyone in clearing the land, so he only had four acres of medicinal herb fields.
This time, Yuan Yingxing's decision to sell the medicinal herb field is actually a good thing for him.
The medicinal herb field can be planted three times a year, and you can earn a lot of money in a year.
His family will need money for so many things in the future.
“Shenglin, the good farmland in our village costs four taels per mu. The medicinal herbs I planted there are ready to be harvested. One mu can earn at least three taels of silver. You can give me seven taels.”
Yuan Yingxing said.
The Yuan family owned four mu of fertile land and had also reclaimed five mu of wasteland. They sold one mu of wasteland for three taels of silver.
Zhao Shenglin frowned slightly upon hearing this. If he bought it, he would definitely make a profit. However, he only had fifty taels of silver in his possession.
He originally intended to save the money to buy an oxcart, but after seeing Shen Ming get married, he decided to offer a betrothal gift to the Zhao family's old residence and save it to marry Zhao Lianhua.
But now that we need to donate money and buy the Yuan family's medicinal herb fields, we won't have enough for the betrothal gifts.
In the end, Zhao Shenglin gritted his teeth and spent forty-three taels to buy the Yuan family's four mu of fertile land and five mu of wasteland.
Yuan Yingxing took the money and happily prepared to go back.
The medicinal herb field has already been sold; all that's left is the house!
“Brother Yuan, don’t rush back. Give me the land deed, and we’ll go to Duting together to register it so we don’t have any trouble explaining ourselves later.”
No one can predict the future, and to prevent Yuan Yingxing from causing him trouble later, he must register at the capital.
"Cheng, Shenglin, don't worry, I, Yuan Yingxing, will not be coming back!"
"Wait a moment, let me see who else wants to buy my house. I'll take the deed and the paperwork to Duting to get it done later."
Yuan Yingxing reassured him.
However, every household in the village has a house, so no one is lacking in this kind of thing.
In the end, it was Grandma Chu next door who saw that she could buy four rooms for only ten taels of silver, and the house would be fully furnished and have a large courtyard.
We'll connect the two courtyards later so the children can have more space, which won't count as separating the family.
Yuan Yingxing's house and land have been sold, and Zhao Shenghu also wants to sell his house and land, but Ren Shi absolutely refuses to agree!
Enraged, Zhao Shenghu raised his right hand and slapped the man across the face.
"You bitch, when did you become the boss of this house? I said I'd sell it, so I'll sell it!"
Even though Ren's mouth was bleeding from the beating, she refused to back down.
"I don't agree to sell anything in this house..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped hard across the face again, and instantly, half of her face swelled up.
Zhao Shenghu cursed, "When did it become your place to make decisions about things in this family?"
Don't think that just because I've been bound by village rules and my butt's been hurting for a month, you can stand on my head and shit!
Get out of my way, I feel like throwing up just looking at you!
Ten-year-old Zhao Yuefei saw that Ren Shi was blocking Zhao Shenghu's way, and her little face also hardened.
"Mother, please don't make Father angry anymore!"
Zhao Yuefei's tone of disdain was exactly the same as Zhao Shenghu's.
Suddenly, Ren felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She had never felt this bad, not even when she was beaten by Zhao Shenghu.
The reason she didn't want Zhao Shenghu to sell the house and land was for the good of her son, Zhao Yuefei.
He was only ten years old. How could someone so young endure being on the run from famine?
Suddenly, she seemed to understand something. It turned out that her love for her son in the past could not earn her even a sliver of love from him.
Not long after she married Zhao Shenghu, her parents-in-law passed away, leaving her to take care of everything at home, big and small. She worked tirelessly for her husband and son.
But Zhao Shenghu would slap her whenever he was unhappy, and she had endured it before for the sake of her son.
Now, she felt that she no longer needed to endure it; her son, Zhao Yuefei, was just like his father!
Zhao Shenghu grabbed the land deed and house deed from his home and was about to go out to find someone to sell them.
Suddenly, Ren's voice rang out from behind:
"Zhao Shenghu, let's get a divorce."