The atmosphere in Qian Mansion's yard was a bit solemn.

The manager held his head and nostrils soared into the sky, with a bad expression. Opposite him was Luo Yongsheng with a smile on his face, Luo Yongjie with a nervous expression and a group of little beggars.

And at the foot of this manager, there was a pool of urine stains.

"This pee was not made by us, but the young master came here to pee just now." Old Man Li said, but his voice was a little low, as if to be honest in front of the manager, it was a kind of disrespect, very nervous and afraid.

The manager glanced at Old Man Li with his eyes, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Is it important for who peeing?

"There is a way to eat boys' urine and boil eggs on the coastal areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It can cure diseases, which means boys' urine is a good thing."

Luo Yongsheng walked slowly to the manager, and said while walking, and still laughed on his face when he stopped, and slowly knelt down. "Today, there is a young master who has such a good medicine. If he eats this little medicine, he will definitely be healthy in the future and will not invade all diseases."

"You're so frank."

The manager suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped on Luo Yongsheng's head, trampling Luo Yongsheng's face into the pool of urine on the ground.

Release your feet, the manager laughed and turned around: "You are right. This is the treasure left by our young master. It's not your turn to be a bunch of cheap bones. I don't want you to lick them clean today. Get out."

"elder brother."

As soon as the manager left, Luo Yongjie rushed to Luo Yongsheng quickly and helped Luo Yongsheng up in a panic, feeling the latter's slightly trembling body.

"fine."

With the stained urine on his face, Luo Yongsheng wiped it with a smile on his face. He was afraid that the corpse would suddenly turn around and see it, so he didn't dare to get angry.

"Let's go."

Luo Yongsheng called everyone to carry the big bucket into the car, and then pushed the cart away from Qian Mansion. It was still early, so he had to rush to sell it back in the city and try to go two more trips.

Being humiliated is not a big deal, and it is even more terrifying to not make money.

"Brother, let's avenge sooner or later." Luo Yongjie pushed the cart and turned to Luo Yongsheng to grit his teeth: "The bastard who is raised by a bitch dares to humiliate you like this. If you look for an opportunity in the future, you will definitely chop off his hoof."

"Yes, I believe you."

Luo Yongsheng nodded, but his eyes looked at the endless sky.

"Yongjie, remember that the weak are fun to bully the weaker, and the strong are motivated to challenge the stronger. Therefore, after the rotation of time and space, the strong become stronger and stronger, while the weak are heading for death. If you want to become strong, you should focus on challenging the strong and never bully the weak."

"Is this manager a strong man today?"

Luo Yongsheng suddenly laughed, laughed and patted Luo Yongjie on the shoulder: "For you and me today, yes, my brothers will challenge him in the future and become stronger by stepping on him."

Old Man Li, who was behind the two carts, followed closely, looking at the laughter between Luo Yongsheng and the others, and curled his lips with some disdain.

These two beggars are still thinking about seeking revenge on others.

Be a beggar, be honest.

After looking at the two carts of shit drowning, Old Man Li laughed.

The cart was pushed out of the city, and there was no obstacle along the road. Even the wings guarding the city in Yangzhou did not stop them. They all covered their mouths and noses far away. Such a smoothness could be regarded as the light of Luo Yongsheng and others drowning in the car.

The one who received this group of stools was a landlord named Hu. Most of the land outside Yangzhou City was the home of this landlord Hu, and he had hundreds of tenants in his hands.

It was only the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty. How could a landlord in a place have so many tenant farmers under his command?

The more tenant farmers, the more serious the problem of land annexation. In the traditional farming era without industrialization, once land annexation is serious, it will inevitably arouse extremely serious class contradictions. This is basic common sense.

Luo Yongsheng discovered this problem and kept thinking frowning on the way back to the city.

He knew little about the history of the Song Dynasty, and had hardly read the complex and deeper books, only a few broad and simple overview introductions.

I know the wealth of the Song Dynasty and the weakness of the Song Dynasty.

These understandings are superficial and intuitive, and I have hardly read books such as deep social situations and political relations.

"Mr. Qian has many servants and servants in his family, and the landlord Hu has hundreds of tenants and thousands of acres of land."

Luo Yongsheng muttered, his mind spinning rapidly.

"This is the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty. A large amount of wealth and land resources in society have begun to be gathered into the hands of a small number of people. This is still Yangzhou is Huainan Road, not far from the capital. If we go further southwest and some places far from the central region, how deep are the social contradictions?"

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Luo Yongjie, who was sitting on the cart, was in high spirits: "This Mr. Hu is so generous. He gave us a hundred documents directly."

Twelve barrels of shit and drowning, one barrel of eight ceremonies, should be ninety-six ceremonies. Landlord Hu sent someone to pay Luo Yongsheng a hundred ceremonies, which was considered a matter of making up.

"Just give me four cents more, are you so happy?"

Luo Yongsheng responded with a smile, and Luo Yongjie really thought to himself by calculating.

"You think, brother, I'll give you four cents more at a time, and ten trips are forty cents, and one hundred trips are not four hundred cents, which is equivalent to sending four less times."

"Okay, stop talking." The gate of Yangzhou City was already close, and Luo Yongsheng immediately called out, stopping Luo Yongjie's words.

There are city tariffs when entering the city. Although it usually costs a few cents, if the gatekeeper Yu Hou knew that he would have to go halfway through the sea kou, would he be unyielding?

Although it was the wing army, it was also the regular officers and soldiers of the court. The skin they wore was more intimidating to the refugee beggars like Luo Yongsheng than the official robe of the King of Hell.

Fortunately, when Luo Yongsheng and others entered the city, the group of soldiers were busy gambling dice, and only two people were guarding the door. Seeing Luo Yongsheng and others' beggars, they didn't make any more trouble. They casually asked for ten cents and then let them go.

Luo Yongsheng looked sharp and saw that the ten cents were put directly into his pocket by the two soldiers. If nothing unexpected happens, he may appear on the gambling table later.

One hundred texts, just one percent lost.

"We can't get out with two cars like this."

As soon as he returned to the city, Luo Yongsheng talked to Mr. Li: "We can trump four or five at the same time. Anyway, it's the same money to enter the city. If we run diligently in one day, wouldn't we give these officers and soldiers dozens of dollars in vain?"

Old Man Li patted his thigh, feeling extremely distressed.

"So we can't spend this money indiscriminately. We have to continue to build more board trucks and recruit more people."
Chapter completed!