I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 72: Creation of Transfer Instrument

 ‘Originally he didn’t want to lend money to Brother Chen, but he kept crying about being poor and even lost his face in order to get the money. He was angry at that time. It was okay to lend him money and asked him what he would pay in return. Did he still want to give him the private school? ’

"He just said that, but he didn't expect that idiot Brother Chen to agree without thinking. He took the initiative to write an IOU and marked it as collateral with his private school, otherwise he would have been in the wrong today. ’

"As a mother, I know very well the virtues of my adopted son. Cousin, don't worry, I understand them all."

Baiyunxi twitched the corner of his mouth and took the IOU. It was indeed written in the boss's bear cub's handwriting. It was written in black and white. The most conspicuous one was the four big characters "Pledged with private school."

At this time, she was very suspicious that Bai Anchen, that bastard, hated them so much that he showed no mercy to them.

 Putting away the IOU, Baiyunxi felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart.

“They say that brothers settle scores, so we can be considered settled.”

As expected of the new Li Zheng, her thoughts are quite thoughtful. As a modern soul, she cannot get any glory at all.

Bai Yunsong looked at the poor expressions of his cousin and his family, and his face was sly.

"Don't worry too much. Brother Chen will be back soon. He is a child after all. Under normal circumstances, no one will bully him."

Bai Yunxi nodded. She didn't care whether Bai Anchen could return safely. After all, she felt uncomfortable.

“Ahem~, Yunxi girl, I heard that you took the children to open up wasteland?”

 The old patriarch glanced at his son and immediately changed the subject.

“Uncle is right, two acres have been planted.”

　　The whole village knows about the land reclamation, and there are not a few people who are talking about it behind the scenes, but so what, you have to eat until you are unable to do so.

"My uncle also knows that the few acres of fertile land at home have been sold to the father for medical treatment, and the remaining two acres of dry land cannot support the family. He is thinking of opening up a few acres of wasteland, hoping to get some harvest."

 The old patriarch nodded,

"That's the truth. Farmers rely on the fields to make a living. They can't make a living without land. Fortunately, our Song Dynasty has preferential treatment for land reclamation. It is tax-free for three years. Just ask your cousin to report how much you are prepared to pay later."

"Hey~, I was just thinking about telling my cousin about this. I'm going to open up the slopes behind the mountain. When it's done, I'd like my cousin to bring the yamen to measure it."

 Anyone can open wasteland, but it must be reported to facilitate later taxation.

"Cousin, just drive it. When it's done, just tell me."

 As a new Li Zheng, it is your duty to report these things. If you want to provide convenience, you just need to take bigger steps and relax the size when the government comes to measure.

"It's getting late, so we won't delay you in clearing the wasteland. If you have something to do, just let the children run around. There are usually people at home."

Bai Yunsong said, reaching out to help his father up and preparing to leave.

 “I’ll send you off.”

Bai Yunxi stood up, walked the person to the door, watched the father and son leave together, and then turned back.

 Looking back, I saw a few pairs of angry eyes, waving their hands,

"Okay, the worst is like this. Do whatever you have to do and don't be idle. We will definitely live a good life."

Xiao Wu glanced at the two grandfathers who had disappeared, with gloomy eyes.

“Mom, Grandpa and the others have been thinking about our private school for a long time. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have even bothered to be polite and took over directly. They are so determined to bully none of us.”

 (End of this chapter)