jdhmnovel Chapter 481 Difficulties in transitioning from luxury to frugality
Chapter 481 Difficulties in transitioning from luxury to frugality
Lin Dasheng walked over holding Lin Zao Zao and said, "Wan Wan, why are you here alone? Where are your family members?"
Lin Wanwan ate the candy man and looked at him and said, "What's it got to do with you?"
Lin Dasheng frowned and said, "Why are you speaking so harshly now? You're just like your mother..."
"Of course it's exactly like my mother, otherwise it could be exactly like your mother!" Lin Wanwan felt that it was great to have a mouth.
Lin Dasheng was so angry that his face turned red: "You are too ignorant, kid. I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your mother."
As soon as he raised his hand, Chuyi grabbed it.
"Let go! My bones are going to break!" Lin Dasheng's soap-colored robe was torn into a wrinkled ball, his hair crown hung crookedly on his temples, and a few strands of hair fell down, covering his purple-red face.
The whispers of the onlookers surged like a tide: "What a sin! Adults are bullying children!"
"Isn't it? This person doesn't even care about his dignity?"
Lin Dasheng's face turned the color of liver: "She is my own daughter! I am teaching my own daughter a lesson, why would you meddle in my business?"
He stumbled forward, spitting everywhere:
"Your mother took away 50,000 taels of silver from me!
Now you are wearing gold and silver and looking very glorious, but you think I am a dead man?"
Lin Wanwan sneered, "You're not my father! My father is a general, not you..."
Lin Dasheng laughed heartily and said:
"General? Who would be willing to marry your unlucky mother? You'd better go back and tell your mother that a matchmaker will come to your house soon.
Let her prepare to be my concubine, otherwise she will miss this opportunity forever."
He looked at Lin Wanwan's bulging bag and said, "Why would a child carry so much silver? I'll keep it for you."
At the critical moment, Chuyi grabbed his arm directly. There was a crisp "crack" sound, and severe pain instantly tore through his whole body.
Lin Dasheng collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and he let out a pig-killing wail: "My arm! My arm is broken..."
She looked at Lin Dasheng, who was lying on the ground, and smiled as she said, "You better recover."
"You bastard, you came here to cause trouble for me. You are indeed a disaster star. Nothing good will come of meeting you. Do you know why I didn't want you in the first place?
It's because you are a disaster star. The Taoist priest said that you are here to bring disaster to our family. How well is our family doing when you are not in Bian Jing?
But my house has been in shambles since you came here. Just wait, I'm going to kill you." Lin Dasheng was a little crazy.
His life has become increasingly difficult recently. Bai Qian has changed a lot. She simply sold her house and rented a small courtyard.
He no longer gave Lin Dasheng money, and he went back to his old ways. It was difficult for him to go from extravagance to frugality.
Lin Dasheng is now unable to move forward. Old Mrs. Lin still has to ask him for rent every month, and he and Lin Zaozao still have to eat, and all these things cost money.
When the crowd dispersed, Lin Dasheng hugged Lin Zaozao with a face full of grievance:
"Zao Zao, do you think I'm useless? Why can't I do anything right?
Why does that bad star Lin Wanwan look down on me? "
Lin Zaozao really felt that Lin Dasheng was useless. He had ruined such a good game. If he had lived a good life with Bai Qian, he would not have ended up like this.
It must be said that Bai Qian is quite smart, especially when it comes to business.
But she was not treated well. She was only given two meals a day, and both meals were porridge, without even any side dishes.
Apart from meals, I no longer care about her.
Now he was so poor that he almost had to beg for food. Seeing that Lin Wanwan spent one or two taels of silver on a sugar figure, he felt very uncomfortable.
Lin Zao Zao suddenly said: "Second Uncle, I have a way to help you make money, do you want to listen to me?"
Lin Dasheng was stunned for a moment, looked at her and said, "Zao Zao, do you have a way to help my second uncle make money?"
Lin Zao Zao nodded and said, "Of course there is, but Second Uncle wants to give me half of the money he earns. Are you willing?"
Lin Dasheng looked at her and said:
"How can Second Uncle ask for half of your silver?
As long as you can help Second Uncle make money, I will give you 70% of the money, and Second Uncle only needs 30% for drinking."
Lin Zao Zao thought about it and said, "Uncle, how about we start the used clothing business?"
Lin Dasheng became interested: "But where are we going to get the clothes?"
Lin Zao Zao said calmly, "Second Uncle, do you know the most dilapidated alley in the south of the city?"
Lin Dasheng scratched his head and said, "Are you talking about the dogtail alley full of beggars? That place..."
"Yes, that's it." Lin interrupted him early, a meaningful smile on his lips:
"There's an old woman there called Aunt Que who sells used clothes.
Whether it was silk that the rich had discarded or coarse cloth that the poor had worn out, she had it all.”
She paused, leaned in closer and lowered her voice: "Besides, the price is lower than you can imagine."
This Aunt Que was someone I knew in my previous life. She was the mother of one of her maids. This old woman was quite capable. In her early years, she specialized in selling these old clothes, which were all stripped off the dead.
Black water seeped from the cracks in the stone slabs of Gouweiba Lane, and the stench mixed with the smell of urine penetrated people's noses.
Lin Dasheng carried Lin Zao Zao and walked deeper into the cave. The sticky moss on the soles of his feet made him slip several times.
Drunkards were lying in a mess at the foot of the wall, and the moonlight passed over their pale faces.
A beggar with half an ear missing suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the two men, but was kicked away by Lin Dasheng.
Turning the third corner, the faded white cloth wrapped around the door knocker fluttered in the wind like a hanging funeral banner.
Lin Zao Zao clutched her purse and knocked on the door. With a "creak," the musty smell of rotting wood hit her face. The hunched Aunt Que poked half of her face out and said, "A stranger."
The inside of the house was even more eerie than the alley entrance, and the dim oil lamp cast distorted shadows between the beams.
The entire wall was covered with layers of clothes - faded skirts with dark red stains on the hems, men's long gowns with cuffs worn to a shine, and several pieces of brocade embroidered with peonies were still wrapped with dried vines.
Lin Dasheng's Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly there was a sound of fabric rubbing at his feet. He looked down and saw a gray child's bellyband.
"Come back for the first time?" Aunt Que's crutch tapped the ground, making a dull sound.
She pointed to the pile of sacks in the corner. Half a piece of red silk embroidered with a longevity character peeked out from the bottom sack.
"There are notes of fifty coins, two hundred coins, one ounce of silver, three ounces of silver, five ounces of silver, and of course ten ounces of silver. Which one do you want?"
These clothes of mine were dug out from graves, and they are much cheaper than those sold outside."
Her withered fingers brushed against a lilac-colored skirt, black dirt still embedded in the cracks between her nails. "It was just dug out from the grave of Mr. Liu's concubine in the east of the city. It's not even stained with corpse spots!"
Lin Dasheng stared at the clothes, cold sweat oozing from his back.
Lin Zao Zao pulled out her purse and threw five taels of silver onto the mold-spotted Eight Immortals table: "I want this bag! Please pack it up, and we'll sell it tomorrow."