"I, Chen Tugen, am a manly man and I keep my word!"

Faced with the doubts of Fan Mingzhong and others, Chen Tianhua not only did not repent, but also insisted on his promise without changing his face.

"Okay... Tu Gen, I think you have the guts, don't default on your debt then... let's go..." Fan Mingzhong had no choice for the time being. He left with several servants with deep doubts and hatred.

Humph... I would like to see how this young master, Chen Tugen, this stupid fool, managed to collect these forty yuan.

On the way back, Fan Mingzhong kept mumbling.

He felt unwilling to do so. It was the first time since he was born that he had lost his face in front of everyone. He vowed that he would one day let go of his bad temper and earn back his face.

The villagers who were watching around Chen Tianhua's house also slowly dispersed. They were shaking their heads and talking about their roots, and were quite dissatisfied with his bragging behavior.

If you don't have the ability, just keep your head down. Only by being honest and low-key can you ask for help from others.

The villagers, who originally had some status, wanted to help Tugen and interceded with the Fan family, hoping to reduce the interest and give him a grace period of a few years to repay the capital.

That's good, this guy blocked the road by himself.

The villagers who are doing something good, or thinking only after the fact, they are shaking their heads and talking.

"Tu Gen... How are you going to repay this money? You should go to the school with me... earn some money as a helper. I will find a way to help you raise some money to pay back the money..."

Liu Yufang, who had been watching with a cold eye, saw that the villagers had almost left and only a dozen relatives were left, so she took the initiative to speak to Chen Tianhua.

Originally, she was planning to beg her father for help, and she would raise some funds from the school to help Tugen's family tide over the difficulties first.

"Thank you, Miss, for your concern. I know this well. Besides, your money is used to run a school. How can you help my family pay off its debts? It's absolutely impossible! As for the helper matter, I'm sorry that I can't do it, because the family needs my care.

I will naturally visit the eldest lady’s school then.”

Chen Tianhua talked eloquently and regretfully declined Liu Yufang's kindness. He could not damage the reputation of her school. Besides, he already had a way to save himself.

"Then... if you are determined to do so, I will take my leave now. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me at Jingming Academy in the city at any time."

"I understand... Miss, please go slowly..." Chen Tianhua sent Liu Yufang to the road, and the two of them bowed and said goodbye.

Back on the road at the door of the house, my uncle Xue Xingcai and several relatives continued to make coffins. They said that they only needed to make one now and it was estimated that it would be completed by the first watch and the funeral could be held on the fifth watch.

"Uncle, cousins, and cousins ​​for your hard work... Tugen would like to express my gratitude on behalf of the whole family..." Chen Tianhua bowed ninety degrees to express his thanks.

"Why are you so polite to me if you are from my own family? You should think carefully about how to pay back the money next." Xue Xingcai sighed and said.

Originally, as an uncle, he wanted to reprimand his nephew, but his nephew had come back from the dead today, and he didn't want to lose interest. He would wait until after the funeral.

In addition, Tu Gen will be the master of this family from now on, so it is a good thing for him to hit the wall and practice, but this boast is so ridiculous that even his mother-in-law is frightened.

Relatives and women were busy with dinner at home. Chen Tianhua knelt down in mourning in front of the altar to accept the condolences of the belated villagers.

…

The Mid-Autumn Festival falls on the eleventh day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, four days later.

After the heavy rain, the sky cleared up in Xibutou Village. A slight breeze came from the originally stuffy air, making me feel much cooler.

In the village of about a hundred households, children can be seen everywhere going out to have fun. Some elderly people at home also sit on small benches in front of the door, drinking tea and enjoying the cool air.

A clear river runs straight and long in front of the village, which the locals call "Henghu".

This Henghu Lake belongs to the Cao'e River water system, which leads up to the Qiantang River Basin and down to the Yongjiang River. There is also a lake nearby called Guazi Lake.

This is the place where generations of ancestors in Xibutou Village have drank water, washed rice, washed vegetables, and washed clothes. It has nurtured generations of men, women, and children in the village, and their contributions have been passed down through the ages.

At this time, although the water in Henghu Lake was turbid after the rain, there were still some women washing things on the stone steps on the shore of the lake.

Some men who had just returned from working in the fields also washed their feet or rinsed farm tools such as hoes and rakes on the stone steps by the lake.

Chen Tianhua carried a hoe on his shoulder, with his trousers rolled up to his knees, naked to the waist and wearing a thick scarf. He also came to the lake to wash himself and prepare to go home for dinner.

After burying his father in mourning, he shouldered the role of the backbone of the family. First, he finished the farm work in the fields that had been idle for many days. In a few days, it would be the season of summer harvest and planting. He first packed up the early rice for dinner.

Relying on the memory of the movements in his mind and careful observation, Chen Tianhua was able to use these farm tools for field work, and quickly became proficient in them.

During these four days, he almost always went to work in the fields in the morning, and in the afternoon went to the outskirts of Henghu Lake to touch river mussels, sweep snails, etc.

My father, Chen Shaoan, has been running short-distance water transport in rivers for many years, running in the waters of Ningbo-Shaoxing-Xiaoshan-Hangzhou.

He started as a waiter and later became the boss of the ship...

I started renting a boat and then I bought a boat and started running...

It started with a wooden boat, and finally it was a motor boat...

It can be called an ambitious triple jump, but there are unpredictable circumstances, and doing business really depends on luck.

I heard from my mother that my father had a successful start in water transport and made some money back, but in the end he lost everything.

Yes, it's just unlucky that the person they dragged was the bullshit Boxer Group, and that blond haired girl wanted to kidnap someone's concubine, which was really harmful to people.

Now the plane and sailboat were towed away by the officials. Not only did they pay for my father's life, there was no way to go to the officials' Yamen to reason.

If you don't do this well and you are labeled as a remnant of the Boxer Rebellion, then misfortunes never come singly, and there will be no chance of time travel in this life.

Fortunately, over the years, Chen Shaoan worked hard to build three tile houses with brick and wood structures for his family, leaving behind more than an acre of paddy fields, a small bamboo forest and a vegetable patch.

Chen Tianhua knew that Zhejiang has many hills and waters and little cultivated land. It was not easy for his father to buy more than an acre of fertile farmland.

The mother also said that her father had made some money in the past few years, but she had lost all of it due to her illness.

According to what my mother said, my father, Chen Shaoan, was really a good man who lived at home. Unfortunately, his life was short-lived and his fortune was even worse.

It is said that Chen Tianhua dipped his feet in the river, bent over and wiped his body with a thick towel in the water, and lowered his head in thought.

On a bluestone board on the stone steps by the lake, a young woman was beating the sheets with a mallet.

She was wearing a short Gua dress, and when she flapped it, the little red bellyband on her chest trembled, which was really pretty.

Because the story of Chen Tianhua's reanimation went viral throughout the village and even in other villages, people always felt weird when they saw him in person.

When the little woman saw Chen Tianhua washing his hands and hoeing beside her, she felt nervous and at a loss.

She inadvertently kicked her soles on the lake moss, and when she slipped, there was a sound of "Porphy..." and her whole body slipped into the lake, soaking her clothes, and the lake water even covered her neck...

"Hey..."

Chen Tianhua quickly jumped into the river and lifted the little woman up. His hand accidentally touched the sensitive part of her chest, as if she had been bitten by a snake, causing her face to turn red.

"Haha...you must have met a ghost..."
Chapter completed!