MTL - I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times-Chapter 20 Start from scratch

Chapter 20 Starting from the beginning

One of them, a middle-aged man with a horned beard, was holding a document and a writing brush in his hand, still recording something.

 After a cup of tea, when the man with the horned beard made the last stroke, he nodded to Zhao Li.

Zhao Li chuckled and cupped his hands, "Madam, it has been accepted. Please give your thumbprint so that we can go through the transfer procedures."

Yangjiaohu immediately sent the red ink pad to Baiyunxi.

 The facts have been established, and if you continue to argue about what has happened, you are causing yourself discomfort.

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Bai Yunxi looked at the wilting appearance of the family, and his face darkened.

“What are you doing with a droopy face? Now that the matter has come to this, we have to admit it. We have hands and feet, how can we still starve to death?”

Bai Yunxi looked at Xiao Wu, who had always had no sense of existence. This kid was a top student. He was a child student at the age of twelve, and he was far better than the old judge.

Hearing Bai Yunxi’s request, Zhao Li laughed, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and handed it over.

“This is an IOU personally written by Master Juren. Please accept it.”

Hearing Zhao Li's shameless words, Bai Yunxi choked. He was so poor that he was too lazy to cheat, and he didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

Bai Yunxi looked at him. This kid didn't have any inner thoughts. He was really cruel and indifferent. He said whatever he wanted, but he didn't hide anything.

“The old lady has a lot of things to do, so he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to do something fishy. He couldn’t find ten copper coins even if he bundled them all together, so he didn’t bother to bother. ’

“Mother, my son works hard to earn money and will redeem the old home sooner or later.”

 “Just lay your fingerprints here.”

 ‘The cunning old woman, in the end, she lost her wife, lost her army, and had no life as an official, so everything was in vain. ’

“I’d like to ask Manager Zhao to return the IOU written by my master, so that we can settle the money and the goods.”

The fifth-year-old Bai Ansheng, who has always had no sense of existence, sneered when he heard the fourth brother's arrogance, with contempt in his eyes.

 Two hundred five. Two hundred and thirty-four. One hundred and forty-six. Seventy-five

“Mom, we just feel uncomfortable. The old home is where we were born, so we are used to it.”

 But transforming this bear cub rewards forty points, and the difficulty is not much different from the finale question.

Bai Yunxi glanced at him, took the IOU, opened it and confirmed it. With the memory of the original owner, it was easy to identify the old Juren's handwriting.

After reading the terms of the document, it is indeed a transfer document and there is no mess in it.

“Tsk~, it’s up to you, don’t involve yourself, we’ll have to work hard to get you.”

"Now that the handover is over, this yard has nothing to do with us, let's say goodbye." Bai Yunxi waved to his sons, took Yaya and turned around to go out.

 Back at the fence courtyard at the west end of the village, everyone's mood was not very high.

"Ahem~, Xiaowu, you are a student of sages. Brothers, friends and brothers are the foundation of family harmony. From now on, our family will start over and work hard together. Not only will our lives be better, but we will also be better than before. Even better, so that your father can be informed."

Looking at Bai Yunxi’s style, Zhao Li nodded in agreement.

“Haha...it’s important to be serious when it comes to raising a lady, Lao Hu, give her the paperwork.”

 Pressing his fingerprints, Bai Yunxi took the document and looked at Zhao Li.

I originally thought that after the old judge got an official position, Xiao Wu would be put to death... After the three-year filial piety period, Xiong Zai was sixteen.

Bai Yunxi looked at the Yangjiaohu, then turned to look at Zhao Li.

"That's right, how can a younger brother contradict his elder brother? He has studied in vain for several years." Bai Anyi raised his chin at him.

 ‘I’m still on his side, huh~’

 (End of this chapter)