The Ying family genealogy started from the ancestor Taishan to guard Shuangzhou. It has been more than 4,000 years since it was established. There are 37 genealogies with clear written records.

If it were in a peaceful and prosperous era, the current population of the Ying family would probably have been tens of millions, but there were too few years of peace in China and the war between the various forces and national wars, there was also a tide of strange beasts once a century.

As the guardian family of Shuangzhou, the Ying family was the first to bear the brunt.

To this day, among the thirty-seven genealogies of the Ying family, only five are left.

Of course, it is normal for hundreds of people to produce several poor and poor households.

Everyone has poor relatives. If you don’t, then you are that poor relative.

Yingrui owed not much debt, and only ten tons of interest was included. He could buy a sleeve of the hero's robe. So the hero asked his family to give him twenty taels of silver, half of which paid off the debt and half buried his mother.

Yingrui did not talk nonsense, held the silver and bowed deeply to the carriage, then turned around and left with great strides.

"Young Master, you obviously want to help him, why do you have to emphasize buying his life? It's only twenty cents of money, but it's not as much pocket money as you give your family on weekdays!"

"How do you know that I am just to help him? I can't be the young master. I fell in love with his life?"

"You are fooling others again." The little maid curled her lips, "You are the eldest grandson of the Ying family and the young palace master of the Baji Palace. As long as you say something, I don't know how many masters outside are willing to work for you.

If you fall to the point where you need help from such a person, then the first damn person is Jia Qiao, because I'm too useless!"

The hero raised his hand and patted her face: "Silly girl, your life is precious, I am reluctant to use it for use by Master."

Jia Qiao smiled sweetly, revealing two cute little tiger teeth. "Jia Qiao is willing."

"I don't want to!"

The hero shook his head, lay down on her lap again, and said quietly: "I have seen many stories. Most of the protagonists in the story are as unlucky as Yingrui, suffering all the hardships, and only the poor are left with a backbone.

But with this backbone, they do not bow to fate, work hard to achieve strength, and step by step to the peak of their lives, and step by step to the top of their lives. They will all step on those who look down on and bully themselves."

"Do you think Yingrui will be like them?"

"This is not necessarily true. However, the protagonists in those stories have one thing in common, that is, because they have been bullied too much, which leads to some problems in their thoughts, strong self-esteem and fragile, and often kill the whole family if they disagree and steal the other's female relatives.

What kind of wife, sister, maid and even mother all go to the room to collect it. If you feel good, you will feel good, but you will be too perverted.

Young Master, I am a precautionary measure. No matter whether Yingrui is such a person or not, they limit things to the scope of transactions. This will not only help him and make good friends, but will not make him feel like he is given alms or looked down upon, and the best of both worlds."

Jiaqiao was stunned when she heard this, and after a while, she asked in a daze: "Is it so troublesome to do good deeds?"

"Doing good deeds is always more troublesome than doing bad things. I have told the story of Shengmien fighting against Miqi, you should remember it."

Jia Qiao nodded: "But... don't you feel wronged when doing good deeds like this?"

"Why do you have to be wronged? Young Master, I do good deeds to satisfy my conscience and to give myself a sense of pleasure. What does it have to do with others?

You must also remember to protect yourself before doing good deeds in the future. We may not care about the gratitude of others, but we cannot feed the dog a kind heart.

Of course, don’t lose your kindness because of this. Do whatever you think. Be bold. No matter what happens, you will have the young master to take care of you."

Jia Qiao pursed her lips. It was obvious that she only knew that good things would be rewarded with evil and evil, and she could not accept such reality for a moment.

After a long time, she suddenly pouted, "The protagonists in the stories you told are all bitches!"

The hero was stunned and laughed out loud.

Soon, Su Yanyan came out of the palace gate and asked the maid behind him to go to her carriage, and he got into the hero's car.

"Where is my mother?"

"My aunt stayed in the palace tonight and said that you have grown up and will not send you tomorrow. She will wait for you to return triumphantly in the palace."

Is this my mom encouragement to me?

The hero smiled and asked again: "What did my father say?"

"Here, my uncle asked me to give you this."

Su Yanyan threw a note to the hero, and then snatched a piece of snack that Jia Qiao was holding.

Jia Qiao immediately glared at her, but she shook her head and looked like "Come and beat me."

"Are you sick? Why do you always bully your children if you have nothing to do?" The hero frowned.

"Child?" Su Yanyan almost choked, pointing up and down at Jiaqiao's chest and buttocks with jealousy, "Who can have such a good body for a child?"

Jiaqiao didn't care about glaring at her eyes, and looked at her young master with a grievance. Obviously, she was treated as a child by the young master, which made her very hurt.

"I'll be redundant to you."

The hero shook his head speechlessly, picked up the note and looked at it, and was stunned.

There are only four words on the note: Be beaten, don’t be timid.

This means that if I am beaten by Baihu, I will be punished by others and I will be able to give me a consolation prize?

Dear Dad! This is how you passed the test of your relationship back then.

By the way, aren't you afraid that your only son will be beaten to death, or even worse, hemiplegia?

"Go home! Sleep!"

After waiting for this reminder for a long time, the hero cried and lay down depressedly.

Damn it, life is not here!

Turning around the sky, the sun is bright and the autumn is clear. The hero has eaten and drunk enough, and took Su Yanyan and his family to board the carriage. As soon as he left the gate of Bilianyuan, he saw a person standing outside the door.

The man was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a little childish look on his face. He was wearing a blue-gray dress that turned white due to washing too many times. He carried a small bag on his right shoulder and a straight knife in his left hand.

He is thin and thin, with a strong body, but there is no humility or cowardice in his eyes.

"Yingrui pays homage to the young palace master!" As soon as he saw the carriage, he immediately bowed and bowed.

"What are you here to do?" the hero asked in surprise.

"My life has been sold to Your Highness, and I am here for Your Highness to send you." Yingrui, with an expressionless poker face, was rightfully vented.

Too proud? Or to be stolen?

The hero smiled: "Have Lingtang's funeral completed?"

"My mother was buried yesterday, thank you for asking."

The hero shook his head: "I bought your life, not your body. Go back. When I need it, I will send someone to find you."

Yingrui remained motionless, "Your Highness has countless masters and loyal servants around you. It's really not my turn when you need someone to work hard."

So, in order to pay off your debts earlier, you have to rely on me?

I only talk halfway through, who do you think you are cool? I really should send you to my second sister. It will definitely be fun to stay with my second child and poker face.

"It's up to you. There are female relatives in the car, but there is no place for you. If you can keep up, follow me!"

The hero closed the car window and signaled Uncle Fu to continue moving forward.

It would be fine if I was forced to go to Matsunu Mountain. I didn't send it to my mother, but my two sisters were gone. He felt like he was being stocked and was depressed. How could he be in the mood to argue with a stupid boy with a stubborn mind?
Chapter completed!