Meton was an ambitious young man from the 20th century. Although he came from a poor family, he was born in the lower middle class. He was also known as a poor loser.
However, this did not stop Meton from pursuing a better life. He decided to start from scratch and work hard to earn five million yuan.
Today was the day that would determine his success or failure. Meton stayed in front of a bank for a long time. He had been to this place several times. The surroundings were safe and there were very few people.
Meton lowered the brim of his hat and touched the things in his pocket. He made up his mind and walked into a shop next to the bank.
"Boss! Give me a two-colored ball. "
Meton took out two one-yuan coins and lined them up in front of the shop owner.
"The lottery will be held tonight. Good luck."
The shop owner skillfully printed a lottery ticket and handed it to Meton with a smile.
Night fell. In the blink of an eye, it was already 9: 20.
Meton refreshed his phone again and again, waiting for the results of the lottery. Five million yuan was at stake here.
Every lottery draw was the most painful moment for Morton. He had to watch helplessly as he lost five million dollars. No, it was five million and two dollars.
However, for the sake of his dreams, he had to bear this pain.
"Ding!"
A pop-up window of the lottery app appeared. The notification of winning the lottery was released.
"No!"
In an instant, a sorrowful cry came from the rental house.
"My five million and two yuan!"
At the same time, streams of resentment shot up into the sky from the Divine Great Land. There were tens of millions of streams of resentment. These streams of resentment were attracted by some mysterious force and didn't disperse. They gathered into a mysterious pattern in the sky. The pattern flashed a few times and then disappeared.
…
Meton only felt a splitting headache. He wanted to open his eyes, but he could not.
In the darkness, scenes of light flashed through his mind. It was like a dream, but it was also very realistic.
In this dream, he became a man of the Tang dynasty. His father was Mo Lie, the younger brother of Mo Jiazi and the commander of Li Shimin's Divine Craftsmen Battalion. In the process of Li Shimin's unification of the world, Mo Lie was always at the front line, allowing Li Shimin to seize the initiative in battles and make great contributions.
Unfortunately, Mo Lie's fortune was shallow. After the Tang dynasty unified the world, he was unable to enjoy the splendor and wealth. The years of war had left him with too many hidden injuries. Unfortunately, he died young, leaving an empty title of County Marquis to Meton, who shared the same name as him.
"That's not right." Meton suddenly realized.
How could this feeling be so clear? It was as if he had experienced it himself.
Meton suddenly sat up and pulled down the sheet covering his head. The scene in front of him made him stunned.
The rented house he used to live in was gone. Instead, it was replaced by a classical room with a wooden door, a wooden bed, wooden windows, and a wooden room.
In other words, the style of this room was very, well, very ancient!
Meton's IQ was a bit low. Everything in front of him was strange yet familiar. Scenes of memories flashed before his eyes. The scene in the dream appeared clearly in his memory, as if two souls were constantly overlapping in front of his eyes and finally merged into one.
"Did I really travel to the Tang dynasty?" Meton had an extravagant thought that kept rising in his mind.
How could this be possible? Meton trembled with excitement. He could not believe it. He had lost five million and two yuan, but he had won the biggest prize in the universe, time travel.
He had traveled to the Tang dynasty and became a declining aristocrat in the Zhenguan period.
Looking at the face in the bronze mirror that was very similar to his, Meton still felt like he was dreaming.
After a long time, Meton finally calmed down. Since he was here, he might as well take things as they came. Moreover, he had arrived in the Tang dynasty, one of the greatest eras of the entire Chinese nation. It did not seem to be a bad thing.
As if to confirm Meton's guess, the door creaked and a fifteen-year-old girl in purple pushed the door and entered. In Meton's memory, she was Meton's personal maid. She liked to wear purple clothes, so she was named Zi Yi.
Zi Yi had grown up with Meton since he was young. Usually, she took care of Meton very carefully. Unfortunately, Meton had paid attention to the beauties in Chang 'an and did not pay attention to Zi Yi.
According to Meton's current thinking, Zi Yi was at least eighty points, and this was under the premise that she had not grown up yet. In a few years, she would be a role that could bring disaster to the country and the people.
Now that he had a noble title and a beautiful maid to serve him, Morton's blissful life seemed to have begun from here.
However, Meton's dream was ruthlessly broken by Zi Yi before it lasted for a few seconds.
"Young master, it's not good. Second Uncle Li has already arrived at the gate of Mo Mansion. You should hide quickly, or you will be beaten again!" Zi Yi said in a panic.
"Beaten?" Meton's face was full of black lines. At the same time, the horrible memory of Second Uncle Li in his body came to his mind like a tide.
"Once, twice, … many times."
Forget it, he could not count it.
"Don't talk nonsense. Second Uncle Li loves me so much. How could he be willing to beat me?" Meton said with a hollow smile, but his body honestly shivered.
"Young master, you forget that this year, a large part of our Mo Family's Village was hit by a disaster and the grain production was reduced by half. Everyone was waiting for you to go to Chang 'an to receive the tribute of the Lord. But you squandered all the money? I think Second Uncle Li already knows about this. "Zi Yi said with a face full of worry.
"Uh!"
Only then did Morton recall the whole story from his messy memories. Morton's father had passed away early, and didn't leave him with much family property.
In addition, some soldiers who followed Mo Lie came to settle down in the Mo Family's Village after they retired. As a result, the population of the Mo Family's Village increased sharply.
And they were the brothers of Mo Jiazi. They were born to be enemies with the Confucian School. The official in charge of awarding the nobility secretly played tricks and directly made the 1,000 households into Mo Lie's fief. As a result, Mo Lie's title was not the highest, but he was the only one among all the ministers who actually had a fief of 1,000 households.
Although it was a good thing to have more people, the land that was rewarded was all wasteland. In this era, the grain production was low. The Mo Family's Village was close to the Chiton Valley and the terrain was low. It was a typical saline-alkali land, so the grain production was very low. In addition, this year was a disaster year, which made the grain production even worse. The grain production was greatly reduced and could not support more than 1,000 households.
The Mo Family's Village relied on the salary that Meton received from Chang 'an to exchange for grain. However, Meton, who cared about his reputation, squandered all the salary he received and went home drunk after meeting a group of bad friends in Chang' an.
"Meton, you prodigal son, come out!" There was an angry shout from outside the room. Hearing this familiar voice, Meton's heart trembled. It was his father's assistant, Li Yi.
Because after Mo Lie died, the whole Mo Family's Village was managed by Li Yi, including Meton.
Since Mo Lie's death, Li Yi had been very strict with him. Usually, Meton was most afraid of him.
"Brother Li, calm down. The young master is still young. There is no need to be so angry." Uncle Fu's voice came.
Uncle Fu had been in the Divine Craftsmen Camp for a long time, but he retired because of injury. Later, he became the steward of the Mo Family and was very loyal to the Mo Family.
"Brother Fu, don't stop me. Today I must teach this brat a lesson. He dared to play with the lives of all the villagers and squandered all the salary he received."
"Young master, what should we do? If Second Master Li knows it, he will definitely punish you. You'd better go and hide! "Zi Yi said anxiously.
According to the past experience, Meton would definitely run as far as possible and come back when Li Yi's anger subsided.
However, Meton was not the weak boy he used to be. This time, he did not escape. Instead, he straightened his clothes, opened the door and went out directly.
"Young master!" Zi Yi exclaimed and followed him out worriedly.
Outside the door, a thin, middle-aged man with bleached clothes was rushing inside. Uncle Fu tried to persuade and stop him. When they saw Moton walk out of the room, the two of them were stunned.
"Uncle Fu, Second Uncle!"
Meton took a breath of cold air and exhaled white smoke, greeting them as usual.
Only when Modun bowed did the two of them separate.
"Young master!" Uncle Fu answered.
"Brat, do you know how much trouble you have caused now?" Li Yi said angrily. He raised the commandment in his hand high, but did not strike it down.
Because he found that Meton seemed to be a little different. Meton used to be afraid of him, but now Meton was very calm, without the panic and cowardice he used to have.
"Second Uncle, you don't know yet! The price of food in Chang 'an has increased by 50%. The salary is just a drop in the bucket. It can't feed thousands of people in the Mo's Village. "Meton said.
"But you can't squander it. At least some of the food can increase the hope." Li Yi said angrily.
Uncle Fu opened his mouth and looked at Li Yi and Meton. At last, he sighed bitterly.
Mo Lie's title was County Marquis, which was not high or low. It was not conspicuous in Chang 'an. When it was passed to Meton, it was demoted to County Earl. His salary was reduced by one level.
In addition, the Mo's Village had a large population. Originally, there were thousands of households in the village, but after several years of living and recuperating, the population had increased a lot. Therefore, the food produced was not enough to be distributed. Moreover, the salary originally belonged to Meton. Now that Meton had spent the money, what right did he have to blame him?
For a moment, Li Yi was silent, and his heart was full of bitterness. Thinking that thousands of people in the village were short of food and clothing, and now it was already October. How could they survive the winter? Li Yi was in great pain. But then a voice made him raise his head in surprise.
"Since it was my fault, I will make up for it. I promise that no villagers will starve or freeze to death this winter." Meton said seriously.
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