Yang Zhengshan returned to the room, sat on the edge of the kang bed, and scratched his head.
He truly wasn't used to having a house full of children and grandchildren.
Especially when his eldest grandson called him Grandpa—it made his whole body go numb.
Sigh~~
Yang Zhengshan let out a long sigh. Right now, it seemed he had no other choice. Even if he wasn't used to it, he could only slowly get used to it.
Rather than sit here sighing and lamenting, he might as well think about how he was supposed to live from now on.
He opened the wooden chest beside the kang and took out a wooden case.
Inside the case were two silver hairpins, two silver bracelets, and thirteen taels of loose silver.
Then Yang Zhengshan took a clay jar from the corner of the kang. It was filled with copper coins.
Yang Zhengshan counted them. Excluding the jewelry, there were roughly fifteen taels in total.
For such a large family, having only this little saved silver truly wasn't much.
Fortunately, the family still had twenty mu of farmland, and autumn had already arrived. The autumn harvest would come soon enough.
The family would still be able to get by over the coming year.
As for afterward, that would depend on Heaven.
Whether farming households could eat their fill depended entirely on Heaven. If the winds and rains came in their season, they could at least have a full meal. If disaster struck, going hungry would be unavoidable.
Having accepted reality, Yang Zhengshan now had to consider how he would live in the future.
According to the usual transmigration novel formula, shouldn't he be making glass, producing soap, building firearms, then rebelling and proclaiming himself king to dominate the land?
But after thinking it