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Novels by Wang Yuan, the black sheep of ancient times.
The black sheep in Wang Yuan's novels is called "the black sheep of poor families in ancient times".

He Li is the hero and heroine in the travel novel "The Black sheep of the Old Poor Family" by the online writer "The North Seeker". The author's writing is exquisite and the plot is meticulous, which is a novel worthy of recommendation. The novel mainly tells: Wang Yuan accidentally crossed the ancient cold door and dressed up as a black sheep that everyone didn't like.

The original owner not only ruined his family, but also beat and scolded his wife Li, which was simply worse than an animal. Wang Yuan, who survived, not only failed to converge, but continued to lose his family, more and more. But strangely enough, the originally poor Wang family became richer and richer because of his defeat. He became the richest man in the world, and even the whole world was almost the black sheep of his family.

Trial reading of chapters:

"It tastes terrible!" Chewing beans and wheat rice, Wang Yuan put down the pottery bowl and wanted to eat bran. Now whoever tells him to cross again, he has two big mouths when he goes up. Great dynasties, similar to ancient China. It used to be a small landlord family. When parents were still there, millet porridge was used in the morning, millet dry rice was used at noon, and miscellaneous grains pancakes were used at night. After studying in the county, you can only eat meat and eggs once every ten days.

Ordinary people, two meals a day of millet porridge, bean and wheat rice; Meat, I can't even think about it at ordinary times; If there is a balance in the new year, it can be a little dirty. White flour and rice are enjoyed by landlords, gentry and officials. Thinking of chickens, fish, meat and eggs thrown on the ground, Wang Yuan really wanted to slap himself. A timid voice sounded: "Husband, I'm sorry, there is no millet at home, so let a just-sick scholar eat bean and wheat rice?"

Wang Yuan's eyes lit up and a beautiful girl stood timidly in front of the main room. Seventeen or eighteen years old, tall, graceful and picturesque, 1.7 meters tall. Little red coat, green cloth skirt and flowered cloth shoes, dressed simply, with plain face facing the sky, seem to have come out of calligraphy and painting, showing a feminine temperament.