I have the strongest merit system

Leave from Yuan's house.

Wei Yang went to Zhang Blacksmith's house, Liu Matchmaker's house, Zhou Tiaogong's house, and White Widow's house one after another.

These are the five nearby families, and those that are farther away are no longer neighbors, they can only be regarded as neighbors, so Wei Yang no longer makes superficial efforts.

Otherwise, there will be too many neighbors, how many gifts should I give?

Now, I am playing the role of a down and out scholar who used to live in a small border town and plans to study poetry and books hard so as to gain fame.

However, the attitude of the other four families is completely different from that of the Yuan family.

Although very enthusiastic.

But they all looked at the face of the gift, and obviously felt the fake elements.

On the contrary, Matchmaker Liu, looking at Wei Yangsheng's logo, has a good figure and is a scholar. She pulled Wei Yang and chatted about her life and family situation, and wanted to tell him about her marriage.

Wei Yang fooled around a few words, and refused on the grounds that he needed to study quietly and prepare for the exam.

Although the attitudes of each family are different, these subtle differences make my heart feel a lot and fill in the missing part of Wei Yang.

When he waited, he felt that these parents were short-sighted and no longer shaken their hearts, it would be considered a small accomplishment in cultivating their hearts.

Back to the courtyard.

Wei Yang took out a recliner and put it under the jujube tree, and made himself a pot of tea, which was ordinary tea.

Just like that, lying on the chair, drinking tea, and watching the sky, a leisurely feeling came to my heart.

Ordinary pleasures.

It's also leisurely.

But always living leisurely like this doesn't seem to fit the image of a poor scholar that I created.

Studying and taking a test of fame also requires food.

Not to mention, it is common sense to start a business, otherwise, after a long time, others will just watch me read, eat, drink, and have fun, but don't do production, and the money will be available.

Even if you don't doubt anything, it is always bad to attract some unkind eyes, and it will affect your plan.

Consider for a long time.

Wei Yang had an idea.

Write letters.

This is in line with his own status and can support his family. At least, he can fool the past on the surface.

The more I think about it, the more wonderful it becomes.

Wei Yang got up quickly and began to prepare.

Starting today, I will be a scholar who writes letters on behalf of me. In the future, I can also do some jobs in other places, such as fortune-telling, teaching, and accounting. These are all good jobs to experience the smoke and fire in the world.

The next day.

Early in the morning.

Wei Yang moved a dilapidated small table, a bundle of old letter paper, envelopes, and brushes, and came to the end of a busy street in the town.

Some surprises.

At the end of this street, there are two stalls.

An old fortune-telling Taoist priest with a mustache and a thin body is playing with a tortoise shell in boredom at the moment.

A middle-aged fat man who sells furs, exotic animal teeth, strange iron ore, and many other weird things.

He was even more lazy, and he brought a reclining chair and was dressed in a brocade robe. He looked like he was born in a wealthy family, and he didn't look like a vendor at all.

But Wei Yang's eyes are sharp, and he can see through at a glance.

This middle-aged fat man is only wearing a brocade robe, and the inside is a coarse cloth shirt, which is completely used as a pretense. It is estimated that the brocade robe may not come from the right way.

and.

Wei Yang found out in surprise.

The fortune-teller Taoist and the middle-aged fat man who looked down and out were not ordinary people.

A fortune-telling Taoist is a practitioner of Yuanshen Realm.

The middle-aged fat man doesn't practice strange methods, but he has hidden energy and blood, which contains terrifying power. It seems to be an alternative method, and his strength is even higher than that of fortune-telling Taoists.

Are these two guys pretending to be pigs and tigers here?

Or, like me, they all come to the world of mortals to refine their minds and experience the smoke and fire of the world of mortals?

See no special hints on them.

Wei Yang didn't care either.

Anyway, if you don't expose it, I don't bother to bother, everyone pretends.

Anyway, I'm even more awesome, so I'm not afraid of you pretending.

The arrival of Wei Yang attracted the attention of the old Taoist priest and the middle-aged fat man.

Both of them have sharp eyes, as if they can see through people at a glance.

After taking a closer look at Wei Yang, the eyes of both of them were a little confused, because they couldn't see through.

If you can't see through it, it is basically confirmed that Wei Yang is not an ordinary person.

It's just that the two of them can't see through, and they are also a little guilty.

Is this better hidden, or is it much stronger than us?

Look carefully at Wei Yang's face.

The old Taoist's face softened.

He is proficient in deduction, easy to count, impressive appearance, and death.

Therefore, after taking a look at Wei Yang, one can judge that Wei Yang is not very old, just a child in his twenties.

In his 20s, he is still human.

Even if you practice in the womb, how many years can you practice?

Therefore, the old Taoist directly judged that Wei Yang is a person who is proficient in concealment, or in other words, has a hidden magic weapon in his body.

That way, it doesn't matter.

Although the middle-aged fat man doesn't know how to calculate, he is also experienced, has some judgment, and has made discoveries similar to those of the old Taoist priest.

For a while, neither of them paid attention to Wei Yang, wanting to see how good he is.

Wei Yang didn't bother to talk to them. After setting up the table, he took out a piece of cloth with four words written on it.

Then, Wei Yang sat down, took out an ancient scroll, and read it with relish.

This scene stunned the old Taoist priest and the middle-aged fat man.

What's the situation with this newcomer, facing the booths on the left and right, without saying hello?

Is it disdain, or do you not understand the world?

Since Wei Yang didn't say hello.

Then they are not willing to take the initiative to speak.

Although they are all similar roles now.

But it's not an ordinary person after all, it's about saving face.

No matter what we say, we are older than you. If you pretend to be aggressive in front of us, you must be a little tender.

For a while, the atmosphere was very quiet.

Time also passed quietly.

There is no business for the old Taoist.

Two of the middle-aged fat man stayed for a while, but they both shook their heads and left without paying attention.

On Wei Yang's side, even fewer people took a look.

To write a letter, there must be a person who receives the letter.

For remote towns, the local people face the loess all their lives and their backs to the sky. The range of activities does not exceed [-] kilometers. Relatives are all nearby. If they are not there, they are really gone. Who do they write to?

So, business was bleak.

From morning to noon, Wei Yang didn't notice it anymore, and took out a piece of cloth, which wrapped two steamed buns, which were cold.

Wei Yang didn't mind either, so he just ate it.

Seeing this scene in the eyes of the fortune-teller Taoist and the middle-aged fat man, their eyes widened and their faces were stupefied.

Although everyone is pretending.

But you're pretending to be too devoted, aren't you?

What's the matter with the meal, shouldn't you just settle down and just eat steamed buns?This is too much to treat yourself, right?

Good guy.

No one is convinced, but you.

Soon, Wei Yang finished eating the steamed buns.

I went to a restaurant not far away, begged for a bowl of water, and then came back, and continued to sit behind the table and read a book, waiting for business to come.

So quiet, so leisurely.

Wei Yang seems to have no business, but in fact, during this silent waiting, he has already begun to integrate into this town, and his mind is changing silently. This is his practice.

in the afternoon.

A business came to the fortune-telling booth. It was a noble lady who couldn't hide her sadness. She chatted with the fortune-telling Taoist for a long time, and then left satisfied, leaving behind a few taels of silver.

The fortune teller glanced at the middle-aged fat man triumphantly.

The middle-aged fat man rolled his eyes.

He looked at Wei Yang again and was stunned.

Because in front of Wei Yang's booth, two beautiful girls in long skirts came, chatting about something.

With a smile on his face, Wei Yang picked up a pen to record for them.

Good boy, business really came.

Heh, she's just a bit more handsome, not as handsome as me, and not as handsome as the reader. These two little girls have blinded their eyes for nothing, so they can't see the real beauty.