It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

Having someone to teach you will definitely help you get twice the result with half the effort and avoid taking detours. Weng Xiaoxiao had this idea long ago, but she was afraid that the other person would not have time. Now it's okay, just helping to wash clothes, don't be too simple.

"After the Spring Festival, I will quit my teaching position and concentrate on studying at home. I hope you can work hard and write a few more books so that we can earn money earlier and live a better life." Talking about money is disgraceful, but life would be difficult to sustain without talking about money. He would get through this most difficult period no matter what.

"I will hurry up, disciple. But you should also exercise more, sir. I heard that the Spring Examination will be held for several days in a row, and there will always be people who can't handle it."

Concern always warms the heart. Lu Yaowen smiled faintly, "I see. Thank you."

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The wind started to blow in the middle of the night, and the sharp north wind made the windows rattle.

Weng Xiaoxiao had never seen such a scene before. At first she thought someone was knocking on the window and was startled.

Fortunately, there were no holes in the window paper. If the wind blew in, people would not be able to sleep. But even so, both mother and daughter were woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.

Weng Xiaoxiao had already covered the two of them with all the quilts, but they were still too cold to sleep. Mrs. Weng herself was not warm, but she still held Weng Xiaoxiao in her arms, trying to give her some warmth. The mother and daughter hugged each other for warmth, but it only made them feel a little better.

After dawn, Weng Xiaoxiao got up shivering and covered Weng with all the quilts and clothes. He counted the money in the house and found that there were still six taels of silver and seven hundred coins in loose money.

The four people outside were practicing martial arts without fail. Scholar Lu did not come out, but the sound of reading could be heard in the east wing.

While having breakfast, Weng Xiaoxiao entrusted the task of sewing quilts and cotton-padded clothes to Aunt Chen. She didn't know how much wages to pay her, so she asked.

Thinking that she wouldn't earn much less if she didn't go, Aunt Chen decided not to charge any money and just help the mother and son.

The Chen family was very righteous, so Weng Xiaoxiao didn't want to ask for help for nothing. "I've watched quite a bit of your performances, and I have some suggestions. Should I share them?"

They all knew that Weng Xiaoxiao was smart and had started studying with Mr. Lu not long after arriving. They would naturally be more than happy if she could give them some advice on how to earn more money.

"Weng Xiao, just say it boldly. We all want to have a better life."

"Any performance must be innovative. I wonder if Sister Xiao Cui can perform sword dance? Can Uncle Chen and Brother Chen perform Qigong, split bricks with bare hands, break rocks with their chests, etc.?"

Chen Cheng was not happy to hear this, "Weng Xiao, although we are not a martial arts family, we also practiced martial arts seriously. How can we compare with ordinary wrestlers who perform for money?"

Is this an insult to their kung fu?

Weng Xiaoxiao was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, anyway, I haven't seen any brick-splitting performances on the overpass these days. As long as it is new enough, people will watch it. Isn't the beauty of martial arts in strength? This is not cheap. Have you ever thought about doing something else with your kung fu?"

When Aunt Chen heard this, she blinked hard at Weng Xiaoxiao.

Weng Xiaoxiao realized belatedly that she had said the wrong thing. Chen Cheng probably didn't want to perform on the streets anymore because his family was keeping him from doing so. She coughed awkwardly, "Sister Xiao Cui is a girl. You can add some dancing beauty to your swordsmanship and change into a flowing training suit. The effect will definitely be good."

Weng Xiaoxiao turned to the weapons rack and asked, "Can you guys fight in a different setting? Add some plum blossom piles or other obstacles?"

These words made the four of them fall into deep thought.

"I think we can give it a try. If we don't change, there will really be no customers." Uncle Chen made a final decision, "His mother, you should stay at home today to get Weng Xiao's quilt and cotton clothes out. Weng's sister-in-law is sick and can't stand the cold."

Aunt Chen was also happy, "Okay, the mason next to the alley should have red bricks, do you want to try it?"

Uncle Chen nodded, packed his things and left with his children.

She definitely couldn't let others pay for the fabric and cotton, so Weng Xiaoxiao asked about the approximate cost and gave the money to Aunt Chen. She also went out with her backpack on her back.

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The cold wind was blowing and there were very few people on the streets.

Weng Xiaoxiao went to the vegetable market first. No matter how cold it was, she still had to buy vegetables and eat. There were more people here than at the overpass. She tasted the food while she was eating, and by noon she had sold nearly half of it.

"Brother, please be kind and give me a piece of cake."

Weng Xiaoxiao had just taken two bites when a little girl in ragged clothes stood in front of her.

No matter how hard the biscuits were, she would at least not go hungry. But the little girl in front of her was only seven or eight years old, so thin that her skin was just skin and bones, she was still wearing only a single layer of clothes, and was shivering from the cold.

What a sin! Looking at the little girl, Weng Xiaoxiao couldn't eat anymore. She broke off the piece she had just bitten and gave the remaining half to her.

"Thank you, thank you, brother. You are such a good man. You will be rewarded." The little girl took it, bent over and thanked him repeatedly.

"Eat quickly."

The little girl grinned and said, "My brother is sick. This is for him." Then she carefully put the cake into her arms.

He took out a few coins and put them in the girl's hand, then got up and left. He really couldn't bear to watch it, but he was powerless to do anything. He decided not to watch it, as there were too many pitiful people.

Kang Bao held the money tightly and bowed to Weng Xiaoxiao's back. This was the life-saving money for them and their siblings.

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There were fewer people at noon, and Weng Xiaoxiao had no business, so she went to the grocery store to buy a hot water bottle for Weng. Now it was not necessary to burn charcoal in the house, but Weng had no energy and had to rely on external heat sources to keep warm.

After shopping, I wandered around and asked about the price of charcoal. After comparing, I ordered 100 kilograms of medium-quality charcoal from a charcoal farmer, and it will be delivered to my home tomorrow. I thought that the colder it gets, the more expensive it will be, so I should buy it early.

No matter what, to live a good life, making money is the key.

With the guidance of the teacher and the constant writing, Weng Xiaoxiao's handwriting and writing speed have made a qualitative leap. In order to make a living, the master and apprentice wrote three more books despite hunger and cold.

After enduring a light snowfall, Weng Xiaoxiao finally got to collect her commission.

After breakfast, Weng Xiaoxiao trotted all the way to Wangyuezhai.

Standing under the plaque of Wangyue Zhai, Weng Xiaoxiao stopped for a moment, her heart pounding. She felt nervous, excited, and a little worried. She wanted to know, yet was afraid to know, the performance of her first book.

Although it is not original, it has been re-created by her and Mr. Lu. Moreover, they are counting on this income to improve their lives.

When she no longer worries about money, she will have time to do what she wants to do. For example, she can do something for her scumbag father, or learn Qinggong from a master.