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"Can your mother eat? With your small body, you probably eat even less than Xiao Cui, even if you are alone. I will take five cents from Mr. Lu and five cents from you."

This is more cost-effective than doing it yourself. In the city, you have to buy everything from food to oil and salt.

Weng Xiaoxiao smiled and thanked him, then immediately went back to the house to get the money, "Aunt Chen, this is fifty-five cents, I'll give you ten days' worth of food. Last night's meal is also considered a meal, so you can take a bite out of it."

Aunt Chen smiled with satisfaction and took it. "It's fate that we live together. It's not like we're at a disadvantage or taking advantage of others."

"It's a great blessing to meet friendly neighbors when you first arrive. Let me help you light the fire."

"No, no, we two are busy, so go and look after your mother. I'll call you when the meal is ready." Aunt Chen likes this "boy" who smiles whenever he sees her.

Since they would be living together for a long time in the future, Weng Xiaoxiao stopped being polite and went back to the room to help Weng dress and wash.

Breakfast consisted of porridge, steamed buns and pickles. Weng Xiaoxiao had already gotten used to the food here and had no complaints.

......

Mr. Huang came as promised.

No matter how reluctant Mrs. Weng was to spend money, what her daughter said was right. She couldn't leave her daughter alone to suffer in this world. As long as her mother was around, she would be loved. It was always good to spend more time with her children.

Uncle Huang was very familiar with the area and took them to a clinic with excellent medical skills and a good reputation. The patient was actually a young girl.

Weng Xiaoxiao inquired carefully and found out that the female doctor's surname was Wang, and she should be a supporting character in the book. However, none of this had anything to do with her, as long as her medical skills were good and she could save lives.

She didn't want to get into the main storyline of the book. She had no interest in the struggles among kings, princes and generals, nor did she have the ability to participate.

After checking her pulse, Doctor Wang said to Mrs. Weng kindly, "Sister-in-law, you are just too weak. It's nothing serious. Relax and worry less."

After the medicine boy helped Weng leave, the female doctor frowned and said, "You came too late. If you had come half a year earlier, you could still have saved her."

Weng Xiaoxiao knew in her heart that this was hopeless, and it was not easy to explain anything. She smiled bitterly and said, "Please prescribe a prescription. At least my mother can feel better."

Seeing that the patient was alone with this young boy, the female doctor said slowly, "No need to use medicine. Winter is hard to endure. If you have money, eat something good. Buy more charcoal so you don't get cold."

He is truly a compassionate doctor. Weng Xiaoxiao respects such people very much and quickly stood up to bow and thank them.

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Breakfast was taken care of, but lunch and dinner still had to be prepared by themselves, and they had to make some easy-to-digest and nutritious food for Mrs. Weng. Weng Xiaoxiao asked Uncle Huang to take them to buy some rice, flour and firewood, and there happened to be a car to take them back.

When Mrs. Weng heard that she was just too weak and did not have a terminal illness, she felt hopeful and her spirits improved a lot.

Everything is going well, and Weng Xiaoxiao has to think about making money.

In fact, she had already thought of a way to make money. She had not read so many novels in vain. Some of them provided material for writing storybooks. This business was the most familiar to her and it made money the fastest.

However, there are two difficulties now. Not only is her handwriting ugly, but she also cannot write traditional Chinese characters. The other problem is the printing and sales.

This is a civilian area, with few readers and few bookstores. Weng Xiaoxiao naturally had to familiarize herself with the situation first. These stores were not big, and they naturally had miscellaneous books, but after asking, she found that they did not have the ability to accept manuscripts for printing. In the end, Weng Xiaoxiao only bought a set of the cheapest writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone and a copy of Thousand Character Classic.

I practiced calligraphy too slowly and didn't know the method. I didn't know some characters, so I had to ask someone for help. With the water tower nearby, Weng Xiaoxiao set her eyes on the scholar named Lu in the east wing.

......

Lu Shusheng taught in a private school during the day, and when he came back, he would study hard in his room and rarely communicate with others. I learned all this from Xiao Cui during breakfast.

People who live in such a slum are certainly not rich.

Seeing Lu Shusheng coming back, Weng Xiaoxiao took the Thousand Character Classic and shamelessly knocked on the door of the east wing.

"Is there something?" Lu Yaowen asked with a frown. He lived here for a quiet life and didn't want to be disturbed.

People's time is precious, so Weng Xiaoxiao directly stated her purpose, "Teaching will delay my study and exams. I wonder if you are willing to earn more money in the shortest time possible?"

Lu Yaowen looked at Weng Xiaoxiao. A boy in his teens, he started talking about making more money. Was he kidding? But it didn't hurt to listen. "Tell me about it."

"I have a lot of stories in my mind and I want to write them into a storybook, but my handwriting is poor and there are many things I can't write. How about we work together? We'll split the income in half."

Lu Yaowen frowned, very unhappy, "I am a scholar, no matter how poor I am, I still have the character of a scholar. How can I write obscene songs just to make a little money? Please get out."

Seeing that the other party had misunderstood, Weng Xiaoxiao quickly explained, "Mr. Lu, I'm talking about writing stories, not some messy stuff that is sold specifically to the young ladies of wealthy families to entertain themselves."

After hearing this, Lu Yaowen's expression became better. "Tell me one. I want to hear it."

When it comes to stories, Weng Xiaoxiao can tell them with ease. After thinking for a while, she narrates the love-hate relationship between the scholar Ning Caichen and the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian in a vivid and moving voice.

We are all scholars! It is easy to empathize!

The story is not long, so Weng Xiaoxiao tried to shorten it as much as possible and only told the essential parts.

After listening to it, Lu Yaowen's brows relaxed a lot, "Thanks to you for thinking, the story is not bad."

He turned back to his desk, ground the ink, and started writing.

Weng Xiaoxiao didn't expect that Mr. Lu was so impatient that he would start writing right away. She kindly reminded him, "Mr. Lu, I suggest you change your pen style. If someone finds out about it, it will be bad for your reputation. Don't worry that I'll take all the money. I have a lot of stories to tell you. We should cooperate with each other in good faith."

Lu Yaowen then looked at Weng Xiaoxiao seriously. No wonder she was good at telling stories. She was very thoughtful. "I have more ways than you. The one I should be afraid of is you!"

"Haha, it's even better if you have a way. I'll just sit and wait to collect the money!" Weng Xiaoxiao was not threatened, but smiled in a rogue manner.

Lu Yaowen raised the corners of his lips slightly, picked up the pen and started writing, brush brush brush...

Weng Xiaoxiao leaned over to see what was going on. Even if the person deliberately wrote it poorly, the handwriting was still very good. "Sir, excuse me for interrupting you."

Lu Yaowen raised his head and looked inquiringly.

"We are writing for the ladies. You can't write an exam essay. It's boring and tedious. They won't understand it and won't be able to read it. Let me write it. It must be full of twists and turns and heart-wrenching. People can't stop reading it!"

"If you have this ability, why do you still want to cooperate with me?" Lu Yaowen asked back unhappily.

Weng Xiaoxiao spread her hands indifferently, "My handwriting is too ugly, and there are many words I can't write."

"Write two words for me." Lu Yaowen handed over the pen.

He imitated Lu Yaowen's pen-holding posture and wrote the two words "Weng Xiao".

"What is this word you wrote?"

Were the two words completely wrong? Weng Xiaoxiao read it out awkwardly.

Lu Yaowen was stunned on the spot.