A village chief who does not want to be a village chief is not a good villager

When Jian Ping went to night school, he studied financial management and international trade.After all, these two types were very popular at the time, and it was easier to find a job.

But in ancient times, these two kinds have no effect at all.

And Jian Ping didn't want to be a merchant in ancient times.

Let alone scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen have the lowest social status.Let’s talk about how the most famous and richest man in history, Shen Wansan, died in the end, and Jian Ping lost the confidence to be a merchant in ancient times.

Successful merchants are cash machines for others, while unsuccessful merchants have low social status.

As a person who thinks he is selfish and wants to put all the money in other people's pockets into his own pocket, how can Jian Ping like to give others what is in his pocket?

That would make Jian Ping more uncomfortable than letting Jian Ping cut his own flesh.

You can earn less, or even not earn, but you must not only earn for others.

This can be regarded as one of Jian Ping's goals in life.

Fortunately, because of the golden finger obtained from an excavated ancient tomb, Jian Ping was obsessed with ancient literature for a while.

Jian Ping's way of obsessing is copying books.When I was in the orphanage, in order to save some textbook fees, many textbooks in the hospital had to be copied.

But the dean was an old pedant back then, and he still liked to teach children to write calligraphy in his spare time.

Before the age of 15, Jian Ping wrote brush calligraphy to complete a task, but after that, he wrote brush calligraphy to survive.

Before he got the golden finger and didn't have time to make a fortune, Jian Ping relied on his calligraphy to copy books for the Ancient Literature Museum in exchange for money.

Who would have thought that the method used to make money at the beginning would bring hope to himself now.

Who would have thought that the things that cost so much money and energy to learn at the beginning have become the most useless things now.

Suddenly I thought of a sentence - life is not only about living in front of you, but also about poetry and the distance.

Jian Ping, who has been struggling for 21 years in the 25st century, really went to a distant place and began to pay attention to "poetry".

But these are the things to think about when thinking about it now. Jian Ping's main goal now is to fill his stomach first.

After soaking the spicy bamboo shoots overnight, Jian Ping took them out early the next morning and put them into the bamboo tubes made the day before.

There are not many things in the back mountain, but there are many bamboos.Cut a piece of bamboo, and then cut it into half-meter-long sections. Of course, be careful to bypass the joints.

Then one end was opened, and Jian Ping made five, and then all the bamboo shoots were installed.After packing it up and carrying it in a backpack, it was Jian Ping's entire luggage.

He carried five hundred Wen coins with him in case he wanted to buy something in town.

Jian Ping got up very early the next day and went out before Jian's family went to the ground.When I went out, it was still a little dark, and it was only a little past five o'clock in the morning.

The bamboo tubes are plugged with stoppers, so there is no fear of things falling out.On days when it is not time to go to the market, the ox cart of the head of Jianjia Village does not go to the town, so it is a bit unrealistic to spend money on a car.

If it is not busy farming season, the eldest son of the village chief will drive the ox cart back and forth to the town.

When Jian Ping left the village, there were not many people walking around in the village, so after leaving the village, Jian Ping started to trot all the way.

An hour's walk can be cut in half by a trot.Besides, it was just a half-hour morning jog.

So when Jian Ping arrived in the town, only half an hour had passed.

The town where Jian Ping came from was actually a village called Taohua Village, but later Li grew up in this village, so the village gradually developed into a town.

After all, each village has one village head, but each village has only one village head.And for many things, if the village chief can't solve them, he has to go to the village chief.

So in this way, the popularity of Peach Blossom Village gradually became much higher.After the popularity is good, everyone likes to come here to catch the market.

Slowly, the economy will develop.

You only need to pay money when you enter the city, so Jian Ping came to the town without any pressure.

Jian Ping came very early, but there are still many people who were earlier than Jian Ping.Main Street, the so-called Commercial Street, is now bustling.

There are still a few people who set up stalls in the shops that are open.The shouts of buying and selling, as well as the voices of voices everywhere, seemed extremely lively.

Jian Ping was not in a hurry to make money, and first walked around the town to familiarize himself with the situation.

After all, Taohua Town is a large town with a population of [-] households, but even so, there is only one small bookstore in the town.

But talk is better than nothing.

Jian Ping went in and looked at the books in the bookstore. They were basically the Four Books and Five Classics, and occasionally there were basic travel notes, and then they disappeared.

"Excuse me, do you need to copy books here?"

Jian Ping entered the bookstore, and there was only one person in the store who looked to be in his forties.Wearing a scholar's uniform and a scholar's hat.

Holding a beard like the old version of Gongsun Ce, he was flipping through a book.

Jian Ping stopped one meter in front of the man who seemed to be the old version, and looked at him calmly.

Wu Yong looked up at Jian Ping, first glanced at the basket on Jian Ping's back, and then at the coarse cloth clothes on Jian Ping's body.

Before coming out today, Jian Ping specifically found the suit he wore during the Chinese New Year, so it was rare that there were no patches on his body.

Wu Yong took another look at Jian Ping's hands, and just by looking at the thick joints, he knew that they were the hands of a farmer.

"Yes, but I need to look at your font first." Wu Yong finished observing quickly, and then smiled gently.

Even in the face of a farmer, he didn't look aloof.Although everyone in this day and age believes that 'only reading is good', Wu Yong is just the owner of a small bookstore after all.

So far, he doesn't even have the identity of a child.

What's more, Wu Yong firmly believed in his vision.Although this guy seems to be eating from the ground, but now that he can stand in front of him so confidently, it has given Wu Yong the qualification to face him squarely.

Jian Ping nodded, and put the back basket aside. "Of course."

Wu Yong moved the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the counter, and Jian Ping was not polite. He glanced at the Three Character Classic next to him, drew a few strokes in mid-air, and then directly picked up the pen and started writing.

In any case, Jian Ping has practiced brush calligraphy for more than ten years, and at the beginning he copied books for others to make money, so of course there are certain requirements for fonts.

Block letters, an upright font.

When Jian Ping copied Buddhist scriptures for others, when he copied them on platinum paper, he could even write them like printed script.

Although there is no real pen, ink, paper and inkstone to use these days, Jian Ping has spent a lot of time gesturing on the ground with a wooden stick, so there is no difficulty in writing.

Jian Ping only wrote one sentence - human beings are inherently kind, and then put down the pen.

If it is for everyone to read, it is easy to see the craftsmanship between the lines of Jian Ping, but Wu Yong does not have such good eyesight, so what he sees are the same size fonts neatly.

Wu Yong smiled and nodded, stroking his beard very satisfied. "Okay, your font is fine. What type of book do you want to copy?"

Even though Wu Yong was satisfied, Jian Ping's expression remained unchanged.There are two types of books in the bookstore, and naturally there are also two types of prices.

However, Jian Ping had only one choice from the beginning. "Copy the Four Books and Five Classics."

Hearing this, Wu Yong's expression became more satisfied. "It's like the Three Character Classic, fifteen pages, three hundred characters. The store will provide you with seventeen blank sheets of paper."

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are naturally brought with you.

Jian Ping nodded, and paid a deposit of 34 Wen according to the rules the boss said, and took a Three-Character Classic and [-] sheets of paper.

The deposit for copying one copy is 150 ren, and Jian Ping only took an extra copy of paper if he wanted to copy two copies, so he only paid a deposit for an extra copy of paper.

The bookstore copies books, as long as they finish copying within a month, they can come back to trade at any time.

After leaving the bookstore, Jian Ping went directly to a grocery store not far from the bookstore.

The so-called grocery store was almost the predecessor of the later supermarket.There are many grids inside, and the grids are naturally for sale.

From vegetables to dim sum, rice noodles, oil and salt have everything.There are several large jars beside the counter, just by the smell, you can tell it is soy sauce and vinegar.

Early in the morning, the grocery store was only open.The boss stayed behind the counter and was taking inventory, and when he saw Jian Ping coming in, he raised his head and greeted him with a smile.

"Whatever you want, see for yourself first."

The owner of a small business always knows better than anyone that kindness makes money.

Jian Ping walked to the counter, carefully placed the book in his hand on it, and then put down the basket on his back.

"Boss, I'm here to ask, do you accept this kind of side dish?"

The boss looked at the book unconsciously, and when he looked at Jian Ping again, his eyes became more gentle.

Like a nerd, Jian Ping took out a bamboo tube from the basket on his own, and opened the plug.

In an instant, a spicy smell that made the saliva secrete quickly filled the air.In the originally polite expression of the boss, there is really a little more excitement.

Jian Ping took out another pair of bamboo chopsticks from the basket on his back, and he could tell at a glance that they were a new pair of bamboo chopsticks. "Boss, try it first."

Different from the fearless and fearless expression in the bookstore, now Jian Ping is more dull, and his eyes have become a bit more 'simple'.

The boss paused, then glanced at the books on the counter subconsciously, and then took the bamboo chopsticks Jian Ping handed over and put a bamboo shoot in his mouth.

Almost at the moment when the bamboo shoots entered his mouth, the boss's eyes lit up a little. "Yes, Not Bad."

The food is pretty good, and selling an extra side dish in the store can be regarded as a steady profit.Originally, according to the habits of businessmen, the boss should lower the price.

But after taking another look at the books on the counter, the boss still had that gentle smile when he looked at Jian Ping.

"Look, little brother, how about a hundred cash per catty?"

Jian Ping's eyes were a little dazed, as if he didn't understand the concept of a hundred coins per catty.

The identity of a "scholar" has become more and more realized in the mind of the boss.

Jian Ping scratched his head, then glanced at the five bamboo tubes in the frame. "Okay, then there are about five catties here."

Jian Ping directly took out all the bamboo tubes and put them on the counter, then looked at the boss.The boss weighed it with his hands, and he also felt that the two catties definitely weighed five catties.

After waiting for a while, seeing the other party's appearance, these bamboo tubes should be given away for nothing.At this point, the smile on the boss's face became even more gentle.

The boss counted out five hundred Wen from the cabinet, and handed it to Jian Ping. "Brother, if you still have goods in the future, you can come to the store, and I will take them all."

After finishing the 'deal', Jian Ping's expression seemed to be heaving a sigh of relief.After the money and goods were cleared, Jian Ping's expression also became a bit 'noble'.

It's not that I look down on people's nobility, but a kind of detached feeling that "only reading is high".

"Good boss, if there are any in the future, I will send them to you."

After finishing speaking, Jian Ping carefully picked up the books on the counter and put them in his arms, and then showed his first smile after entering the store.

After finishing speaking, Jian Ping nodded to the boss again, carefully carried the book and left the shop.

Jian Ping went to the bookstore again and bought the most common writing brush and a piece of the most common ink. Just for this, he spent a full [-] Wen.

All the money he got from the sale was given to the bookstore owner.

Really, expensive.

However, two small incidents made Jian Ping once again see how useful the identity of a "scholar" is in this era.

Without that handwriting, the bookstore owner would definitely not be willing to let himself copy the book.If the book hadn't been placed on the counter of the grocery store, the boss couldn't have bought Jian Ping's bamboo shoots so easily.

The bamboo shoots are delicious, and the boss may be willing to buy them, but the price is still negotiable, so it may not be so smooth.

And Jian Ping really doesn't like to hang out with others.

So the identity of this 'student'...