The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

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Especially all the books he has learned since elementary school. He had reviewed the memory of that dream before, and he had memories of some books from elementary school and even college, but his memory was extremely vague, and many of the more detailed things had been forgotten.

He thought about the reason and felt that 'he' seemed to be very disgusted with the memory of studying hard in the cold window, so he had been avoiding it. In addition, the Xue Tingyan in the dream lived for more than seventy years. Since he passed the Jinshi examination, he has been addicted to officialdom battles and has not cared about his own knowledge.

Years later, his memory was more about the ups and downs of officialdom, the various forces involved in the party struggle, and the speculations of the people, rather than the original essence of a scholar.

Seriously speaking, 'Xue Tingyan' is not a real scholar, he is just a politician.

But it's obvious that he doesn't need these things now. It's like a young child possessing a sword. He knows the significance of these things to his future. But today, all a young child needs is a piece of clothing, or just food and clothing.

But these memories have begun to affect his own memory. He doesn't want to forget what he has learned. What he needs to do now is to consolidate his memory and combine it with 'Xue Tingyan's' advanced understanding of many things. This is the right way.

The best way to understand everything is to copy books.

It is obvious that this yellow bamboo paper is of very poor quality, and the writing force cannot be too light or too heavy. If it is too light, the ink will be uneven, and if it is too heavy, it will smear. However, Xue Tingyan writes on it as if it is nothing, like flowing clouds and flowing water. The handwriting on it is full and round, and particularly majestic.

Zhao'er held his breath, not even daring to say a word. His eyes fell on Xue Tingyan, who was writing furiously, and suddenly he had the illusion that the little man had grown up.

Xue Tingyan quickly wrote a piece of paper, and when he was about to take it away to dry, Zhao'er quickly took it and carefully spread it out on the kang. Her eyes were attracted by those words. She couldn't tell how beautiful they were, they just felt like paintings.

During this period, Xue Tingyan wrote another one.

Just like that, Xue Tingyan wrote and hung the children to dry, and soon the kang was covered with paper.

There are only a thousand words in a three-character classic, so Xue Tingyan finished it quickly.

He put down the pen, took a deep breath, and moved his wrist a few times. He hadn't written at such a high density for a long time, which was a challenge to his wrist strength.

Actually, I can copy books to support my family. He suddenly said.

He had been thinking about this for a long time. In his dream, he only read books. He really did not listen to what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages. However, it was Zhao'er who had been working hard to support the family.

In the past, 'he' was helpless and lamented about this situation, but he was unable to do anything about it. In addition, Zhao'er was really capable and had a talent that no one else had in doing business. He was meticulous about everything and never let anything go. He was worried about money, so he stopped thinking about it.

Looking back over and over again, he realized that 'he' cared about this matter more than he thought. Now that he could earn one or two silver coins to support his family, why not give it a try.

How can a man be raised by a woman? He should be the one who provides her with shelter from wind and rain. He didn't understand at this time in the dream, but fortunately he understands now.

Copying books to make money? Zhao'er shook his head repeatedly: How can that be possible? It's hard work and hurts your eyes.

You are not exaggerating. Look, I copied a book in just a moment. He sorted all the pages into a pile and gave it to Zhao'er for binding.

You can make money by copying books and read books at the same time, so why not do it. I remember that there is a bookstore in the town that will find some poor scholars to help copy books and sell them. You go to the town tomorrow and give this book to the bookstore. The shop owner thinks that if it is feasible, he can help me pick up a job and come back to try it out first.

At this point, he paused: Well, I'll go with you. We'll go to the town together tomorrow.

Is this really possible? Zhao'er always hesitates when it comes to little men.

What's wrong?

*

Now that the matter was settled, the two of them got up early the next day and went out without even having breakfast at home.

Yuqing Village is a small village located under Huyang Town. In fact, Huyang Town is also Huyang Township, but it is named after the town. There are dozens of villages like this in Huyang Town, and Yuqing Village is considered one of the larger villages.

It takes nearly an hour to walk from Yuqing Village to the town. It would be faster if you take an ox cart or mule cart. There are cars from the village below to the town every day. The ox-cart is slow and cheap, and you can ride it for just two cents. Mule carts were expensive, costing four cents per person, but their speed was not comparable to that of ox carts.

After leaving Yuqing Village and walking forward, they reached a fork in the road and walked west for a while. Zhao'er and Xue Tingyan stopped and stood under a big tree on the side of the road waiting for the bus.

Although their clothes were simple, they were both neat and tidy, especially Zhao'er, who actually wore men's clothes.

So every time you go out, you have to walk through the vegetable field in the back just to change into these clothes?

Zhao'er nodded, feeling a little guilty. But now that she had made her decision, she was already prepared for the worst. Fortunately, Xue Tingyan only showed a hint of surprise when he saw it, but didn't show much disgust.

It's easier to wear it like this when going out. If you look at it this way, you won't recognize me as a girl.

Xue Tingyan pursed her lips and glanced at her.

The young man in front of him has a handsome appearance. From a man's point of view, he is a little thin, but there is really no sign that he has a daughter. After careful observation, he discovered that Zhao'er had thickened his eyebrows and that his chest had become flat.

It seemed that he also noticed that the little man's eyes stayed on his chest for too long. Zhao'er explained: This was too inconvenient, so I tied it with a cloth.

She said it very disapprovingly, as if she was talking about what we should eat for lunch, but Xue Tingyan felt like a waste of natural resources.

He recalled that dream, Zhao'er's breasts were very plump, and he suddenly felt afraid that she would be squashed, and couldn't help but said: Won't she be squashed?

Zhao'er was a little surprised when she heard this. She didn't think much about it, so she said, If you flatten it, just flatten it. It's of no use anyway.

Just as she was talking, she saw a mule cart approaching not far away, so she waved over there, but naturally she didn't notice that Xue Tingyan's expression was very strange.

Seeing that he was riding a mule cart instead of an ox cart, Xue Tingyan couldn't help but be a little surprised. He only knew that the mule cart was much more valuable than the ox cart. Zhao'er gave him the money for the carriage and took him into the carriage: This carriage is faster. It will be there in a moment. In fact, Zhao'er was afraid that he would not be able to bear the bumps of the ox-cart when he was recovering from a serious illness, so he took the mule carriage if there was one.

The middle-aged man driving the cart smiled and said, Brother, you are very knowledgeable. This cart is not only fast, but also stable. It cannot be compared to an ox cart. By the way, is this your brother?

Xue Tingyan, who was called his younger brother, turned dark.

It's no surprise that people say he is Zhao'er's younger brother. He is also dressed in a man's attire. He is obviously thinner than Zhao'er and is half a head shorter.

Zhao'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: Yes, he is my brother.

While he was talking, the middle-aged man had already driven the mule cart forward.

This car is indeed much faster than an ox cart, and it runs less bumpy. The car will stop after a while and pick up one or two people. This special extended carriage can seat twelve people. The roof of the carriage is specially customized and some not too heavy things can be placed on it.

By the way, the biggest advantage of riding on this mule cart is that the carriage can block the dust, so you don't have to find a place to pack yourself when you get to town.

When I have money in the future, I will also buy this car. Zhao'er couldn't help but said to Xue Tingyan, finally showing a hint of childishness.

Will you rush?

She was stunned for a moment and then said: I don't know how to rush, but I can learn.

The problem is that you have done everything, even driving the car yourself, so what do you want a man to do? Xue Tingyan thought silently in her heart, and then realized that in the dream, he seemed to be of no use as a man.

It seems that he will learn to drive a car in the future. Xue Tingyan secretly made a decision.

*

After the mule cart was filled with people, it finally stopped stopping to take people along.

After almost a quarter of an hour, the city wall of Huyang Town was visible in the distance.

The mule cart stopped not far from the city gate. Everyone on the cart got out of the cart, and Zhao'er took Xue Tingyan to the town.

This Huyang town is neither big nor small. In the past, Zhao'er mostly went to the East Market, which sold the most groceries. But this time, he mainly went to bookstores and was going to Nan Market.

The previous dynasty valued culture over military affairs. This kind of folk custom did not die out after the wars at the end of the previous dynasty. On the contrary, the reason why Emperor Tai/Ancestor of Dachang came to power in the first place was because he was a supporter of a group of civil servants in the previous dynasty. It's popular.

Even the common people who are illiterate can say that everything is inferior, only reading is good, it can be seen.

Even in a small place like Huyang Town, any family with some spare money would send their children to a private school for two years. It's best if you can get the title by taking the exam, but if you can't get the few words you can by the title, the workmanship will be cheaper.

This kind of folk custom has led to several bookstores and bookshops in the town. For example, there is a street in Nanshi selling pens, inks, paper and inkstones, as well as other supporting supplies, all of which are business for scholars.

Although Zhao'er is not a scholar, she has bought bamboo paper for Xue Tingyan several times, so she is familiar with the place. However, she did not lead Xue Tingyan to go immediately. Instead, she went around and around to a place with many food stalls, found a noodle stall, and planned to have breakfast before going there.

This meal in the morning is the most important. In order to rush for time, we even delayed breakfast. Sharpening the knife will not miss the time of chopping wood. Let's go when we are full.

The owner of the Zhaoer Guan Noodle stall ordered two bowls of noodles.

This piece of noodles is a unique delicacy of Binh Duong Province. It is made of buckwheat noodles and sorghum noodles, with a dark red complexion. It is topped with tofu, fungus, and mushrooms. It is so fragrant that it makes your mouth water.

The slices here are particularly delicious, please try them.

Xue Tingyan tasted it and it was indeed delicious.

Not to mention the craftsmanship, at least the portions are large and the ingredients are sufficient. Unlike the food cooked by the Xue family, the oil is reluctant to put in the salt, and it tastes bland and tasteless.

However, the price is also expensive. Xue Tingyan finished a large bowl of pork belly and paid eight cents for the account. This means that the bowl of pork belly is four cents. Eight cents is almost enough to buy half a catty of meat. .

Is it delicious? Zhao'er was still asking him as he walked towards Nanshi.

It's just a bit expensive.

It is indeed a bit expensive for Xue Tingyan. He has not had much pocket money since he was a child. The only chance to make some money is the few cents of new year's money given by Mr. Xue every year.

In his dream, these few pennies were really nothing, but it was these two strange thoughts mixed together that made Xue Tingyan feel very strange.

It's expensive, it's not expensive. You don't come to town often, so if you finally come here, I will take you to have a good meal.

It was really a good meal, and despite Zhao'er's calm expression when she was doing the accounting, in fact, when she came to town alone before, she would only buy a steamed bun to eat when she was hungry.

She was never willing to part with herself and always wanted to save more, but she was very willing to give up to Xue Tingyan, trying her best. So every time she thought of everything in her dream, Xue Tingyan couldn't believe that she would be the one who killed her wife and children.

When I make money from copying books, I will bring you here to eat every day. He couldn't help but say.

The sun has come out, and the pale golden sunlight shines on the young man's still slightly immature face. His fair face is like the finest white jade, with fine hairs on it. The slightly white lips were pursed nervously, and it was obvious that the young man was a little uncomfortable. He didn't dare to look directly at her, but looked to the side.

Zhao'er's smile got bigger and bigger, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub his head: Silly dog, you can only make a few money by copying books, how can you come here and eat there every day. There was a doting look on his expression.

The words were silenced in his dark pupils, and only then did Zhao'er realize what he had said and done.

She felt a little guilty, which was strange. She had never been afraid of little men before, but since he recovered from his illness, she was occasionally afraid of him.

It must be her imagination!

She retracted her hand and looked around. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she said, Look, we're here. With that, she took the lead in walking into the book shop.

Zhao'er was familiar with the boss and greeted her with a smile as soon as she walked in. The strange thing was that the boss actually recognized her. When he saw her, he smiled and asked her if she was here to buy paper for her brother.

When it comes to this, it's old news.

At first, Zhao'er felt sorry for Xue Tingyan, so she saved some money to buy him calligraphy paper. Who would have thought that this paper was much more expensive than she imagined. Even the poorest quality yellow bamboo paper cost forty cents per knife, and Zhao'er collected all the money he had that day, but only thirty cents.

In order to get the boss to sell the paper to her at a cheaper price, Zhao'er struggled with the boss for a long time, even making up the pretense of having a diligent and studious younger brother, but unfortunately both parents died and the family was poor, before the boss agreed to sell it to her at a cheaper price. Later, she came to buy several times, always at the previous price, but she became familiar with Boss Chen.

Boss Chen praised her for her noble character. She earned all her hard-earned money, but she still supported her brother's education. Usually when she comes to buy paper, she almost always buys half and half for free.

Normally, Zhao'er would have tolerated such words shamelessly, but with Xue Tingyan here today, she was inevitably a little embarrassed, fearing that Boss Chen would let the matter slip and the young man would look down on her for lying.

Zhao'er has suffered, so she knows how to survive, but the little man doesn't, especially the scholar who has a particularly pedantic air, so every time she encounters a situation where the two people's ideas are in conflict, she will always subconsciously Avoid these.

Within one day, two people in a row said that they were his younger brothers, which made Xue Tingyan very unhappy. Naturally, he did not notice Zhao'er's hidden thoughts. By the time he came to his senses, Zhao'er had already talked with his boss, and even showed him the book Hundred Family Surnames that he copied overnight.

Is this your brother? He is handsome, but a little thin. Boss Chen is an elegant middle-aged man over forty years old, with a goatee. Wearing a scholar's shirt, he looks more like a scholar than a business boss.

He was ill for a while and got better recently.

No wonder I haven't seen you here for a long time. As Boss Chen spoke, he took the handwritten manuscript from Zhao'er, which was very poor in terms of binding and paper quality.

He knew in his heart that a boy like this from a farm family would not be able to write very well. However, he admired this young man named Zhaoer, so he decided not to criticize him too much and just reject him with some polite words. .

If his skills are not bad and his words can still be read, it is not a bad idea to give him some odd jobs to do, just as a helper.

But when Boss Chen saw the words on the yellow bamboo paper, he was really surprised.

Did he write this? Boss Chen looked at Xue Tingyan in surprise, then turned over the manuscript in his hand.

His expression was so weird that Zhao'er had a bad feeling in his heart. She couldn't help but wonder if the little man's handwriting was not good. After all, no one had ever praised the little man's handwriting. Even Xue Qingshan said that his handwriting was like a spring earthworm or an autumn snake.

Although Zhao'er didn't understand what Spring Earthworms and Autumn Snakes meant, she understood the little man's sad expression, and she knew that it meant that the writing was not good.

But she doesn't think it's the little man's fault. He even has to pick out the paper that can be used to practice calligraphy. Can he write well? It was that time that she got angry, collected vegetables and sold them in the town. She saved a sum of money and bought Xue Tingyan the first piece of paper in her life.