Be a little landlord

Chapter 12 Writing Letters

  Walked out of the East Street, went straight west, passed a bustling downtown area, there were several food stalls along the street, a few simple tables and chairs surrounded the roadside, the customers were busy, and the boys who sold noodle soup and bought small wontons were full of food. He yelled loudly at passers-by.

Passing through this busy city, approaching the residential area of ​​the county, the bustling sound disappeared like a wall, and the stone bridge that I had seen before appeared before my eyes. Constantly, the passer-by said that the place he was looking for was near the stone bridge.

Lin Lixuan stood in the center of the stone bridge and looked around. He didn't see the place he was looking for, but was discovered by another person.

Huang Yuan, who I saw here last time, still has a simple calligraphy stall near the stone bridge, with a few unattractive calligraphy hanging on the stall, Huang Yuan saw him as if he saw a savior , and pulled him over to help.

"This Aunt Huang wants to write a letter to her son. She is not satisfied no matter how I write it. It just so happens that I have something urgent to do at this time... that... can you write it for this Aunt Huang?" Without waiting for Lin Lixuan to agree or not, he dragged the people and walked towards his stall. He rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly to Aunt Huang over there: "Did you see this one? He is a scholar, more than My knowledge is much better, don't worry, Aunt Huang, let him write for you, I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

Huang Yuan will be driven mad by this Aunt Huang who has the same surname as him and who probably belonged to a family hundreds of years ago, Isn't it just a letter from home? With that critical attitude, dealing with her is more difficult than coping with a scholar exam. The shameful thing is that this person is still illiterate! ! I knew that the person who asked him to write and write on the side, his mind became faster than the weather in June, and she was not satisfied after finally finishing writing for her.

Ask him to rewrite!

Rewrite shit.

Uncle Huang didn't agree.

Aunt Huang looked up and down at Lin Lixuan: "Oh, he's a scholar, he's quite handsome, much prettier than you, Huang boy."

Huang Yuan winked at Lin Lixuan, pulled him aside and whispered in a whisper: "How is it? Help me deal with Aunt Huang, the money she gave is quite generous, one hundred cents per letter, we get three to seven cents, you and me Seven." If she hadn't said to give one hundred wen, Huang Yuan would not have accepted the job, and he would have turned over the table and quit long ago when he encountered such troublesome employers.

The poor must bow for a denarius.

Lin Lixuan raised his eyebrows: "Three or seven points?"

Huang Yuan felt a little guilty: "How about...you seven and three? Anyway, this Aunt Huang will be handed over to you..." He pouted his head and laughed. With a sound, he picked up the ink-stained writing brush on the table and put it in Lin Lixuan's hand, and quickly found a place to hide.

Lin Lixuan didn't want to take care of this matter at all, Huang Yuan was really an acquaintance, so he asked someone to help him for no reason, but... a hundred coins? The last time he came to sell vegetables with Brother Yan, he carried two baskets of hard work to sell ninety-three coins... Feed Brother Yan to eat a steamed bun, but when he went back, he kept saying that what he ate was not steamed buns but copper coins...

One hundred Wen coins, add up to twenty steamed stuffed buns.

This kind of business is not done for nothing!

Lin Lixuan sat down and asked Aunt Huang what to write.

In fact, Aunt Huang is not that picky. Her eldest son went out to run a business with a big businessman, and he hasn't come back for more than half a year. Fat boy, she shouldn't rush to tell her son the good news.

If it weren't for such a happy event... She would not be willing to spend a hundred pennies to ask someone to write this letter to her son.

Regarding the name of her grandson, when her son will come back... She asked to mention in the letter that Aunt Huang was so happy to be a grandmother for the first time, she couldn't help talking inconstantly, and there was a saying Once out, Lin Lixuan waited for Aunt Huang to finish her request, asked again and again, sorted out the order in his mind, and then spread out the paper and picked up the pen to write.

After Lin Lixuan read the written letter in front of Aunt Huang, she asked her if she had anything to add. Aunt Huang shook her head and said it was nothing. She was very satisfied with the letter written by Xuan, and kept boasting in her mouth: "Sure enough, he is a great scholar, a great talent, much more reliable than that brat Huang Yuan, look at the words on this paper, even me who is not Literate old women think it looks good."

She took a few pages of letter paper and looked left and right, and finally she was satisfied. That bastard Huang Yuan is just a bastard, look at what he wrote, and he is ashamed to open a letter stand here to help On the letter she wrote, there are circles, forks, crosses, and black ink dots. Her son works with a big businessman with a reputation. Send him a letter like that, just in case If others see it, don't you smear your son's face.

Fortunately, Huang Yuan's friend was reliable, and Aunt Huang willingly took out a penny from her bag to pay Lin Lixuan, folded the letter and left with a smile on her face.

Lin Lixuan weighed the copper coins in his hand, and earned a hundred pennies just by using the pen. This scholar really made a lot of money, but...he also knew that Aunt Huang's incident was just a special case. As a big grandson, if he wants to accumulate blessings for his grandson, he will spend a lot of money to hire people to do things. On weekdays, he can only earn five to ten pennies by writing a letter to someone.

He curiously picked up the letter written by Huang Yuan to Aunt Huang, and after looking at it casually, he had to sigh that Aunt Huang was right to be picky, how could such a letter be sent out... Huang Yuan's words were unavoidable It's also very ugly. It doesn't matter if he can't write well, he is still sloppy, he scribbles everywhere, how can he make a living in this industry...

Huang Yuan should really be thankful that there are few scholars in this world, and he still has room to mess around.

Lin Lixuan packed up his pens and papers. He didn't know when Huang Yuan would come back. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a group of aunts surrounding him...these aunts were fat and thin, tall and short. After that, he hugged him like seeing a pie falling from the sky in the daytime.

Ever since Aunt Huang left with the letter, everyone said that there was a handsome and talented scholar at Huang Yuan's word stand. The man they knew, pulled them over to be a matchmaker for the daughter and Shuanger they knew...

"Sister Huang really didn't lie to us, she is a handsome scholar..."

"I have a niece who lives far away..."

Lin Lixuan couldn't laugh or cry Fortunately, most of these aunts are snobbish. When I heard that he was a poor scholar in the village, my heart for being a matchmaker was relieved. Later, I found out that he already had a daughter-in-law, and I completely lost the right. his interest.

However, I have come here anyway, and I feel sorry for myself if I don't do something. It is said that this handsome scholar writes beautifully. I also want to send a letter to my nephew who is far away. Why don't you ask him to help write it.

After one person had this idea, it immediately led to the next one...

Lin Lixuan inexplicably took Huang Yuan's place in soliciting some business, and made another one hundred coins for nothing.

This is... sell one get many free? ? ?

"I said...you are too good..." Huang Yuan was full of confusion. He couldn't make this money for several days, but Lin Lixuan made it in one day. Moreover, everyone around asked Lin Xiucai to write it for him. What else does he rely on for food... It's really annoying to compare people to others.

Seeing Huang Yuan's face as if facing a formidable enemy, Lin Lixuan laughed: "Don't worry, I won't compete with you for a job."

Huang Yuan's ordinary face was full of pleading: "You must never come..."

Lin Lixuan gave him 30 Wen, and holding the pile of copper coins, Huang Yuan felt that his soul was comforted.

"You can take care of your own stall... By the way, I want to ask a place, do you know where it is?" Lin Lixuan remembered the destination of his trip, and asked Huang Yuan, who was very familiar with the vicinity of the stone bridge.

"You ask this." Huang Yuan pointed diagonally to the opposite side: "Turn that corner and pass through a door to see it."

"Thank you."

Chu Zihang is an ordinary scholar in the county academy, he is kind and simple , study hard and study hard, but his family is a bit poor, the boss of Songyun Bookstore loves talents, seeing that he has real talents and learning, and he is kind and motivated, so he let him work in Songyun Bookstore on weekdays to earn some family subsidies.

Chu Zihang was extremely grateful to the owner of Songyun Bookstore, and even offered to work for the bookstore for free without wages.

To Chu Zihang, it doesn't matter whether he makes money or not. After he came to work in Songyun Bookstore, he can browse the books in the store for free. The book is written down.

When he was copying books in the store that day, he happened to hear Lin Lixuan and his clerk making noise. After Lin Lixuan left, he looked up at the back of the man leaving. What will the article be like? He curiously picked up Lin Lixuan's manuscript, and at the first glance, he was shocked by the other party's good handwriting.

Dragons and snakes are flying, iron hooks are painted with silver hooks, and there is a unique elegance between the lines. The fonts are dotted with stars, and there is infinite pride hidden between them. I didn't go forward, so I missed such a friend with excellent calligraphy.

After praising this good handwriting in his heart, Chu Zihang began to read the content inside, and this reading was even more amazing, making him forget about the gorgeous handwriting that he had just boasted about just now, and indulge in it wholeheartedly. Into the ups and downs of the story...