"Business is good, business is good."
Song Zhi said this from the bottom of his heart. He has been a scholar for half his life, and he has not seen a lot of money, nor has he obtained any official position, and he is so poor! On the contrary, those who are engaged in business make a lot of money and wear gold and silver. Although Huyi and Dalin are the same as focusing on agriculture and neglecting business, making money is the kingly way.
Ghosts push the mill, once they have money, they can also control those who have power.
That's how the Ergoudan next door brainwashed him!
He thought that if the "Ghost Mother Burying the Husband" in his hand was not successful, he would really go to sea with Ergoudan to do business.
Time to be rich!
But God obviously wants him to continue to be a literati!
Jing Rong saw him bowing his head and muttering. Although he seemed to be submissive, he had a gentleman's air in his speech and behavior. If he was in the capital, it was not impossible to make friends with this person.
Jing Rong asked him, "I don't know what your son does?"
Song Zhi said ashamedly, "Hundreds of Useless are scholars."
"Only can take its text, and text can take its own way, how can it be useless?"
"The strong man doesn't know something, and he has his own difficulties below."
Oh
Jing Rong knew that the difficulties of being a scholar were simply that the four treasures of the study were not complete, or that the poems could not be understood and stayed up all night, and moreover, they were poor!
Obviously, Song Zhi belongs to the poor category.
Therefore, Jing Rong did not ask. Song Zhi seemed to remember something, and cupped his hands: "By the way, my surname is Song, and I have only one name. My ancestors were all from Yiwu, and my grandfather was a minor official, but he was demoted after a few years. Since then He fell ill and died in depression. As for my father, he was also a scholar at first.
Like my grandfather, my father and grandfather both fell ill and died, and the family was in a downturn. When Song Mou's generation was reached, it was extremely poor. Now it is twenty-five and no good. "
Just about to tell the whole story of his own family.
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu looked at each other, and each read the meaning in each other's eyes - this person is interesting!
Jing Rong showed an air of amiability and asked, "Hu Yi also practiced the imperial examination system, so Young Master Song didn't want to take the examination in the past?"
"Official affairs are complicated, it's okay to not stick to it."
"The officialdom has its own officialdom, but it is not as complicated as you think. It is talented and has its own musical instruments."
"However, but... hey!" Song Zhi sighed.
Jing Rong: "It seems that Young Master Song is indeed in trouble."
"Don't hide it from the brave men, there is a hurdle in my heart, but this hurdle is not enough, and the knot is incomprehensible."
This is quite meaningful.
Since it was a knot, Jing Rong didn't ask.
At this time, Xiao Er came up with a few vegetarian dishes.
"Several lords use it slowly."
Stir-fried vegetables, stir-fried lotus root, stir-fried potatoes…
It's all vegetarian!
When Song Zhi saw it, he quickly said, "Why don't you serve a few meat dishes? A few strong men must have come on the road, and they must have worked hard all the way. Why do they only eat vegetarian dishes? This is not good,"
He planned to order a few more meat dishes, but Ji Yunshu stopped him aloud: "Young Master Song, really don't have to bother, we can just eat whatever you want."
Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, then stared at Ji Yunshu.
In fact, he had already paid attention to Xia Ji Yunshu since he sat down. It was the first time he had seen such a handsome Dalin man in Yiwu. very comfortable.
Even Song Zhi was a little "hearted"!
He said, "How does this work? Point to point, point to point."
Song Zhi insisted on ordering a few more meat dishes!
Estimated that his five taels of silver was enough.
After a meal, Song Zhi didn't eat a few mouthfuls.
Ji Yunshu hinted to let Bai Yin go to the checkout, Song Zhi immediately got up: "I agreed to invite everyone to dinner."
He just went and paid the money!
Forty taels of silver!
One or two left.
He bowed his hands to Jingrong and the others: "If it weren't for the strong man's shot today, I would have lost all the money on my body. If I have a fate, I hope to see you again."
Jing Rong politely replied: "Goodbye by fate."
Song Zhi left!
Bai Yin, who had been silent for a while, finally said, "That person is really interesting."
Jing Rong picked up the chopsticks at hand and tapped the empty bowl a few times, and smiled: "This person is indeed interesting, but he is also an honest person."
"Honest is honest, but it's too honest. We haven't revealed our identity, but he has already made it clear about his family background." Ji Yunshu said.
After saying this, Jing Rong became vigilant.
Weird indeed!
How can there be such a person in this world
He immediately ordered the guards he brought with him: "You must be vigilant and don't let deliberate people approach."
"Yes!"
Bai Yin touched his stomach and said, "I haven't eaten enough yet!"
So, I ordered another table of dishes to continue eating.
After dinner, it was already dark.
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong returned to the room.
Ji Yunshu said: "This Yiwu is indeed a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and it is also very lively."
"If you like it, we'll stay for a few more days." Jing Rong poured water, smiled at her again, and said, "Do you want to watch "Ghost Mother Burial"?"
"No one knows me better than you."
"I've been in the same boat with you for so long, how can I not guess what you're thinking?"
Smelly!
Ji Yunshu tilted his head and whispered in his mouth, "Seeing that my husband shed his bones and turned into smoke under the tree, I had to plant loess for you in front of the grave. These two playful words are really beautiful."
Jing Rong: "It's really beautiful! I'll take you to see it tomorrow night."
Ji Yunshu got up and walked to the window, pushed open the closed window in front of him, and looked at the crowded street below.
Take a deep breath.
"It wouldn't be too bad if I could settle down here."
Jing Rong heard what she said, got up and walked behind him, hugged her, and kissed her face.
"We can stop anytime you want!"
Yeah, if she wants to.
…
It was very late when Song Zhi returned to his small shabby house.
Because I invited Jing Rong and others to have a meal, I only had a tael of silver left, thinking about going to buy those chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea tomorrow.
As for winter clothes, I probably have to wait for the money I earn from writing a playbook to buy them, so let's get through these few days for now.
The cold wind whizzed, making his dilapidated door look eerily different!
He just sat down when he got home—
"dong dong dong..."
Someone is knocking on the door!
Who will be this night
He hesitated for a while, but went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, he saw a handsome man standing at the door.
"you?"
The visitor smiled and said, "What? Mr. Song doesn't know me anymore?"
"Huh? When did Song Mou meet you?"
"I'm Wang Jun!" The person who came directly passed him and entered the house.
Just like in your own home!
Song Zhi was still stunned, closed the door, turned around and asked him, "Wangjun? Do I know you?"
Wang Jun sat down at his dilapidated table and put a burden he brought on the table. As he said, "I'm just a life actor in "Ghost Girl Burial The Husband"!"