Since Xue Tingxiang made up his mind to copy the book, Zhao'er had no reason to object.
However, she even made a big wish to earn a lot of money in the future and not let him worry about a book, not to mention it here.
After Zhao'er helped him lay out the paper, he went to find a suitable needle and thread, and planned to bind him after he finished writing.
Xue Tingxiang laughed a little, but didn't say anything. He picked up a pen and wrote it down on the paper.
He planned to copy all the books he had memorized, because he found a problem. Since he had that dream, the influence of 'Xue Tingxiang' on him became deeper and deeper, including the influence on his own memory.
Especially all the books he has studied since he was in Mongolia. He had flipped through the memory of that dream before. He had memories of some books from elementary school and even university, but his memory was extremely vague, and many of the more detailed things had been forgotten.
He pondered the reason, and felt that 'he' seemed to be very disgusted with the memory of that cold window, so he always adopted an attitude of avoidance. In addition, the Xue Tingxiang in the dream has lived for more than 70 years. Since he was admitted to the Jinshi examination, he has been addicted to the battles in the officialdom, but he does not care about his own knowledge.
A few years later, his memory is more about the ups and downs of the officialdom, the forces of all parties in the party struggle, and the speculation of people's hearts, rather than the original nature of a scholar.
Seriously, 'Xue Tingxiang' is not a real scholar, he is just a politician.
But obviously he doesn't need these things now, it's like a young child has a treasured blade, and he knows what these things mean to him in the future. But nowadays all a young child needs is a piece of clothing, or just food and clothing.
But these memories have already 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 with 'Xue Tingxiang''s advanced cognition of many things.
And the best way to integrate is nothing more than copying books.
Obviously, this yellow bamboo paper is of very poor quality, and the stroke of the pen should not be too light or heavy. If it is light, the ink will be uneven, and if it is heavy, it will faint. The handwriting on it is full and round, and it is extraordinarily magnificent.
Zhao'er held her breath and didn't dare to say a word. Her eyes fell on Xue Tingxiang, who was writing and writing, and suddenly there was an illusion that the little man had grown up.
Xue Tingxiang quickly wrote one, he was about to take it away to dry, Zhao'er hurriedly took it, and carefully spread it out on the kang. Her eyes were attracted by those words, she couldn't tell how beautiful it was, she felt like a painting.
During this period, Xue Tingxiang wrote another one.
In this way, Xue Tingxiang wrote, and then hung it up, and soon the kang was covered with paper.
Xue Tingxiang quickly finished writing a three-character classic with only a thousand words.
He put down his 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 dreams, he only read books. He really achieved the goal of 'don't hear anything outside the window, and only read only the books of sages', but it was Zhao'er who had been working hard to support his family.
The former 'he' was helpless and emotional about this situation, but he had more than enough power. In addition, Zhao'er was really capable. He had a talent that no one else had in doing business, and he was all about the details and never let him go. He was worried about money, so he stopped thinking about it.
After looking back, he found that 'he' was more concerned about this matter than he had imagined. Since he can now earn a silver or two to support his family, why not try it.
How can a man let a woman take care of him, he should be the one who shelters her from the wind and rain. He didn't understand at this time in the dream, but fortunately he understands now.
"Make money by copying books?" Zhao'er shook his head again and again: "How can you do that? It's hard work and hurts your eyes."
"How can you say it so exaggeratedly, you see, I didn't copy a book in a while." He arranged all the pages into a pile and gave it to Zhao'er to bind her.
"Copying books can make money and read books, 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 bring this book to the book. Look at the shop owner, if it's feasible, help me pick up a job and come back and try it first."
Having said this, he paused: "Well, I'll go with you, and we'll go to town tomorrow."
"Is this really possible?" Whenever it comes to little men, Zhao'er will always be hesitant to worry about gains and losses.
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Now that the matter was settled, the two 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, just named after the town. There are dozens of villages like this in Huyang Town, and Yuqing Village is one of the larger villages.
From Yuqing Village to the town, if you walk, it will take nearly an hour. If you take an ox cart or a mule cart, it is faster, and there are carts from the village below to the town every day. The ox cart is slow, the price is low, and you can take two rides once. A mule cart is expensive, and one person gets four wen, but the speed is not comparable to that of an ox cart.
After leaving Yuqing Village and walking forward, they came to a fork in the road, and went west for a while. Zhao'er and Xue Tingxiang stopped and stood under the big tree by the roadside waiting for the bus.
Although the clothes of the two were simple, they were all neat, especially Zhao'er, who was actually wearing a man's clothes.
"It turns out that every time you go out, you have to walk from the vegetable field in the back just to change your clothes?"
Zhao'er nodded, feeling a little guilty. But since she had made a decision, she had already prepared for the worst. Fortunately, Xue Tingxiang only showed a hint of surprise when he saw it, but he didn't show much disgust.
"It's more convenient to wear it this way. You don't recognize me as a girl's family."
Xue Tingyan pursed her lips and glanced at her.
The young man in front of him looks handsome, and from a man's point of view, he looks a little thin, but there is really no sign of a daughter's family. He carefully observed, only to find that Zhao'er had thickened his eyebrows, and he didn't know how to make it on his chest, but it became flat.
It seems that he also found that the little man's eyes stayed on his chest for too long, Zhao'er explained: "This is too inconvenient, so I wrapped it with a cloth."
She was very disapproving of what she said, as if she was talking about what we would eat for lunch, but Xue Tingyan felt a sense of ruin.
He recalled that dream, the pair on Zhao'er's chest was very plump, he suddenly felt afraid that she would be squashed, and couldn't help saying: "Won't she be squished?"
Zhao'er was a little surprised when she heard it, but she didn't think about it so much, so she said, "If you squash it, it will be squashed. It's useless anyway."
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 Tingxiang's expression was very strange.
Seeing that it was a mule cart instead of an ox cart, Xue Tingxiang couldn't help being a little surprised. He only knew that the mule cart was much more valuable than the ox cart. Zhao'er gave the money for the car and pulled him into the car: "This car is faster, it will be there in a while." 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 if there was a mule cart, he would take the mule cart.
The middle-aged man who was driving the car smiled and said, "Brother has insight, this car is not only fast, but also stable, but it is not comparable to an ox cart. By the way, is this your brother?"
Xue Tingyan, who was called his younger brother, turned dark.
No wonder people say that he is Zhao'er's younger brother. He is also dressed as a man. He is obviously thinner than Zhao'er, and he is half a head shorter.
Zhao'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Yes, it's my brother."
While speaking, the middle-aged man had already driven the mule cart forward.
This car is indeed much faster than the bullock car, and it does not run bumpy. The car will stop and pull one or two people on the road every time. This special extended carriage can seat twelve people. The roof of the carriage is specially customized, and it can put some not too heavy things on it.
By the way, the biggest advantage of riding this mule cart is that there is a carriage to block the dust, so you don't have to find a place to pack yourself when you go to town.
"When I get rich in the future, I'll buy this car too." Zhao'er couldn't help but said to Xue Tingxiang, finally showing a hint of childishness.
"Will you rush?"
She froze for a moment before saying, "I won't rush, I can learn."
The problem is that you have done everything, even driving the car, so what do you want a man to do? Xue Tingxiang thought silently in his heart, and then he realized that in his dream, he seemed to be really useless as a man.
It seems that he will learn to drive in the future. Xue Tingxiang made a secret decision.
After the mule cart was full, it finally stopped halfway to pick up people.
After about a quarter of an hour, the city walls of Huyang Town could be seen in the distance.
The mule cart stopped not far from the city gate, and everyone in the car got out of the car, and Zhao Er took Xue Tingxiang to the town.
This Huyang Town is not big or small. Most of the people who Zhaoer went to in the past were in the East Market, and the East Market sold the most groceries, but this time I mainly went to the bookstore, and I was going to the South Market.
The former dynasties emphasized civility and neglected martial arts. After the wars at the end of the previous dynasties, this kind of folk customs did not die out because of this. On the contrary, the reason why the Emperor Taizu of Daxi came to power was the supporters of the civil service groups in the previous dynasties. is popular.
Even the illiterate ordinary people can say one sentence, everything is inferior, only reading is high, which is evident.
Even in a small place like Huyang Town, any family with some spare money would send their children to private schools for two years. It is best to be able to take the exam, and it is cheaper to work if you can't get a few words out of the exam.
This kind of folk customs has led to quite a few bookstores and bookstores in the town. For example, there is a street in Nanshi that sells pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and other supporting facilities, all of which are for the business of scholars.
Although Zhao'er is not a scholar, she has bought several bamboo papers for Xue Tingxiang, so she is familiar with the place. However, she did not lead Xue Tingxiang to go immediately, but went around to a place with a lot of food stalls, found a noodle stall, and planned to go after breakfast.
"This morning meal is the most important. In order to be in a hurry, we even delayed breakfast. Sharpening knives will not miss woodcutting, so let's go when we are full."
The owner of Zhao'erguan noodle stall asked for two bowls of fenugreek.
This noodle is a unique food in Pingyang. The noodles are made of buckwheat noodles and sorghum noodles. The complexion is black and red. It is accompanied by toppings of tofu, fungus and mushrooms.
"The puppies here are very delicious, you can try it."
Xue Tingxiang tasted it, and it was delicious.
Not to mention the craftsmanship, at least the weight is large and the ingredients are enough. Unlike the meals made by the Xue family, the oil is reluctant to put salt and it is bland and tasteless.
However, the price is also expensive. Xue Tingxiang finished eating a large bowl of fenugreek, and gave eight cents of money when Zhao’er met the bill. That is to say, for this bowl of fenugreek, the eight cents were almost enough to buy half a catty of meat. .
"Is it delicious?" Zhao'er was still asking him when he was walking towards Nanshi.
"It's just a bit expensive."
It was indeed a bit expensive for Xue Tingxiang. He had no pocket money since he was a child, and the only chance to have some money in his hand was the New Year's money of a few pennies 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 Tingxiang feel very strange.
"It's expensive, it's not expensive. You don't come to town often, so after a while, you will naturally have a good meal with you."
It was really a good meal, don't look at Zhao'er Huihui's face, but in fact, when she came to town alone, at most, she bought a steamed bun to eat when she was hungry.
She was never reluctant to herself, and always wanted to save more, but she was very reluctant to Xue Tingxiang, she was as poor as she could. So whenever he thinks of all the things in his dreams, Xue Tingxiang can't believe that he will be a wife and child murderer.
"When I make money from copying books, I will bring you to eat every day." He couldn't help saying.
The sun had already come out, and the pale golden sunlight shone on the boy's still slightly immature face. His fair face was like the finest white jade, with fine fluff on it. The slightly pale lips were pursed crampedly at this time, and it could be seen that the young man was a little uncomfortable. He didn't dare to look directly at her, but looked aside.
Zhao'er's smile got bigger and bigger, and he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his head: "Silly dog, you can only make some money by copying books, how can you eat there every day." There was a doting look on his face.
The voice was silenced in his dark pupils, and Zhao'er then realized what he said and did.
She was a little guilty, and it was strange. She had never been afraid of a little man before, but since he recovered this time, she was occasionally afraid of him.
It must be her delusion!
She retracted her hand and looked around, her eyes suddenly lit up, and said, "Look, here we are." As she spoke, she took the lead in entering the bookstore.