Chapter 6: Scholars make a living (Part 2) (《》)

He did it as soon as he said that, the next day Chen He went back to the straw hut by the river, took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, carried a pair of broken tables and chairs, and went to Chenghuang Temple to practice stalls happily.

After all, he was a scholar, and his hands were thin and thin. Whether he could read or not, he could see that his handwriting was much more beautiful than those who wrote the writers who made a living, which was also a dislocation advantage. In addition, he was not greedy for money, wrote hundreds of documents and ten documents. If he really had no money to give some food and bacon, people were willing to take care of his business.

In addition to opening on the first day, the daily inputs exceeded 100 million from the next day. In just a few days, the surrounding transactions were sold out.

The feeling of poverty and wealth made Chen He feel a little excited. He actually bought a big fat chicken a day and helped Chen Mo to replenish his body.

Eating the fragrant chicken soup, silent but unable to be happy, he asked with concern: "How is the business of my father's colleagues?"

"How could I know?" Chen He held a chicken wing and bit it in a less gentle manner, and said in a vague way: "But these days, more and more people are looking for me to write. I would rather wait for me to finish writing the next day than to find someone else." As he said that, he couldn't hide his complacent words: "Chaosheng, you didn't see the expressions of those colleagues. Tsk tsk... I guess I'll have my heart after eating."

The silent brows frowned even more and said softly: "You need to keep a little bit of justice. My father will take away his job when he first arrives, and he may be hated."

"Mu Qi." Chen He stretched out his right hand, picked up the wine cup, and drank a cup of yellow wine with a squeak. He said, "Your father, I didn't steal it, and I didn't rob it. I'm using my own abilities to eat. What's the point of being careful? As for no one to look for them, it's because they are not good at it. Going back and practicing the handwriting is the right way. How can I blame me?"

"Father is an open-minded gentleman," Chen Shu shook his head slowly, "But the most difficult thing in this world is the villain who should be dealt with the most carefully."

"Care to deal with it carefully? Joke." Chen He drank another cup and said, "Are you still pointing at them to help?"

"Of course I can't help much." Chen Si whispered: "I'm just guarding against their bad things."

Chen He was proud, how could he listen to Chen Si's unpleasant words? He waved his hand and stopped the conversation and said, "Don't worry about these things. Your father, I, a thirty or forty, will use you, a thirty or fourteen or fourteen to teach you." Chen Si had no choice but to stop talking.

A few days later, Chen Ji was at home to take care of his illness. Chen He bought chicken, duck, fish and meat at home every day. Miss Yin's personal maid also came from time to time to draw screens and sent some tonic medicines. He would joke with him for a long time before leaving. Before leaving, he was about to silence the jokes he had told and the riddles he had guessed, saying that he wanted to go back and show off.

The woman downstairs also stopped moving for a while, and she had no trouble with her delicious food and drink. Her silent body recovered quickly. She could only walk under the wall in six or seven days. It seemed that she could jump back to life in another ten days and half a month.

After being able to walk down the ground, the first thing I did silently was to walk to the door and look at the yard where I lived for seven or eight days.

He lived in the northernmost loft, which was also the highest point of this large mansion. When he leaned against the door, he could see the entire yard at a glance... He saw that the mansion was located in the north and south, covering a very wide area. When he counted the black tiled roof, it was five deep.

From a distance, there are two large flags five meters high on the front entrance. Between the two flags is the central axis of the entire courtyard. The buildings in the courtyard are completely symmetrical from south to north. The main hall is pressed on the central axis. There is an ear room on the left, and the same ear room on the right. The rooms are connected and opposite each other.

The layout looks no different from the courtyard he is familiar with, but the layout is more compact and the courtyard is much smaller. Although the building is exquisite and meticulous, it feels a little cramped, which is not as comfortable as the northern Xuanchang. I felt silently that it may be because there are many people in Jiangnan, so I have few land in order to save space.

Although it is not as good as the northern courtyard house on the plane, it is much better than the height. He saw that in addition to the main hall and wing room on the second entrance, there are two or three-story buildings in the back courtyard. Each entrance has four symmetrical rooms on the left and right sides, with the upper room on the front, the wing room on the east and west, and the inverted hall on the south side, which is opposite to the four sides, shaped like a moustache, and a courtyard patio in the center, forming a small courtyard house.

From the third entry to the fifth entry where silence is located, six independent and interconnected courtyards are separated by the looped corridors. The houses are distributed in an orderly manner, with courtyards connected by opposite doors, and corridors connected by well-connected. There are also rockery flowing water, red flowers and green willows and pink walls and black tiles, which makes people feel refreshed and feel that summer is not so difficult.

While immersed in his appreciation of beauty, Chen Si suddenly heard a familiar scolding sound downstairs: "Didn't I raise a little girl? Isn't she suffering from tuberculosis? Why haven't she received a baby yet?"

When she looked down at the silent, she found that the fat woman had reappeared in the world. She was as fat as ever, wearing a tight dress, holding half of the watermelon, with a few black seeds on her face, and staring at herself with her neck up.

Silent rolled his eyes and said condescendingly: "Old shrew, what I said is 'I'm not sick'. Who told you and your man to not listen to it?"

"What? How can you see your skills increase?" The fat woman didn't expect that he would be so sharp, and she immediately said with a fighting spirit: "I'm a little girl, and I'm more shameless when I've been hooking up with a little girl all day long."

I was silent but ignored her and turned around and entered the house, leaving only a perfect back of my head. If I met such an unreasonable shrew, if I scolded her, it would be her intention. Not to mention the winner or lose, I would first pull you into a member of the shrew's slut, which would be a great insult.

The woman saw the silence waving, thinking that the "little girl" was afraid of her, so she became more and more proud. She twisted her plump butt and crawled up to find the scene she lost a few days ago.

After finally climbing to the attic, the fat woman was panting and stood firm and pushed the empty door and was about to enter.

With a sound of thunder, a liquid with a strong smell fell from the sky, pouring her head over, and then a clay pot fell down, hitting the fat woman's shoulder, falling to the ground and shattering.

The fat woman was stunned. She squeaked and the watermelon fell to the ground, but the fat woman was still half-holding and stood there blankly, unable to figure out the situation for a long time.

But Chen Si pinched his nose and said, "Ah, you broke the clay pot that I passed on from home. Pay me a compensation! Pay me a compensation!"
Chapter completed!