In front of the Qiantang County School, it was already crowded and bustling at this time, but looking at these crowds, most of them were domestic slaves and servants in green clothes and hats, and few real literati dressed up.

Jiangnan is rich, and there are many talented people, but after all, it is still very expensive to study, most of them are children with a solid net worth, five buckets of rice per month, a hundred yuan, for these people, it is simply a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning.

However, this is a status symbol, and it must be taken back, otherwise it will be thought too much by the academic and political professors. Therefore, the disdainful master did not come, so he sent his servant scholar to take what was dispensable to them.

Xiucai, who can stand in this bleak wind and snow and wait to receive rice, is a person like Mao Yulong, or the family is poor, or waiting for him to support his wife.

The school's political and religious edicts will not personally distribute the grain and rice of the talents to them, but will only send a note and let them go to the county treasury to receive it themselves.

And the one who took the strip with the rice written on it to Yicang to get it was just mixed with sand and lacked two catties, but fortunately, it was still polished rice, and it was not too harsh.

After getting his share of the note, Mao Yulong did not go directly to Yicang to receive rice, but walked quickly to a rice shop on the opposite street.

Deshan Grain has an excellent reputation in this place, and it is truly undeceived. Xu Jie, the shopkeeper, is still a kind and charitable person, and every year in the first lunar month, or when the green and yellow are not harvested, he will take out some sinking rice and open a porridge field in front of the door to relieve those homeless beggars who are lying on the side of the street.

And his greatest feat, is in the 31st year of Wanli Qiantang burst the embankment and flooded, spared no effort to give alms of rice porridge, saved nearly 10,000 victims, now hanging on the lintel of the grain line of the sign of the good grain line, is the Hangzhou prefect at that time personally inscribed it.

After entering the grain store, the furnishings here are also different from other places. There are no high fences, and there are no men who watch people cook, there are rows of rice buckets that are directly open, polished rice, japonica rice, brown rice and all kinds of miscellaneous grains are clearly priced, which can be inspected by others, and there are Xiao Er who runs back and forth diligently.

The business of the store did not seem depressed because of today's light snow, and the store hall of Nuoda was still bustling with people, and a group of apprentices from the second shop were shuttling back and forth like butterflies, greeting all the familiar or unfamiliar customers, courteous and making people feel close.

Xiao Er had just finished greeting a neighbor, helped to put the rice bag on the neighbor's shoulder, and nodded and said, "Go slowly, you are welcome to take care of it next time." ”

The neighbor responded satisfied: "My family has eaten your rice for three lifetimes, and you don't even think about driving me to another house." ”

A group of friendly eyes watched the neighbors walk away, and when they turned around and saw Mao Yulong in and outside the door, they couldn't help but be stunned.

It is a very rare thing for Xiucai to patronize this in person, even if their families are poor, they will take into account their status, let their families and children come, and directly step into this place of businessmen who are despised by them, it is absolutely rare, and as a result, one came today.

This little two ran forward quickly, bowing again and again: "Master-"

Mao Yulong replied with a smile: "Am I old?" ”

Xiao Er hurriedly said, "Little master." ”

Mao Yulong denied: "I'm just a showman, not a lifter." ”

Xiao Er hurriedly said: "Little Xianggong." ”

Hearing Xiao Er's clever three successive salutations, Mao Yulong laughed and waved his hand slightly: "Don't be so polite, please also ask you to see the shopkeeper." ”

Xiao Er hurriedly replied with sincere fear: "Don't dare to ask Xiucai Gong to work." ”

"Don't say the shopkeeper isn't there."

Xiao Er hurriedly replied: "The rules of my shopkeeper, sitting in the hall every day, supervising us little ones not to deceive customers, don't look down on people, and it is also like Xiao Xiucaigong's identity, which is exactly what my shopkeeper should receive." Then he saluted again: "Wait a while, and I'll go and ask the shopkeeper of my house to come and see me." ”

The guy ran in as soon as he slipped in, but he ran back in a blink of an eye, this kind of foot strength made Mao Yulong feel that this guy was a martial arts master, and he had a kind of kung fu that changed shapes.

"Little Xianggong, my shopkeeper is invited."

Mao Yulong smiled and nodded, and followed the guy inside. Although he is a showman, after all, he came to ask for help, and it is reasonable that people do not come to pick him up in person.

Picked the blue curtain to go in, but it was a small courtyard inside, the flower bed and bamboo around a small and delicate rockery, the bluestone paved yard, clean can shine into people, I didn't expect that this shrewd businessman is still an elegant person, which makes Mao Yulong's first impression a lot closer, anyway, if you deal with a stinky and vulgar guy with a mouth, it is indeed not very comfortable.

On the steps stood a young man in a green robe and a square scarf, who was also in his twenties and thirties, with a warm smile on his delicate face, and a short beard on his chin that looked more literati. "I don't know that Xiao Xiucai has arrived, and Xu Jie has missed the distance, please forgive me."

Mao Yulong bowed his hand: "I took the liberty to visit, it really disturbed." Then he did not enter the house, but smiled and took out his own rice sticks, and spread them on the stone table in the courtyard of the shopkeeper.

Xu Jie smiled professionally and picked up Mao Yulong's strip to examine.

Every day when it comes to the distribution of rice, there are rich domestic slaves or something, and the rice that their master's family looks down on is directly taken to the nearby grain store to sell, which is very common, but a Xiucai personally came to sell it, this is the first time, because it is related to the face and figure of a Xiucai.

Looking at the strip in his hand with interest, and then at this little Xiucai, Xu Jie said gently: "According to the rules, there is more sand in the rice, so you can only exchange five buckets for three and a half buckets." ”

There is sand in the rice, but that depends on the person who receives it, and these grain stores have the means to receive enough good rice, and the key is not to take out some bribes?

Mao Yulong smiled and gently shook the two small wings licensed by Xiucai on the back of his head, and the shopkeeper smiled and continued: "But Xiucai Gong came in person, and my store will redeem four buckets." ”

Mao Yulong smiled and nodded: "This price is fair." ”

"I don't know if Xiucaigong wants to change brown rice or cash."

Mao Yulong said: "Cash it." ”

The shopkeeper said to Xiao Er beside him: "Eight hundred wen and one stone of polished rice, Xiao Xiucai has four buckets, and he will pay three hundred and twenty yuan." ”

Xiao Er hurriedly ran to the back of the counter, counted three hundred and twenty dollars, and respectfully handed it to Mao Yulong with both hands, Mao Yulong took it, put it in his small pocket, and rushed to the shopkeeper: "Bother, admit it, goodbye." ”

Xu Jie returned the salute with a smile: "Yes, you're welcome, go slowly." Then he personally sent Mao Yulong out of the door of the store and watched him disappear around the corner of the store.