Seeing the group of homeless people with expressionless faces and numb expressions, Su Ziheng suddenly moved in his heart, and a thought popped up. He quickly lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked, "Do any of you have eyebrow pencils?" ”

"Eyebrow pencil, what's that?" The women were stunned for a moment and asked rhetorically.

"Uh...... Didn't you? That's it. Su Ziheng then remembered that the eyebrow pencil in this era did not seem to have been invented, and the women's thrush was ground into powder with stone dai and ink blended with water to paint the thrush.

"Who brought the four treasures of the study?" Su Ziheng originally asked casually, but he didn't report much hope, after all, this thing is too big and too troublesome to bring.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Taohong suddenly said: "Master Su, the slave maid has brought the four treasures of the study here, do you want to use them?" Slave and maid will help you find out. ”

Little Peach quickly took out a long wooden box from the baggage she carried, which contained pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Su Ziheng was dumbfounded, he didn't expect her to carry these things with her, so he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Little pink girl, why are you bringing these things?" ”

Xiao Taohong glanced at Ji Xiaoxiao, and said with a grin: "My young lady ordered me to bring it, saying that I was afraid that Su Gongzi would be able to make poems on the road, so it was convenient to record it in time." ”

The corners of Su Ziheng's mouth twitched a few times, "You really have a heart." But just right, I'm using it a little. As he spoke, he instructed Old Man Sun to pull over the carriage and let Little Peach grind it and prepare to write something.

took a piece of yellowish notepaper, and after Xiao Taohong had polished the ink, Su Ziheng took the brush from the wooden box, dipped it in ink, and wrote quickly on the paper in small letters.

After writing, he handed the brush to Little Pink and asked her to help clean it and put it away again. He blew on the paper, speeding up the drying of the ink. Then I folded it, took a cover, and put it inside.

Su Ziheng looked around on the street and found that at the foot of a wall, there was a little beggar of eight or nine years old who was half-lying down and basking in the sun.

Su Ziheng beckoned to him, and the beggar nodded himself with his hand, and after getting Su Ziheng's nod of affirmation, he ran over quickly.

"Childe, do you have an order?"

In addition to begging for a living, another means of making a living is to run errands for others. Because they often wander around the streets, they are very familiar with the city, and many people like to let these beggars do it when they report the news, at most a few copper plates, which is affordable and convenient.

Su Ziheng saw that although the little beggar's clothes were tattered, there was no unpleasant smell like other beggars, and then he saw that his little face was gray, but his eyes were very smart.

He smiled and asked, "Little guy, do you know where the Zhao Mansion is?" ”

The little beggar said: "Is the son talking about the Zhao Mansion of the Zhao Firm, or the Zhao Mansion of the Zhao Ju family in the south of the city?" ”

Those who can be called mansions must have a reputation, and the two largest Zhao mansions in Xining Mansion are the Zhao family and the Zhao Ju family.

Su Ziheng said: "The Zhao Mansion of the Zhao Firm, do you recognize it?" I have a letter that needs to be delivered to Master Zhao or Miss Zhao Wan'er, are you willing to run errands? ”

After speaking, Su Ziheng took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and said, "If you can deliver it, these silver will be rewarded to you." In addition, you can also ask Miss Zhao Wan'er to give another tip. ”

The silver in Su Ziheng's hand is not much, and it is only a few dollars. The little beggar's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly: "Childe, the little one knows the location of the Zhao Mansion, and he will definitely send it to Miss Zhao safely, and I guarantee that there will be no loss." ”

Immediately, the little beggar frowned, and asked timidly, "Childe, what if Miss Zhao or Master Zhao refuses to see me?" ”

Su Ziheng said lightly: "You just say that this is a letter that your uncle entrusted you to forward, and the doorman will not dare not report it." ”

The little beggar rejoiced, "The little one knows." ”

Su Ziheng threw the broken silver to him, handed over the envelope, and advised: "Be sure to deliver it to Miss Zhao or Master Zhao by hand." ”

The little beggar took the envelope, carefully carried it, and bowed to Su Ziheng: "Son, don't worry." ”

After Su Ziheng saw the little beggar leave, he instructed Old Man Sun: "Old Sun, let's continue walking, I hope to reach our destination as soon as possible and come back on the same day." Otherwise, it will be very dangerous for the displaced people from outside to gather more and more. ”

"Hey, Childe, please sit tight." Old man Sun shook the reins and shouted, "Drive!" ”

The carriage started slowly and headed out of the city.

Although Su Ziheng stopped to write a letter just now, all the women in the carriage tacitly did not mention it, but were talking about other topics. Su Ziheng couldn't help but sigh at the gap between men and women in this world, if it was in the previous life, there would be ghosts if he was not asked.

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The little beggar carried the envelope given by Su Ziheng and cautiously shuttled through the streets. He couldn't help but be careless, he had seen a beggar who helped people deliver letters was surrounded by several beggars in a small alley, and after a fat beating, he snatched the bounty and letters, and others sent them.

Therefore, the internal competition of beggars is also very large, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will suffer a big loss. However, he was lucky today, and he came to the gate of Zhao's mansion smoothly.

"Hey, where did you come from, little beggar, don't stand at the door of the Zhao Mansion."

Before the little beggar could take out the envelope in his arms, he heard the doorman driving people violently.

The little beggar hurriedly flattered: "This big brother, the little one has a letter here, which I want to pass on to Miss Zhao, please help inform me." ”

The doorman glanced at him coldly, and snorted: "Miss, how can you see it if you want to see it, if you want any letters, you give it to me, and I will help you pass it on." ”

The little beggar stopped doing it when he heard it, and the boy told him that he would hand it over to Miss Zhao or Master Zhao himself, otherwise it would be troublesome if he lost it. What's more, Miss Zhao will also have a reward for herself, if she transfers it to the doorman, the reward will not be the doorman's.

The little beggar shook his head like a rattle, "No, that boy said that he would hand it over to Miss Zhao himself." Oh, by the way, that boy said it was your uncle. ”

"Uncle?" The doorman was stunned for a moment, then his heart sank, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, and said to the little beggar: "Then don't run around here, I'll go in and inform my eldest lady." ”

If the biggest thing in the Zhao Mansion these days is that the eldest lady has found an uncle, and I have heard that she will "accept the levy" in a few days. The housekeeper has been operating at this time in the past few days, and it can be seen that the Zhao Mansion attaches great importance to this matter.

Zhao Si didn't dare to delay, in case the eldest lady knew, it was estimated that he would lose his errand. Soon Zhao Si led Zhao Wan'er and her maid Xi'er out.

Xi'er glanced at the little beggar standing at the door and asked, "You said that there is a letter handed over by my aunt, where is it, show it to me." ”

The little beggar recognized Zhao Wan'er at a glance, as the eldest lady of the Zhao family, she has often walked around the shops of the Zhao family in Xishi in recent years, so there are many people in Xining City who know her.

And Zhao Wan'er is kind-hearted, every winter when the weather is cold, she will give porridge to help the poor people, this little beggar who sent a letter had seen her at the soup kitchen last winter.