Midsummer is coming and the weather is getting hotter and hotter, a few days ago it was a heavy rain, I thought it would be cool for a few days after the rain, but I didn't expect the rain to just harvest, the big sun hung in the air, the rain on the ground was steamed, resulting in the weather is wet and hot, making people feel like staying in a big steamer, not to mention how uncomfortable.

Yuan Gongyu pulled his sleeve with one hand to give himself a wind, and held a bamboo pole with the other, with a pair of banners hanging on it, on the book "write letters" four big characters, the words are as they intended, he is living by writing letters on behalf of others, after all, many people in the Tang Dynasty are illiterate, and if they want to write letters to their relatives, they have to be written by others.

"This ghost weather, still makes people can't live?" Although he kept squeezing the wind with his sleeves, Yuan Gongyu still felt uncomfortable with the heat, and couldn't help muttering at the moment. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a luxurious carriage galloping in front of him, bringing a somewhat strange cool breeze.

You don't need to look at Yuan Gongyu to guess that there must be an ice basin in this kind of aristocratic carriage, and it is extremely cool for people to sit in it, in contrast, he can only sit under the big sun on the side of the road, waiting for a foolish person who can't read big words to let him write a letter, and then earn a few pennies of hard-earned money, this huge gap really makes him feel uneasy.

Yuan Gongyu is a scholar, although he was born poor, but his family wholeheartedly supports him to study, and he is also very smart, even the gentleman who taught him praised him as a genius, and he will be the champion of high school in the future.

Yuan Gongyu has been arrogant since he was a child, but he didn't expect to lose the imperial examination, which made him feel shameless in the face of his fellow villagers, maybe he would be ridiculed by some people when he went back, so he simply stayed in Chang'an, ready to study hard for a few more years, and wait until the next time the imperial court opens a branch to take a scholar, try again.

However, it is not easy to live in Chang'an, whether it is rent or usual food, clothing, housing and transportation, all of them are more expensive than other places, Yuan Gongyu's family is very poor, when he came to Chang'an, his family was already devoured, so the money he brought was quickly spent, and in desperation, he thought of writing letters for others to make a living.

Originally, Yuan Gongyu wrote a letter for people at the gate of a large temple in Chang'an, where there were not only many people, but also among the people who came to burn incense and worship the Buddha, many of them were praying for their relatives in the distance, and after burning incense, they missed in their hearts, so by the way, they found a letter in front of the temple gate and wrote a letter to their relatives in the distance, so Yuan Gongyu's daily income was also good, at least he could support himself, and occasionally save some money to find friends to go to the tavern for two drinks.

"I don't know what happened to the court to be crazy, I actually sealed the temple door, and even I, a scholar, went to a mixed place like Xishi to beg for a living!" Yuan Gongyu complained in a low voice again at this time, originally he was also a high-ranking scholar, but in the past two years, he has written letters to people under the guise of three religions, and all kinds of people from the three religions and nine streams have inevitably come into contact, and as a result, after two years, he has also become a lot more philistine.

It turned out that the temple door for life was sealed, Yuan Gongyu couldn't find a suitable place for a while, and finally simply came to the most lively West Market in Chang'an City, but it is precisely because there are many people here, so there are a little vacant seats on both sides of the street, which has long been occupied by others, fortunately Yuan Gongyu found that a huge building is being built in front of the door, and the vacant land next to it is full of all kinds of sundries, although it is dirty here, and there are no trees to block the sun, but at least no one is competing with him for land, so he is also setting up a stall here.

However, although there are a lot of people coming in and out of Fangmen, few people stop to ask Yuan Gongyu to write letters, after all, most of the people who come here are businessmen, since they are businessmen, even if they are illiterate, there will be literate people around them, so naturally there is no need to spend money to let others write letters.

Yuan Gongyu sat on the side of the road and watched the pedestrian vehicles coming and going, especially when some vehicles that were obviously taken by dignitaries and nobles passed by, his face couldn't help but show a little envy and jealousy.

Thinking of the above, Yuan Gongyu couldn't help but sigh secretly, at this time, noon was approaching, and the sun overhead was more like it was about to scorch people, Yuan Gongyu also felt thirsty at this time, but the water brought today had already been drunk, and it was past the time for lunch, causing him to be thirsty and hungry now, and his stomach was like a drum.

At that moment, Yuan Gongyu stretched out his hand and touched it in his arms, but only touched five copper coins, which was also the last bit of money on his body, if he couldn't get business this afternoon, I am afraid he would have to starve at night, in fact, he didn't eat this morning, just poured a stomach of cold water and came out to set up a stall, but he didn't even do a business.

Yuan Gongyu had the intention to save the money and save it for dinner in the evening, so that he could hold on for another day tomorrow, but he was really hungry and uncomfortable, and he was also very thirsty, especially the stall opposite where he bought Hu Cake came out with a tempting aroma from time to time, which was the greatest torture for him.

In the end, Yuan Gongyu couldn't help it, but he was reluctant to buy Hu cakes to eat, but came to a steamed cake shop next to him, the steamed cakes in it cost two pennies a piece, much cheaper than Hu cakes, he was cheeky and talked to the old woman who sold steamed cakes for a long time, so he bought three steamed cakes with five copper coins, and then filled the gourd he brought with water, and then returned to his stall, and ate a half-steamed cake in one go, but the rest was reluctant to eat again, ready to save for the evening to eat one, and eat half tomorrow morning, In this way, I will have the strength to come out tomorrow.

Yuan Gongyu is only in his twenties, it is the most edible time, and the poorer the person, the more he can eat, a half-steamed cake to eat, but he has no feeling in his stomach, and finally can only pour half a stomach of cold water, barely resist the hunger, and then listlessly sit on the stall waiting for the letter writer to come to the door, if you are lucky, maybe there will be business in the afternoon.

But when people are unlucky, they drink cold water and stuff their teeth, Yuan Gongyu sat in the sun for an afternoon, seeing that the sun was about to go down, but he didn't even have a business, and although the sun was not so poisonous, the weather became more sultry, and the clothes on his body were sticky to the flesh and skin, which made people unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Heaven will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, and empty their bodies......" Yuan Gongyu carried "Mencius" to cheer himself up, while preparing to collect the stall and go home, but at this moment, suddenly only heard a commotion in front of the fang, and then many pedestrians surrounded him.