This guy waited for a long time, but he never saw Xian'er come back, and finally died......

Maybe it was because he drank some porridge and felt that he had regained some strength, Li Ce slowly got up and got out of bed. He looked at the room again, the furnishings in the room were very simple, a square table with a few tea bowls on it, a desk by the window seemed to be a desk, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone piled on it, a basin shelf in the corner, or a bronze basin.

Wash his face first to refresh himself, so he slowly paced to the basin, leaned down and washed his face with water in his hand, and after washing, he habitually looked for a towel, and when he looked up, he was stunned when he saw the person in the bronze mirror, strange, what is going on? I saw the person in the mirror, his expression was haggard, his face was pale, a bamboo hairpin on his head was tied in a bun, and his facial features were distinct, but his eyes were full of exhaustion, showing a kind of sickness.

Li Ce hesitated to touch his face with his hand, and the person in the mirror also touched his face with his hand, "snap" Li Ce's hand fell on the edge of the copper basin, he looked at the person in the mirror numbly, and muttered to himself: It's over, it's over, it's big, look at this situation, if you are not dreaming, you have accidentally fallen into the time and space tunnel and traveled to ancient times, oh my God, in order to save ninety yuan, this is a big loss......

After a month and a half like this, during which Xian'er came to see Li Ce every now and then, every time she came, she would bring him something delicious, sometimes chicken soup, sometimes some desserts, Li Ce's body recovered quickly under the nourishment of these things, and now there is basically no big problem.

In the past few days, Li Ce has also learned some "himself" intermittently from Xian'er's mouth, it is an unbelievable coincidence, and now his name is still Li Ce! At the age of nineteen, he is a scholar, as for his appearance, Li Ce has looked at the mirror seriously in private, but he is also a handsome young man, but he is too weak and lacks a little manhood.

At first, Li Ce was careful to hide it, afraid that he would be accidentally put into a goof, but later he gradually found that Xian'er didn't seem to care much about his amnesia, and even felt a little bit of joy, which made Li Ce a little puzzled.

At the same time, he also knew that the dynasty he was in now was the Great Song Dynasty, which was in the Ming and Dao years, in 1031 AD......

For more than half a month, Li Ce sat at the door in a daze when he had nothing to do, how did he get here, everything was like a dream......

This guy is an optimistic and open-minded person, thinking about his life in his previous life, it doesn't seem to be very good, anyway, he is one person who eats enough and the whole family is not hungry.

As soon as I figured it out, this guy thought of the beauties in ancient costumes on TV before, tsk, that figure, that look, and the key is to serve people...... Oh, didn't you see one just now, and that look is definitely at the level of a school flower, hehe...... If you don't get it, there will be peach blossom luck!

Da Song, I'm here!

Li Ce's body recovered quickly, but recently he found a problem, Xian'er didn't come for two days, I don't know what's going on.

Once this person gets used to it, he is easy to rely on, there has been no fairy to send food in the past two days, Li Ce is like a mouse who has been hungry for a long time, everything that can be eaten at home has been rummaged, and the only remaining little corn has been eaten, as the saying goes, people are iron rice is steel, if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic, and you won't eat breakfast today, and it will be noon again, and your stomach will already be hungry.

It seems that you can't just sit and wait, if Xian'er doesn't come for ten days and a half months, won't you have to starve to death? Besides, a manly husband, how can he point to a woman to support? Li Ce, Li Ce, you still claim to be an outstanding young man in the 21st century, and now you are so mixed that you can't even eat, are you ashamed? Li Ce despised himself in his heart, and decided to go out and see if there was anything he could do to make a living, and then solve the problem of food and clothing first.

As soon as he cleaned up and was about to go out, a guest came to the house, an old man with gray hair and beard, who looked to be over sixty years old, and the old man entered the door and said, "Li Xiucai is ready to go out?" ”

"Oh, there's nothing to do to go out and about, go around, huh...... Why is there something wrong with the old man? "This is still the first Song Dynasty person that Li Ce came into contact with except for the girl named Xian'er.

"I haven't heard from my son for a while, and the old man wants to ask Xiucai Gong to help write a letter to his family again." The old man said tremblingly.

"Oh, this thing, it's easy to say, it's easy to say" Li Ce said with a smile, it's easy to write a letter.

"Well, I have to trouble you every time, the old man is really upset, when my son comes back, I must let him thank you well......" The old man chattered and said a lot of good things.

He was still babbling, but Li Ce smiled slyly and suddenly had an idea. He hurriedly interrupted the old man and said, "Oh, uncle, what do you think you are polite?" It's just a gesture, but I'm sorry to make you uncomfortable all the time if you don't want to go, right? Otherwise, I haven't eaten today, or I'll finish writing later, let's go to the restaurant? ”

The old man was stunned and didn't speak......

"Uh...... That one...... Without further ado, let's start writing. Li Ce's stomach was already growling, and he hurriedly urged.

The old man seemed to have taken a long time to understand Li Ce's words, and he hurriedly shook his head and said: "Xiucai Gong said that he laughed, how can the old man have the money to invite you to a restaurant, otherwise, if you don't dislike it, the old man's house still has some surplus food, so it's better to go to the old man's house to make do with it." ”

Li Ce calculated, alas, okay, although he can't eat in a restaurant, looking at the old man's dress, it is estimated that there will be no delicacies at home, at most there will be cakes and pickles, but it is better than being hungry, I didn't expect this old man to be quite good at bargaining......

The old man's surname is Zhang, only one street away from Li Ce's house, and he has a young son who is busy outside, named Zhang Tiezhu, and the meaning of this name is that life is as hard as iron, easy to feed. Zhang Laohan is illiterate, and his correspondence with his son is written and read by Li Ce, oh, of course, this Li Ce is the previous Li Ce.

Li Ce never reciprocated when he wrote letters for him before, because Zhang Laohan praised Li Ce's beautiful writing every time, and the literati were a little fond of some false names, plus Li Ce was indeed a famous talent in ten miles and eight townships, and he won the first place in the township test last year, he studied the sage books at home all day long, and it was rare to have such a loyal fan, so the old man came to ask him to write letters, and he never refused.

Zhang Laohan is actually very shrewd, he actually understood the moment he was stunned just now, and the fortune teller on the street also wrote letters on his behalf, but he asked for money, he had written no less than ten letters to Li Ce before and after, and it was worth it to calculate a meal, not to mention that he would continue to count on him in the future, so he quickly figured it out after weighing the pros and cons, and made a steady profit, so he quickly agreed, but the grade was lowered all of a sudden, and it became commonplace from a restaurant.

Zhang Laohan read it in his mouth, and Li Ce ghostwrote, but he didn't expect that as soon as Li Ce put pen to paper, he was severely despised by Zhang Laohan.

"Huh? Li Daxiucai, your handwriting is wrong today? Although I can't read, but today your writing is also ugly, why do I look like a **-year-old child has just learned to write? ”

Li Ce was embarrassed when he heard it, this ancient man naturally used a brush to write, and he learned to write with a brush for a few days when he was in elementary school, and at best he knew how to hold a pen, as for this font and beauty...... Think about the pen words that I have written for more than 20 years, just like that bear, let alone the most difficult brush words.

"Uh...... Uncle Zhang, are you really illiterate? Li Ce suddenly had some doubts.

"If the old man is literate, can he still be troublesome and talented?" Zhang Laohan sighed.

"Well, that's right, you said that Ni can't read at all, where is there any appreciation, how can you see that my words are ugly?" Li Ce pouted.

"I ......" Uncle Zhang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Don't talk yet, I haven't finished yet, okay, I didn't tell you because I told you, and you didn't understand, but since you asked, then I'll tell you. Actually, this font is my new creation.,Sensei said you.,Even ordinary readers can't appreciate it.,Uh...... Confucian, yes, Confucian, you know, right? ”

Zhang Laohan shook his head in confusion.

"Oh, I know you don't understand, it's okay I'll explain to you, Confucianism is a very learned person, such as champions, university scholars, you always know champions, right? Well, only people of this level can appreciate it. Li Ce explained earnestly.

"Okay, okay, don't look like dementia, you can't write yet, Mali, you don't care if he looks good or not, your son can understand it." Li Ce saw that Zhang Laohan was still looking demented, and he only felt that he had just played the piano to the cow.

Zhang Laohan nodded as if he didn't understand, and said to himself: "This scholar is amazing, what I regret most about my old man is that his family was poor when he was a child, and he didn't study......

"Okay, okay, don't feel sorry for yourself there, you have to eat after writing" Li Ce saw that he started chattering again, and hurriedly interrupted him.

"Hey, Xiucaigong, why is this word not only ugly today, oh, no, your newly created way of writing, why has the word changed? Although I can't read and write, my son's name "Zhang Tiezhu" is still known to me, and what you wrote is obviously wrong. Zhang Laohan looked at Li Ce with a questioning expression.

Li Ce chuckled in his heart, it's broken! I forgot that this ancient Chinese character was written in traditional Chinese, and what I wrote was a simplified Chinese character, and this simplified Chinese character was a typo in this era. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed, alas, an illiterate old man can laugh at himself, it's really a shame to throw it to grandma's house.

"Zhang Laohan, you tell the truth, you are really illiterate?" Li Ce asked with a smile on his face.

"Ah, I'm really illiterate, Xiucaigong, what's wrong with you today?" Zhang Laohan was a little anxious.

"Hey, I didn't want to tell you......"

"Oh, I know Xiucaigong, this is also your original font, right?"

"Huh? You know? But strictly speaking, it's not my creation, in fact, it's been there for a long time, but you illiterate people don't know it. Li Ce only felt some cold sweat on his back, it took so much to fool an ignorant old man in the Song Dynasty, thanks to being an illiterate old man today, or he would have to wear it...... It seems that the ancients were not so easy to fool.