There is a hall in the city of Gusu, called Xuanmiaoguan, which is the most prosperous place of Gusu incense. There is a street in front of the view, the name is called the front street, the good men and women must enter the mystical view from this street, and over time it has become the commercial center of Gusu City.

In the street market, there is a tide of people all year round, and the sound of hawking is endless, which is always a lively scene.

The businesses here are all small businesses, mostly related to food, such as spring rolls, noodles, chaos, rice porridge, etc., all of which are different and different.

Wei Jue was in the middle of it, but he seemed to be cut off from the noise.

There is always a big gap between reality and ideals, he used to be a teacher, he had never done business, and now he has no idea how to start his business.

He was stunned for a while before he began to move.

He walked along the road, touching as he went, and finally by feeling, stopped at the entrance of the road. There are also a lot of people setting up stalls here, but fortunately, he doesn't have many things, and it is not difficult to find a vacancy. After putting down the stool he had brought with him, he set up a wooden pole with a white cloth hanging on it, on which four words were sewn with black thread: Write letters on behalf of him, which was made by green bamboo overnight.

After doing all this, his ass landed on the bench, but he sat down and didn't move for a long time.

The people in front of him walked wave after wave, but none of them stopped, and the other stalls in the vicinity were already busy. He secretly laughed at himself in his heart: things are always easier to think about, but difficult to do.

It's a hot summer, the heat is getting heavier and heavier, and at noon, there are fewer people coming and going, and it's time to close the market.

"Young man, give."

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Wei Jue followed the prestige and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a farmer standing beside him. This man was the owner of a tea shop next to him, and as he spoke, he handed Wei Wei a tea bowl containing his home-brewed herbal tea.

Wei Jue sat for a morning, and it was already unbearable heat at this time, and when he saw this tea, he instinctively took it and drank it all.

This herbal tea was in his stomach, and he immediately felt refreshed, and couldn't help but secretly say: Good tea.

"Thank you, uncle."

Wei Jue said, and handed the tea bowl back again.

The middle-aged man took the bowl and asked, "Young man, what are you doing here?" ”

He watched Wei Jue sit there motionless all morning, and felt strange, so he asked.

After hearing this, Wei Jue explained: "Uncle, I want to help someone write letters on my behalf and exchange some money." ”

"Oh." The middle-aged man responded, and then shook his head, "Young man, you are not good at business." ”

Wei Jue had also realized that it was not easy at this time, and he sighed secretly when he heard this.

"Young man, no one will come on the street on this hot day, you can come and sit in my shop."

Hard-working people naturally know the difficulties of hard-working people, and this middle-aged man looked at Wei Jue pitifully, so he wanted to help him.

Wei Jue knew that what he said was the truth, and he was not hypocritical, so he accepted his own things and followed him to the tea shop.

Although this tea shop is also very simple, it is really much better than Wei Jue's open-air stall, at least there is a shade shed here. The tea shop not only sells tea, but also makes some pasta and other transactions, and now there are several customers eating meat noodles in this shop.

This meat noodle not only uses meat bones and eel bone hanging soup, but also adds sake lees and screws. The topping is a piece of fatty stewed meat, white in color that melts in your mouth.

Wei Jue had not eaten the water and rice since the morning, and when he smelled the smell of meat, he immediately felt unbearable hunger in his stomach.

"Young man, you're hungry, uncle will give you a bowl of noodles."

The middle-aged man's words were like a long drought, and they spoke to Wei Jue's heart.

But it was so fruitless, he felt that he couldn't help it, so he said, "Uncle, I brought my own food." ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of bread from the cloth bag, which was prepared by Luzhu in advance, and women always think about it a lot, especially women from poor families.

This biscuit was astringent and tasteless, Wei Jue ate it in his mouth, but his eyes looked at the meat noodles, which was a feeling he hadn't experienced for a long time.

Come to think of it, it seems that in the past, when he was still studying, he lived such a life. This made him think of the past, the life he couldn't go back to, and the parents he couldn't see.

"Young man, give."

The middle-aged man's voice called Wei Jue back, and there was now a bowl of fragrant meat noodles in front of him.

"Uncle, I don't have any money, I can't afford this." Wei Jue said, shaking his head, but his nose couldn't help but sniff a few more times.

"Uncle doesn't want your money, aren't you writing letters for others, I'll exchange this bowl of noodles for a letter to you, you see this business, what can you do?"

The middle-aged man's words touched Wei Jie, and after a while, he nodded and said, "Thank you, uncle, then let's write a letter." As he spoke, he took out a pen and inkstone from his bag and placed it on the wooden table.

"Don't be busy, you eat the noodles first, and then it's not too late to write."

Writing a letter was the reason that the middle-aged man came up with, he just wanted to help this young man, but Wei Jiejie was unwilling: "Uncle, I know you want to help me, but it is useless, I write a letter first, so that I can eat this noodles with peace of mind." ”

"Well, according to you, after all, you are a reader, and you talk a set of things."

The middle-aged man smiled and sat down at the wooden table.

The middle-aged man's name was Yang Wu, a native of Wu County, Suzhou, and the letter was addressed to his relatives in the countryside. The letter is not long, that is, to talk about your own affairs, and then ask about the things at home, just a few crosses.

After writing, Wei Jie: "Fifth uncle, add some auspicious words at the end of the letter." After knowing Fifth Uncle Yang's name, he changed his name.

"Okay, okay, up to you." Fifth Uncle Yang is an easy-going person, so he followed Wei Jue.

"Then write that I wish the whole family happiness and good health." Wei Jue said, writing down these nine words.

When the ink dried, he pushed the letter in front of Fifth Uncle Yang: "Fifth Uncle, do you think this letter is properly written?" ”

"The fifth uncle is illiterate, so he listens to you." Fifth Uncle Yang said, looked at the words, and said with a smile, "Young man, talented, I think this word is better than what is written in the county order." ”

"Fifth uncle, my name is Wei Jue, you can call my name in the future." Wei Jue said, folded the letter, and handed it to Fifth Uncle Yang, "Fifth Uncle, you have taken it." ”

Fifth Uncle Yang nodded, and put the letter written by Wei Jue into his arms: "Okay, you have also written the letter, eat noodles quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." ”

"Hey."

Wei Jue agreed, and immediately started to use his chopsticks, he was really hungry and hungry.

After the noodle guests left, the tea shop quieted down, and Uncle Yang chatted with Wei Jue: "Wei Jue, Uncle saw that you didn't come out of an ordinary family, why did you come to this market to set up a stall today?" ”

Wei Jue was wearing a blue and white Confucian shirt at this time, and it seemed that he really didn't want the children of ordinary people.

Wei Jue heard the words and replied: "Fifth uncle, something happened in my family, I lack money to buy food, and I can only read and write, so I want to write for others and make some money." His words are half-truths and half-truths, it's not that he doesn't want to tell the truth, but he's afraid that he will say it, and this Fifth Uncle Yang doesn't understand.

"It's not easy." After Uncle Yang sighed, he said, "But on this hot day, you have been under this sun, and people will have accidents." ”

Wei Jue himself knew that this was only the first time he had come out to do such a thing, and he had thought too little.

Fifth Uncle Yang then said: "That's it, Fifth Uncle will give you an empty table, and you will be in Fifth Uncle's shop and do your business." ”

Wei Jue was very touched by his words, this was the first stranger who was willing to help him for free since he came here.

"That's it, you listen to the fifth uncle."

Fifth Uncle Yang said again, Wei Jue nodded, and said no more.

That afternoon, Wei Jue hung the white cloth outside the tea shop, but there was still no one to write the letter, he had nothing to do, so he helped Uncle Yang.

Since then, this tea shop has an extra signboard to write letters on behalf of others, and there is also an extra little guy to help.