Chapter 206: Rules
The shopkeeper of the macro study is surnamed Sun, who used to be a child from a hard background, and later met the father-in-law who opened the study. From a homeless child who almost died of starvation, to a young man in the study, to a coquettish guest in front of the owner's house, his life has achieved a qualitative leap.
What brought him all this was reading, and if he hadn't studied hard by working in the study, and finally got admitted to Tongsheng, his father-in-law would not have taken a fancy to him and finally married his daughter to him, and left the study to him.
Therefore he had great pity for the children of poor families, and for the children who were very hardworking.
Especially when this child from a poor family can write neat words with his left hand, it is even more impressive.
"Okay." Shopkeeper Sun took the word and nodded.
From his point of view, the handwriting is okay, but the wrist strength is insufficient, and the words written are not strong. But after all, such a young child, and his left hand, can see that he has a famous teacher to guide him, and he has also worked hard.
The left hand can be written like this, and the right hand is probably better.
"Am I passing then?" Ah Di raised his head and looked at him, his big eyes blinked, and the heart of the shopkeeper Sun was about to melt.
"Passed." Shopkeeper Sun nodded, "But what books do you want to copy?" "Qionglin Kindergarten", "Three Character Classic", or you can also copy the book......"
Like the "Three Character Classic", a copy of this book is given 50 yuan, and the handwriting should be neat, the book is relatively much easier, a book of 60 yuan, it doesn't matter if the handwriting is poor.
After all, most of the people who read the book are not very literate, and they don't have the heart to do learning, and what they see is just a lively, but because there is a market, the book sells better than normal books, so it costs ten dollars to copy a book.
"But seeing that you are wearing a Confucian shirt, you must also want to study, so it is best to copy some "Three Character Classics". Shopkeeper Sun said: "First, I can review the old and learn the new, and second, I can also practice more words." ”
There is another point he didn't say, copying a book is not a serious matter, copying is bound to read at the same time, children are not strong-minded, easy to go astray, if this is a pity to abandon their studies.
Ah Di was silent for a moment, he was already familiar with the "Three Character Classic" and "Qionglin Kindergarten", and he didn't need to review the old and learn the new, but the shopkeeper Sun had a sentence that was right, and he could take the opportunity to practice more words.
"Can I copy the Four Books and the Five Classics?" Adi asked.
He only learned a little and a half of the four books, and if he could take this opportunity to copy more, he would naturally be able to memorize them silently. As for the meaning in it, Xixi, who used to teach him his coursework, said that he would memorize it first and then understand it slowly, and if he met a great Confucian, he would ask for advice.
In this way, learning, practicing calligraphy, and making money will not be delayed.
"What's this......" Shopkeeper Sun looked at his brother, "If you can write with your right hand, maybe you can." ”
After all, unlike basic introductory things, the words are not good-looking, and he is not easy to sell.
Ah Di pouted, knowing that people disliked that the words on his left hand were not beautiful enough, but he didn't think about writing with his right hand.
Although more than half a year has passed now, and it seems to be safe, many people in the palace know his words, and he can't take a little risk.
There weren't many people who had seen the words on his left hand, and Ruber had seen them, so he wasn't worried.
"Then I'll copy the notebook." Adi quickly made a decision.
Shopkeeper Sun was a little disappointed, but he could understand that ten cents didn't seem to be much, but he could make an extra amount of money by writing five books.
"Okay, if you think about it." Shopkeeper Sun took out a notebook casually, and took out more than a dozen pieces of paper, which was used for Ah Di to copy books, and took out two or three more, keeping the ones he wrote wrongly for backup.
Ah Di was very satisfied with this, and at first he thought that he would publish the paper himself, so that he would earn less.
"Thank you, Shopkeeper Sun." Ah Di reached out to get the notebook, but was held down by the shopkeeper Sun, and looked up at him suspiciously.
"You've got to get the money first." Shopkeeper Sun pointed to the notebook and stretched out a slap, "Five hundred Wen, this is the rule." ”
This is to be sold, and he doesn't know his brother, what if he doesn't return it under the pretext of copying books?
Five hundred dollars is equivalent to the price of this book, and he took it and only bought it.
Brother was embarrassed, Sister Qingyou usually gave him some pocket money, ranging from a few to a dozen yuan, but he usually spent it casually, which would make him take out so much money at once, he really couldn't take it out.
Shopkeeper Sun also saw it, thought about it and put away his four fingers, "In this way, you take a hundred Wen, this is to take care of you as a child, and it can't be less." ”
He can't take out a hundred yuan, but ten yuan is okay.
"Why don't you go home and get ......" Shopkeeper Sun's words were interrupted by Ah Di before he could finish speaking.
"I'll come back the day after tomorrow." After Ah Di finished speaking, he put away his things and turned around and walked out of the study.
Shopkeeper Sun looked at his back and shook his head, he can't take it out today, and the day after tomorrow will be the same. It is not easy for a poor family to provide for their children to study, and it is estimated that the Confucian shirt on his body is the best clothes for the whole family, how can such a family be willing to pay a hundred yuan for the child to mess around?
Even if he can really make money copying books, his family may not believe it.
Brother went home, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Erxi and Goudan leading a few people to go out with him.
"Where have you been, we've been looking for you several times." Erxi leaned over, looked at the Confucian shirt on Ah Di's body, and looked envious, "You're going to school?" ”
Ah Di nodded.
Several boys next to him also came around, with a look on their faces that could not be said to be envy or anything, none of them had gone to school, and the adults in the family were illiterate, so they had no concept of this aspect since childhood.
Suddenly a person from among them who went to school appeared in the classroom, which felt quite subtle, and there was a lot of envy.
They are all children, and they can't think of it that far, but they are envious of being able to wear clean and beautiful Confucian shirts, and the atmosphere of being with a group of scholars in the school, which feels quite strange.
"What kind of book does a girl study?" I don't know which child muttered, and his tone was sour.
The rest of the boys were stunned, they mixed with Adi every day, went up to the tree to dig birds' eggs, went down to the river to catch fish, ran crazy all over the street, and no one really looked at Adi as a girl.
Are there girls who fight all day long?
Especially when Ah Di fights, he can't carry any of them.
"What are you talking about?" Erxi quit, he is the best with his brother, and he can't stand others talking about his brother.
Ah Di also looked over.
He was a little powerful in this group of children, and the child who looked at it was a little timid, but he still rubbed his nose and muttered in a low voice, "That's right." ”
Erxi wanted to say something more, but was stopped by his brother, glanced at the child who spoke, and turned around and said, "Forget it, it's okay." ”
Originally, he is now a "girl", and there is nothing to say.
Ah Di still has something to do, let a few children go first, only Erxi can't drive away, so he can only let him go home......