It's to see if you can get a job.

After all, when you get rid of those jewelry, you can deal with it for a while at most.

If you want to support your family, you still have to have a stable job.

Women have a certain status and the employment environment is not bad, so that's good.

She took Sanniang to find a pawnshop first and pawned the jewelry brought back by Qiao's family.

Except, of course, for that jade plaque.

As she expected, the jewelry was really worthless, but it could be mixed for a few days.

Walking out of the pawnshop, Wen Yao and Sanniang went to the post post again to deliver a letter to their father in other places.

Sanniang said that the last time her father asked someone to bring a letter back, it was in Tancheng in the southeast, and it seemed that he was working in the fleet.

Therefore, now I am also writing a letter to Tancheng.

There are a lot of gentlemen who specialize in writing letters outside the post gate.

Help the illiterate people to repair and write letters, and writing one is a starting thirty yuan.

Wen Yao took a look, after all, the literacy rate in ancient times was not very high, and there were still many people who sent letters to Mr. Ask.

Some gentlemen even lined up in front of them.

She touched her chin.

In this way, it is still possible to make money by writing letters to people.

In modern times, almost every adult is literate, which is nothing.

But in ancient times, literacy should have been a tool for making a living, and it didn't require much capital.

Wen Yao retracted her thoughts, looked around again, there was no trace of Sanniang, and looked around again, only to see that she was already standing at a ghostwriter's place, as if negotiating the price, and hurriedly walked over and pulled her: "What are you doing?" ”

"Find a gentleman to help us fix the book for Dad."

Wen Yao chuckled: "What are you doing with that money?" You go and borrow pen and paper, and I'll write it myself. ”

"What?" Sanniang was taken aback, "Sister, can you write a letter?" When will you be able to read? ”

Except for the eldest brother who passed away, the family went to private school, and her sister and her and Shiro never went to school at all.

Not to mention writing, she didn't even recognize her own name.

"Well, I've read and written in Qiao's house over the years." Wen Yao whispered.

Sanniang slapped her braincase, too, oh, I almost forgot.

My sister even learned medical skills in Qiao's house, and of course literacy is nothing.

However, when the ghostwriter saw that the business in his hand was gone, he snorted and glanced at Wen Yao:

"Yo, I can't see that you little lady is still literate. I can tell you, writing a letter is not just a few words can be written, but also written smoothly, so that people can understand, the writing is not clear, but the money you deliver the letter is also spent in vain. ”

Wen Yao saw that Mr. ghostwriter looked down on the woman, and only smiled lightly: "Don't worry, it's just a letter from home." ”

Seeing that she was so confident, Mr. ghostwriter became more and more contemptuous, so he pushed the pen and paper on his desk over. Sarcasm: "Okay, then you can write it yourself." ”

Looking at the little lady's dress, it doesn't look like a solid door, but like a village girl from the village below.

Even if you know a few big characters, you may not be able to write any coherent letters.

If even a village woman can write a family letter casually, then what else is a ghostwriter like him who has read books?

It's up to her to write something.

If you don't make sense of the writing and don't have a lot of words, you can also make people look at jokes.

As soon as Mr. ghostwriter shouted this, several people around him who were waiting to repair the book also gathered around, and they looked lively.

Wen Yao took the brush, dipped it in ink, brewed for a while, and began to write.

Although she is a modern person, she has been exposed to Chinese culture since she was a child, practicing calligraphy at the age of four and Chinese painting since she was six years old.

The foundation of traditional calligraphy and painting for nearly twenty years is not covered.

Compared with modern people, her knowledge of classical Chinese is also much better.

It may be because of this that she chose to specialize in Chinese medicine.

In one go, Mr. ghostwriter's eyes were visibly rounded.

Although the surrounding people are illiterate, they can also see that this little lady's words are chic and neat, and they are beautiful and graceful, beautiful like flowers, which is very pleasing to the eye.

"Wow, this girl is really literate."

"It's weirdly pretty."

"I look at this word, it's more handsome than Mr. ghostwriter."

Wen Yao didn't say anything about being driven back by the Qiao family in the letter, so as not to make her father anxious when she saw it in Tancheng, but only roughly said that there was an accident at home, and asked her father to come back as soon as possible.

After the payment, he put down his pen and looked at the stunned ghostwriter lightly:

"The little woman shouldn't have embarrassed the woman, right?"

Mr. ghostwriter's face flushed slightly, and he felt like he had hit his feet, turned his head, and didn't speak again.

Wen Yao gave the letter to Sanniang.

For the first time, Sanniang tried the feeling of being the center of attention, proudly glanced at the ghostwriter, and entered the post post with the letter that her sister had just written.

After sending the letter, the two sisters went to buy some oil and rice and other necessities with the silver used as jewelry.

The two were about to return to the village contentedly, when they passed a shop, but they heard a voice shouting:

“…… Sanniang? Is it the Wen family's Sanniang? ”

Wen Yao and Sanniang turned around.

Not far behind him is a pharmacy called Jishitang.

At the door of the pharmacy, an old man in his fifties was leaning out and looking at Sanniang tentatively.

When Sanniang saw the old man, she was stunned twice, and then hurriedly walked over: "Shopkeeper Yao, I haven't seen you for a long time." That's right, it's me, I'm Wen Sanniang! ”

"Sure enough, it's you, Sanniang, I said it looks a bit like it, but I don't dare to confirm it." Yao Qinghan sighed, "The last time I saw you, you and your father brought herbs over, and you were still a little girl at that time. Now they're almost big girls. ”

At this moment, Wen Yao stepped forward and looked at the shopkeeper Yao, who seemed to have a little impression in her memory, but she didn't remember it too clearly: "Sanniang, this is ......"

Sanniang immediately introduced in a low voice: "Sister, this is Yao Qinghan of Jishitang, Yao's shopkeeper, in the past, when my father was at home, he often provided medicinal herbs to Jishitang, and sent them to the town regularly, and I was always brought with me at that time, and you also came twice, but you were timid when you were a child and were afraid of people, so your father brought me more, you may not remember." Yao's shopkeeper is very good, he is very kind to my family's herbs, and he has a lot of silver taels, and he has a good relationship with his father. ”

I see. Wen Yao also gave a salute to Yao Qinghan: "Yao is a good shopkeeper." ”

Yao Qinghan looked at Wen Yao, and Cihe's face was a little puzzled: "Sanniang, this is your sister Erniang, right?" Hey, I've heard about your family, too...... Your father went out to work while going to your mother, leaving your three siblings at home and being taken care of by your uncle and aunt...... But how are you here? …… Is this going back to my parents' home? ”

Sanniang's face moved, she didn't speak, she only whispered: "Well, my sister will live at home in the future and won't leave." ”

Yao Qinghan had eaten more salt than ordinary people had ever eaten, and when he saw Sanniang's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, he guessed that there was something unspeakable.