Naturally, this virtuous Miss Zhang was also commended by the imperial court and was listed as a festival woman, becoming a model for women, especially those from farming and reading families and rich families, for future generations to admire.

At this point, the story ended, and everyone in the audience seemed to be still satisfied, and everyone was intoxicated, and no one left immediately for a while.

But this does not include Xue Langjing, who spent money to buy materials, so she settled the bill and left in a hurry.

Out of the teahouse, Xue Langjing also lost the mind to continue shopping, and now that the night was dark, she walked in the direction where the inn was located.

Today's shopping on this street can only be said to be unlucky, how could my brain suddenly pump before, and spend money to buy destruction.

The shopkeeper is really, it's just false propaganda!

This is also called a lifetime of affection?

I don't know what this Miss Zhang thinks, with the strength of the whole family and the lifelong education to support a poor scholar and the son he had with other women.

And the scholar is also hypocritical, as soon as he was sure that his wife could not conceive, he said that he was an only child, and while opposing his wife taking concubines for him, he made both concubines pregnant and gave birth to children.

I don't know if the person who lifted the person knew under the spring, would he not be able to hold down the coffin board of the anger, and jump out directly to kill this unfilial girl.

When the scholar agreed to join the family, didn't he know that he was the only son in the family?

Since he knew, it means that when he entered the house, he had already accepted the fact that his incense had been broken.

If she wants her to say, this Miss Zhang should let the scholar choose for herself, or accept the fact that they can't have a future and continue to be her son-in-law.

If he does not agree, then let him go, go alone, or re-recruit a husband who cannot have a future.

She didn't believe it, thousands of acres of fertile land and several mansions could not allow Miss Zhang to recruit a husband who satisfied her.

If she can't accept that she doesn't have an heir, wouldn't it be good to raise a nephew from her cousins as an heir?

They are still related to themselves by blood, which is better than the scholars' 'sons' who have nothing to do with them, and they also cut off their own incense.

obviously regards the incense as heavier than the sky, so I feel that the incense of my husband's house cannot be broken, but I regard my own incense as nothing, which makes people speechless.

Miss Zhang's idea, she couldn't figure it out anyway.

What's even more puzzling is that how could such an enlightened character as Zhang Juren teach such a pedantic daughter?

Xue Langjing couldn't help but sigh as she walked.

is also a talented girl, this Miss Zhang is too different from Lin Chu and Wen An!

But no matter how indignant she is, this is just a rumored story for her, at most it makes her have a different opinion of the so-called talented women, and it does not affect her own life.

After going back to the inn and writing hard for a while, and recording the story, Xue Langjing slept peacefully, and she had to get up early tomorrow to carry the sack.

These physical tasks are really effective for her to improve her perception, and she naturally will not refuse because she feels too low-end.

The next day, she followed her own plan, going to work at the docks in the morning and leaving in the afternoon.

The wages in the city were indeed higher, and she earned two hundred and ten cents in just one morning, but the cost of food and lodging was also expensive.

After removing the expenses, she only saved 30 yuan, and after removing the money in yesterday's envelope, she now has a total of 400 yuan.

After lunch, Xue Langjing left the dock with his burden and walked to Xicheng, ready to leave the city.

Of course, the hurry did not delay her from continuing to observe the streets of the city, and after walking for a while, she saw a special stall selling calligraphy and painting and writing letters.

It is said to be special because the stall owner is a woman in her forties.

After walking away from home for so long, it was the first time she saw a woman setting up a stall to sell words.

When she finally met a literate woman, she couldn't help but come forward to talk.

"This sister", Xue Langjing made a gesture to the woman.

The woman returned the salute and called, "Sister." ”

Taking a closer look at her stall, Xue Langjing found that there were quite a few things sold in this stall, including words, paintings, poems, couplets, books, etc., as if they were related to literature, almost everything.

Xue Langjing sighed with emotion, "Sister, you sell a lot of things." ”

"Haha, it's just barely enough to support the family," the woman replied with a smile.

Xue Langjing shook his head and continued to watch the items for sale.

Only then did she realize that one or two of the paintings had almost no creases, and that the ink was fresh, and that it was not long before it looked new, and that there was a couplet on the table, and that the ink had not even dried.

Looking at the couplet again, she thought she couldn't write it.

And the poems mentioned in the new paintings, she can't write them either.

These discoveries shocked her again, not only herself, but even Qianyue, it seemed that she had not yet reached this level.

If the calligraphy and paintings sold by the woman were all made by herself, it would be too powerful!

After thinking about it, Xue Langjing couldn't help but ask, "Sister, can't these calligraphy, paintings, couplets, and the like all be made by yourself?" ”

I saw the woman nodding and said, "Naturally, nothing is borrowed from others." ”

"My sister is amazing!" Hearing her answer, Xue Langjing sighed again.

"What's this, it's just a mediocre person," the woman shook her head.

Looking at her expression, it was obviously not self-humility, but really thought so.

This made Xue Langjing puzzled, "Sister, you can write poems, paintings, inscriptions, pairs, everything, how can you be a mediocre person?" ”

But the woman sighed and asked, "You can only work hard every day and sell poems, calligraphy and paintings to support the family, so as to maintain the daily expenses of the family, how can you not be a mediocre person?" ”

Forehead...

"Since I left home, I have been out for more than 20 days, and I have only seen my sister a literate and versatile woman, my sister must not be presumptuous", Xue Langjing said with a sincere face.

The woman still shook her head, "My sister probably doesn't know, in this city, there are no less than five women like me who sell their knowledge for a living. ”

Five?

Xue Langjing's face was incredulous, "It's really fake!" ”

And the woman was already surprised, "Naturally, my sister is going out of the city?" ”

"Yes", Xue Langjing nodded.

"Then my sister will continue to walk, and you will see two more women on the road who are selling calligraphy and paintings like me," the woman continued.

It's too! It's scary!

I think that at the beginning, my family could mention a word to make the onlookers feel surprised, but I didn't expect that there were so many talented women in this city.

"Sister, what else do you can't do in literature?"

The woman thought for a moment, "As long as my sister can think of it, my sister will basically know it." ”

"Can my sister do the accounting?"

"Yes," the woman nodded.