Liu Changqing took out a fan from his sleeve and unfolded it.

The fan surface is woven with silk, which is whiter than snow, and obviously costs a lot of money. There should have been some landscape paintings next to the, but now they are empty.

"Miss Yingying wants Xiaojing's Mobao, but there is no reason where can she easily get it? I brought the fan she had drawn half-drawn, and asked Xiaojing to add a few strokes to her, which would be considered a Mobao. I didn't expect him to have returned to the mansion, he didn't like us to go to the mansion to bother, I'm afraid it won't be today. ”

He said slowly, dejected.

Lin Muran looked at the fan, frowned and asked: "Even if you paint this fan, people will only remember Brother Jing's goodness, not because of you." ”

Liu Changqing didn't care, and said slowly: "Naturally, it's good to think of me." If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have been able to paint Xiaojing. ”

Lin Muran had an idea, picked up the pen and drew on the fan.

Liu Changqing: "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

His voice alarmed the Master in front of him.

Du Yin, who was sitting next to him, held up the bamboo roll and coughed to remind them. And this cough woke up Tang Zhuangyuan, who was lying on the other side and was sleeping in a daze, and hurriedly picked up the bamboo roll.

“…… Therefore, the scriptures are based on five things, and the school is calculated, and the feelings are asked: one is the Tao, the second is the sky, the third is the earth, the fourth is the general, and the fifth is the law......"

Several people in the back row picked up the bamboo scroll, shook their heads and followed the recitation, pretending that they were reading seriously.

The master stared at them for a while, and when he saw that nothing had happened, he looked away.

Lin Muran continued to shake his head, lowered his voice and said, "Anyway, that girl has never seen Brother Jing's calligraphy and paintings, and I look like it, so I will paint a few strokes on you." If you take it back and say that it was painted by Brother Jing, she is a musician who teaches the workshop, so she won't find out. ”

Liu Changqing asked in a low voice: "With Xiaojing's name, I'm afraid it's not good." ”

Lin Muran patted his chest and said very righteously: "It's a big deal, when Brother Jing comes tomorrow, I'll go and say it." It's just a twig, he won't mind. ”

Liu Changqing had seen Xiaojing paint a similar one, so Lin Muran scribbled on the silk fan.

After a few strokes, he quickly finished the painting, blew it, and in a hurry, he quietly left with a fan without waiting for the ink to dry out.

Naturally, he went to the workshop to meet his lover.

Tang Zhuangyuan watched Liu Changqing, who was pretending to be a schoolboy, leave, and looked at his position suspiciously, and couldn't help but be startled.

Boy! This wine shop owner actually got a straw man to fool the master!

He was often looked down upon by the sons of these rich merchants, and this time he finally pinched their handle!

Tang Zhuangyuan's face showed a treacherous smile.

……

Afternoon.

However, a few people tried to throw pots, but they couldn't take the Ganoderma lucidum.

Tang and Rou made a net profit of four taels of silver, but they had no other gifts and could not attract repeat customers. At this time, there are fewer pedestrians, and the wait-and-see attitude is more obvious.

If it was before, the young lady Dou'er would have happily run around the street when she saw these four taels of silver, but in just a few days, they could continue to squat by the stall in a calm manner.

It's only four taels of silver, which is much less than the previous day.

The treasure chest I bought today costs six taels!

So today is still a day of debt!

"Dou'er, you throw a pot with a hundred shots, why don't you go and get some wool with your sister?" Tang and Rou handed the money skewers to the young lady.

Tang Dou'er: "Okay, good!" I'm sure I'll be able to buy a lot of things! ”

The young lady was still observing Quan Bo and shook her head: "Don't, don't even spend money on it!" And the young lady is afraid of being beaten! Someone was beaten up at the stall diagonally across the street. ”

Tang and Rou were surprised: "Oh? ”

Tang Youniang said: "The man won ten votes, but the stall set up the stall was on the account, so he started beating people. We're two little kids, and if we do, we'll probably steal our money!" ”

Tang and Judo: "Ha, I'm still staring at Quan Bo, trying to see the flowers on his face." ”

Tang Youniang complained angrily: "My sister is making fun of me again!" ”

Tang Dou'er yawned and pouted, "It's so boring to sit here and do nothing, Dou'er wants to play!" The second sister took me to collect wool! But big sister, the big goats in the village have no hair at all, only beards, why do you always say wool? ”

"It's a sheep...... Tang Yourou didn't want to explain too much, he stretched out his head and called his head, grabbed the broken stone next to him, picked a few round stones without edges and corners and put them on the linen, and said, "Then don't run around, be careful of being caught by human traffickers." Come here, let's play a game. ”

She grabbed a stone, threw it up, grabbed one from the ground before it fell, and caught the previous one with her eyes.

Tang Douer heard that it was a game, so she crawled over and learned from it: "This is very easy." ”

"Then add another one." Tang and Rou repeated the action just now, grabbed the second one and threw it out, took the opportunity to grab the third one, and then held the first two stones in the palm of their palms, "Are you okay?" ”

Tang Dou'er slapped her hands and snatched the stone in her hand: "I'll try!" ”

The child's heart is undecided, and a game of catching stones will send him away.

When he practiced, there was still a wave of rules that could be taught to him, not to mention an afternoon, as long as he was in high spirits, he could play for several days without repeating the same.

Tang and Rou yawned, and after watching him play for a while, they also felt a little sleepy.

I don't have any good ideas for now.

In fact, she can also go to the mountains to collect mountain goods to sell in the county like other villagers.

Late autumn is the most abundant time of the year, and the mountains are full of wild fruits, herbs, mushrooms, and other mountain treasures, and if you go to the mountains to find them, you will definitely find something that can be sold for money.

But the three of them are small, and they are not as good at picking things as the adults, and the weight they carry is not as much as that of the adults. In addition, the life of people in the city is more particular than in the village, and they don't like this bitter wild vegetable, and they are also worried that the uncooked mushrooms will be poisoned, so the types purchased are actually very simple.

If you want to compare with those adults in this regard, the three of them are not competitive.

If you sell mountain goods honestly, or find some way to turn unpalatable wild vegetables into delicious, you can earn about a few taels of silver a day.

But this really can't satisfy Tang and Rou.

It's not that she doesn't look down on the silver, it's just that it's too inefficient to fix the dilapidated house before the snow arrives.

She didn't want to spend the whole winter in a shabby house like this.

So, what to do?

Suddenly, a fortune teller holding a banner came to the stall.

The Taoist priest looked at Tang Yourou and was amazed: "My wine fairy has traveled south and north for so many years, and I have seen countless faces, but I have never seen such a little girl." Little girl, I look at your eyes, tsk...... Look at your rhino bones again...... Tut-tut...... Look at your posture again...... Tut-tut-tut......"

"Tsk, what are you dipping in sauce?" Tang and Rou were thinking about how to make money, and their thoughts were interrupted by this annoying voice, and they glanced at the magic stick.