Mrs. Ma carried Angelica Angelica and other traditional Chinese medicine bags for kidney deficiency and frequent urination, and after coming out of the pharmacy, she went to the fried goods shop.

"That, shopkeeper, how do you sell these walnuts?"

"One hundred and thirty dollars a pack."

A pack is just over a pound.

What's that?

Mrs. Ma thought to herself: If you rob it, who can afford to eat a walnut of 130 yuan? White rice is only a few words.

If it weren't for the fact that her little granddaughter was too good at eating all the walnuts that the family had beaten in the autumn, she didn't want to replenish her son's brain now, who would spend money on this?

But, then again, it's really good.

That three daughters-in-law made sesame walnut kernels for their little granddaughter and Mi Shou, made of honey, sesame, butter, and sugar, and Jinbao went to eat a few times without chattering, that is really what kind of child can be smart when he eats so much, no wonder he has a good memory, it is to eat money. And the little granddaughter's hair is getting darker and darker the more she eats.

Then I heard that the little granddaughter not only eats, but also drinks.

Boil slowly with walnut kernel brown sugar, add apples and pears with walnut powder, add some milk, and drink it every day.

(Song Pocos: Milk, I'm for breast enlargement, not for white, where are people white)

It's so hard to eat, it's gone.

We don't dare to say it, we don't dare to care, the three sons and two are used to being children and the whole village is famous, plus they haven't eaten in other people's mouths, so it's like that.

However, Mrs. Ma regretted it at this time.

When I got to San'er, it was the time to use my brain for the imperial examination, no, what to eat? I knew to keep some.

The shopkeeper glanced at the old lady, and the one who dared to ask this should be knowledgeable:

"I'm a walnut, you can see it, it's all picked up for you. Don't say it's expensive, if you buy it in September and October, it's not the price. But what season is it now? If you don't believe me, go and ask if the walnut cake has gone up? ”

Mrs. Ma's eyes flashed, and she recalled that she sold pine nuts for dozens of dollars, "Then you are cheaper, how much silver can I sell without you picking?" Just say, happily give a real price, and if the price is not real, I'll leave. ”

"No, your price is not real, you can buy it for three cents cheaper. Can't you? Then I'm leaving, anyway, it's something that can be eaten or not eaten in Gaba Ya. ”

Mrs. Ma pondered while walking, why didn't she call me?

"Hi-hoo? Auntie, come back and sell you! ”

You see, that's right.

"You said it would be nice for you to hurry up early, I still have to take two steps."

In this way, the old lady spent a little two dollars of silver to carry a few catties of shelled walnuts home.

This time, I have to tell my granddaughter not to eat it, buy it for your father, and have a snack.

Anyway, why haven't the granddaughter and the third daughter-in-law come back yet, the old lady ran to the door with a burning stick and looked.

In the three-story bookstore on the shore of the land.

Song Fuling went to several bookstores, and only found past papers here.

Due to the fact that the imperial examination has been empty for several years, this set of real questions is very precious, and there is only one set, which is not sold, not borrowed, and not allowed to be soiled, only for scholars to transcribe here.

Song Fuling originally wanted to take the test papers, find an empty room, and take pictures with her mobile phone, but she didn't have this opportunity.

Because the shopkeeper Qi was not there, there were only four guys who looked like scholars.

It is also because these scrolls are in the hands of others right now, and they need to be read by each other, and it is impossible for you to take away the scrolls in other people's hands as soon as you come.

Therefore, Song Fuling honestly sat in front of the desk in the large room on the second floor, with bookshelves and books on both sides, and only sixteen tables in the middle were for readers to write and read, just like the study room of a modern library, she was also sitting here transcribing like a scholar.

Song Poria saw it quickly.

Some basic knowledge points that frequently appear in past past papers are written down in a small book by her.

Some difficult books come from, whether the title of the book appears many times, and if it appears many times, you decide to spend money on it, and write down the title.

And some of the strategic topics of the past years, she boldly chose to eliminate.

A new generation of emperors will replace the old emperors, and the concept of governing the country will change.

She reads it fast, she has to borrow it, have you finished reading the past questions of which year? It will disturb the scholars who are also sitting there reading the exam papers from time to time.

Although Song Fuling didn't look back and opened her mouth to ask, she didn't talk when she saw a boy, and she was still dressed in men's clothes, small soap boots, most of which were Qian Peiying who went over and asked: "This son, have you finished reading?" Can you lend us a look? ”

That also disturbed these boys who didn't read well today.

Don't think they can't see that it's a girl's house.

The girl has ears and eyes.

The girl has a fair and good-looking side face.

The eyelashes are like small brushes, and the hands that write are even more white with cyan veins.

Song Fuling sat there, frowning thoughtfully, sometimes habitually covering her eyes and pondering, Qian Peiying could only deliberately use her arms on the table, half of her body to block the gaze of the next tablemate.

In fact, the grinding scholar at the next table was also helpless, thinking: Young master, you are ticking ink and staining the paper. You just held up a pen and stained the paper for a long time.

The scholar on Song Fuling's right hand is alone, there is no small servant, only wearing cloth clothes, unlike the one on the left who wears brocade.

But the young man is very energetic, and his eyes are clear.

Qian Peiying didn't take much precautions, she occasionally glanced at it.

Although the young man couldn't help but peek at her daughter after writing for a while. But after one glance, read the book when it's time to read it.

In addition, the scholars sitting in the front rows will pretend to look back when they stand up and move.

In the back, there may also be scholars whispering what she is looking at and so on.

In short, these are all observed by Qian Peiying.

Oh, she thought to herself: This sixteen or seventeen-year-old, young boys and girls, it is ancient and modern, it is the natural attraction of men and women, tsk, she can feel that since the girl came in, the atmosphere in the room is different.

Alas, if only you could fall in love freely here, don't restrict girls from going out.

In that case, her daughter is estimated to have a market here than in modern times, not counting her appearance, and she can win a lot of girls in terms of literacy and hyphenation and common topics.

Qian Peiying glanced at the scholar on Song Fuling's right hand again.

Whose kid is that? He looks seventeen or eighteen years old, and he doesn't know if he's married.

At this moment, the "VIP room" on the third floor was occupied.

When passing by, perhaps he was also sensitive to the different atmosphere on the second floor, so he paused slightly, and saw what the problem was at a glance, after all, Qian Peiying was wearing women's clothes, and she could see Song Fuling sitting there writing with a slight shift in her eyes.

Lin Shouyang, the youngest son of Shangshu of the Criminal Department, one of Lu Pan's friends, is naturally familiar with the guys in the bookstore.

"Whose family is that girl on the second floor?"

"Back to Lin Gongzi, I don't know."

"And what is she looking at?"

That night, after the shopkeeper Qi came back with his entourage, he knew that a female guest had been transcribing this afternoon.

He still wondered, who was it? attracted Lin Gongzi to inquire.

Early in the morning of the second day, Song Fuling, who had not finished copying the volume, appeared.

At this time, the sixteen tables on the second floor were full, and Lin Shouyang was also on the second floor, so he deliberately did not go to the "VIP room".

However, the shopkeeper Qi led Song Fuling to the third floor, which was exclusive to Lu Pan's study.