Chapter 81: Concealment
"The money didn't come back." Bai Lao Niang said, and Yu Guang glanced at Tao.
"Alas," Daddy White sighed, "then forget itβ"
"You can't just leave it at that!" Old Lady Bai glared at him, "It's only natural to repay debts." β
"Besides, more than 400 yuan! It's enough for our family to eat for two months, if it weren't for Xuanxuan digging medicinal herbs and selling them, it would not be easy for us to make so much money. β
More than 400 dollars! Bai Mingcheng lowered his head and looked complicated, as a scholar, due to his poor family, he still had some understanding of prices, so he was in a hurry.
He didn't know much about yesterday's incident, he only heard that the money saved by Bai Mingxuan was stolen, but he didn't know how much, but now he knew that the money that was stolen was actually more than 400 yuan, and his heart immediately became sour.
Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Bai Mingxuan's indifferent look, but she didn't expect her to care about so much money being stolen, she withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips, and suddenly felt that the food in her mouth had no taste at all.
And Bai Mingxuan, who was sitting on his right, seemed indifferent, but in fact, his heart was very painful, more than 400 yuan, how many buns and sugar gourds could he buy, he knew that he would be stolen, so it was better to buy meat to eat and enjoy himself.
It seems that the money can't be returned, and Bai Mingxuan is just numb after accepting the result.
"If I don't have any money now, I'll ask them later, and I'll ask them when they will pay back the money when I'm free," Bai Lao Niang continued, "Ah Chun, when you go back to your parents' house, you should remember to ask them, let them pay back the money quickly, it was your niece who stole the money, and your mother's family spent our family's money again, you can't ignore this matter!" β
Dow didn't dare to speak, only nodded with a calm face.
β...... In short, this money must be returned with them! The white lady made a loud noise.
It's noon break again, and everyone in the school is eating their own things.
This time, Bai Mingcheng refused Wang Zhiyu's kindness.
It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. He was afraid that he would be used to eating good things, and one day he would not be able to stand it.
After eating two rough multigrain steamed buns, Bai Mingcheng looked at Fang An's figure in the corner, thought about it and walked over.
β...... Fang An. Bai Mingcheng shouted quietly.
As if the other party didn't hear, he raised his arm again and patted the other party on the shoulder.
Fang An turned around a little frightened, saw that it was Bai Mingcheng, and looked at him with puzzled eyes, "Mingcheng? You ......"
Two people who usually don't communicate with each other, this will suddenly come to them, Fang An will inevitably feel strange.
Bai Mingcheng touched his nose and smiled a little awkwardly before he spoke: "I saw you go to the bookstore yesterday......"
"You see?" Thinking of the consequences of being known by others, especially the master, Fang An's face was a little flustered.
"Well, I saw you go into the bookstore." Bai Mingcheng nodded, "You...... What are you doing in the bookstore? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, I'm just curious, so ask, after all, you don't look like you're going to read or buy books......"
It is not a gentleman's act to secretly stalk others, Bai Mingcheng was a little embarrassed to say it, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he hurriedly added a sentence when he saw the other party's hesitant expression: "If you can't say it, forget it." β
Originally, Fang An hesitated any longer, but after hearing this, he decided to say it, anyway, sooner or later he would be discovered, "It's nothing, I'm just going to copy books." β
"Copying books?" Bai Mingcheng's eyes widened slightly.
The Master had always disapproved of scholars going out to do menial work to earn money, because in his view, this would kill the aspirations of scholars, make people get caught up in the trivial tasks in front of them, and more importantly, they felt that they were too young to learn and should not go out to work.
Most of the students in the school also agreed with Master's view.
If the master knew about this matter, he would definitely be reprimanded, so Fang An planned to hide it from everyone.
After saying this, Fang An looked at the other party, ready to be ridiculed.
Who knew that Bai Mingcheng didn't laugh at him, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Can I go?" β
Fang An's eyes widened, and he didn't understand what he meant for a moment.
"I mean...... Can I also copy books to make money? Bai Mingcheng repeated again.
"Huh?" Fang An was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then nodded, "This...... I don't know, I'll take you to ask the bookstore shopkeeper today. β
After school, Bai Mingcheng followed Fang An to the bookstore yesterday.
The bookstore is not large, and the shopkeeper stands behind the counter, holding a book and squinting.
The two entered the door, and Fang An arched his hand to the shopkeeper: "Mr. Zhang, my classmate also wants to come to copy the book, can you see if he can ......?" β
Bai Mingcheng hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Hello Mr. Zhang, my name is Bai Mingcheng, I am Fang An's classmate, and I want to copy books to supplement my family because of my poor family." β
The shopkeeper of the bookstore, who was respectfully called Mr. Zhang, was slender and long, and after listening to the introduction of the two, he put down the book, looked at them, nodded and said, "Okay, you come and write two words for me." β
Bai Mingcheng went over to him a little nervously, picked up the fine pen on the table, dipped it in ink, held his breath, and wrote the words "Zhao Qian, Sun Li" on a piece of rice paper.
After he finished writing, he was about to continue, and Mr. Zhang raised his hand to stop him, "Okay, so be it." β
Carefully putting down the pen, Bai Mingcheng looked at Mr. Zhang, waiting for the other party's judgment.