He knew some words when he was in his mother's house, and there was an elder brother in the family who studied for a few years, and she learned it along. Qingmei literacy was taught in the building, in order to please the guests.

Chang Shuang looked at the inkstone and asked, "Is it all like this?" "The style of this inkstone is round.

"Not exactly, but almost."

Chang Shuang said: "Little brother, I have a way to make your inkstones popular, but the important thing now is to sell these inkstones, otherwise you will sleep on the street tonight."

I'll sell it for you, but the price has to be lower, and I'll have to work hard. The things in the bookstore are sold to rich people, and the poor can't afford to sell good things, and you, the rich boy of the inkstone, can't look at it, and the poor have no choice. ”

Hearing the words of the gang being sold, Liang Shengming was very happy, "Really? As long as I can sell it, I am willing to pay less, the girl helps me so much, I deserve it. "Otherwise, he's going to sleep on the street tonight.

Chang Shuang looked at the sky, the sun might be setting in half an hour, the time was just right for what she was going to do at the moment, and it was late for her to go home.

It doesn't matter, it's important to make money, if not, she will go to someone else's house tonight.

"Follow me."

Chang Shuang asked people on the street for directions, and took Liang Shengming to the county school.

Just now Liang Shengming said "small Anshou County", yes, there are very few Anshou small households, but there are two or three thousand households, and there are generally five thousand households in other counties, which is considered a general large county, and Anshou County is small.

In the school hall in Xiao'anshou County, there are more or less children from ordinary families, including children from the city and children sent by people from nearby villages outside the city.

Scholars want to have a set of exquisite stationery, not one, but also one. The delicate inkstone costs hundreds of taels, and ordinary people should be willing to buy these dozens of inkstones.

At this time, the school happened to be out of school, Chang Shuang and Liang Shengming set up a stall outside the door of the school, Chang Shuang started to speak and invite guests, "Little talents come and take a look, the exquisite inkstone is only thirty Wen, this is the last batch of goods, the opportunity must not be lost, and it will not come again." Little boy, do you want to buy a good inkstone? ”

"Little boy, come and have a look......" Liang Shengming also worked hard.

The ten-year-old child is curious, and when he hears the shouting, he comes to watch, and Chang Shuang is happy, as long as someone comes. But the kids just look at it, because they don't have any money.

Chang Shuang looked at the children's eyes and knew that they wanted it, she smiled and said: "Little boy, you go home and tell your family, thirty Wen one inkstone, see if your father and mother are willing to buy it, we are still here." ”

Liang Shengming was also happy, and followed Chang Shuang to lobby the children.

At this time, a disdainful voice came: "What kind of inkstone is thirty wen, I use thirty taels at home, and thirty wen things are rotten things." ”

Chang Shuang looked at it, it was a young master in brocade clothes watching jokes on the side, looking at his appearance, he was an inkstone that could afford thirty taels.

Chang Shuang gave him a sentence of "Mom Maibi" in his heart, and said with a smile: "This little boy must be the son of wealth, and it is naturally expensive to use, but the level of knowledge has nothing to do with how expensive the inkstone is. ”

"Really? Can a farmer be an official? ”

"Be a big official?"

"Is the prime minister a big official?"

When the children heard that the peasant family could also be officials, they stretched their necks and asked excitedly.