Song Shuyu decided to get something out to sell.

What to sell? Shutan asked him with a frown.

He didn't say, just smiled and asked Shutan to borrow pen and ink and rice paper.

In the morning of the second day, he brought porridge and rice early, and gave her a notebook.

It was written by his own hand, neatly and meticulously, neatly bound, and a very thick booklet.

"You can copy it in your spare time, your words are really unreadable." He whimpered and drank porridge and spoke vaguely.

Shu Tan sighed, lowered his head and continued to eat.

Song Shuyu is really a fast learner, and today's porridge is sweet and delicious.

Shu Tan glanced at him secretly.

He was dressed in a sturdy coarse cloth garment with a blue belt around his waist, as was the dress worn by dozens of servants.

But it's different from them, and it's not the same as her.

There is such a person, who is buried in the soil and stepped on two feet with smelly shoes, you know that he is special.

What is the difference between him and the sand? No one can say.

But when you look at him, his light and cold eyes make you weak. When he passed in front of you, the figure of Yulan Xiuzhu made you stunned again. You use words to pressure him, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and when you find words to provoke him, he is not annoyed.

It's just like cold rain, like snow. So that you can't see clearly, and you don't dare to follow up.

After eating, Song Shuyu cleaned up the chores, went back to his house, rolled up his bags and went out in a hurry.

Shutan came and went in the house, looking at the gate of the courtyard, and he didn't come back after waiting for a long time, but at noon, Fugui came with a food box.

"This is Shuyu instructing the kitchen to make soup and rice for the girl." Fugui lowered his head and said, opening the food box in his hand layer by layer.

"Where did he get the ability to tell the kitchen to listen to him?"

"We don't know, but I just heard from the cook Lao Wu that Shuyu gave money." Fugui glanced at the fragrant red meat on the table, swallowed lowly, and said.

"He? What money does he have? ”

Shu Tan twisted a piece of meat from the box and handed it to Fugui's mouth, patted the stool and told him to sit down as well.

Fugui smiled, but he was not polite.

"Who knows, I think this Song Shuyu is quite weird, you look at him like that, like a sunny spring and snow, as if he looks down on the people in the courtyard——"

Fugui said to Shu Tan really if he had anything to say, "But we don't look down on him either." His mouth was shiny and stuffed to the brim, and he swallowed it vigorously.

Shu Tan also nodded and agreed: "However, he is a good person. ”

Another afternoon passed, and when the black was about to begin to engulf the day, Song Shuyu finally returned.

Not to mention, it feels like he's selling very well.

Because in the evening, her stomach was rumbling with hunger, and she was about to drink a few more sips of cold water, so he came back with food full of hands.

She suspected that he had stolen the gold.

She asked him that very seriously, very seriously, and it made him laugh.

"Where do I go to collect gold?" As he spoke, Song Shuyu touched the burden on the table and opened it to show her.

It's a few calligraphy and paintings.

Shutan didn't know how to comment on it, but he just thought this painting was good-looking.

She glanced at it a few times, but said very normally, "You're going to sell this?" ”

In her heart, she felt that she was a little shorter, and it seemed that she would have to lift her feet when she talked to him in the future.

Song Shuyu nodded, and there was a circle of black under his eyes.

"The girl will go to bed early after eating these, and I'll clean up tomorrow morning."

He couldn't help but yawn, said goodbye to her, and went back to his room.

Every day before dawn, I smeared it out again, and when I stepped on the moon at night, I returned.

It's making money, and the time is busy, but he can't keep busy with his family.

Shu Tan began to feel bored every day, as if this courtyard was originally her own yard.

Shutan tried to go to the kitchen, and the hand with the fire fan shook a few times, almost setting the kitchen on fire.

She doesn't seem to be able to take care of herself.