When it was dark, no one came to the door, and Chai Tiannuo left with the chuckle of the scriveners, realizing that he was in a hurry.

A beggar who has not had the slightest literary style, how can he write with others?

Chai Tiannuo couldn't help laughing out loud, he couldn't imagine that his generation of Wensheng would have today.

The scrivener stopped laughing and looked at each other, looking at the figure in amazement, and they could hear that it was not a bitter smile, but a laugh from the heart, only a slight hint of self-deprecation.

"After all, you have to eat one bite at a time, and if you want to eat a fat man in one bite, it's really too much."

Shaking his head lightly, while the sky was not completely dark, Chai Tiannuo walked to a grain shop on the west side of the market.

These days have been optimistic, Lin Pu Ji grain store sells fine grain for people to eat, but also sells feed for livestock, the three eldest sons, can be a little surprised.

"Anyone not?"

Entering the shop with half of the door panels installed, but there was no one in the hall, Chai Tiannuo shouted twice, and a dusty man walked out with a plop.

Originally, he had a smile on his face, but when he saw Chai Tiannuo, he collapsed, thinking that it was a customer who came to the door, but he didn't expect it to be a beggar.

The guy was just about to scold and drive away, but was interrupted by Chai Tiannuo waving his hand:

"I didn't come here to beg, I just wanted to buy some food to satisfy my stomach."

The impatience on the man's face was put away, after all, the visitor was a guest, so he smiled and said:

"I've had some good millet in the past two days, and I'm grinding flour, but do you want to have some?"

Looking at the three eldest sons in the palm of his hand, Chai Tiannuo shook his head with a wry smile:

"The millet cake is indeed delicious, but these days the surplus money for chopping firewood is only three cents, and it is true that I can't afford to eat it, so I just look at the feed for the livestock."

Stretching out his hand to hand out the feverish eldest son who was held by himself, Chai Tiannuo was thinking that back then, he and the barbarian were not entangled enough in Beijing, and the girl thought of a way to buy some material to satisfy her hunger.

Many years have passed, and the people of Iraq have passed away, but they have left themselves to struggle with this earthly world.

"Why don't you beg?"

The guy looked at Chai Tiannuo with a bitter face and asked softly.

Chai Tiannuo shook his head, danced his sleeves and said:

"A certain is not a beggar, this dress is borrowed from the gods in the temple, after all, he has hands and feet, even if he is hungry, he does not want to touch the food that comes to him."

After looking at Chai Tiannuo carefully, the guy asked him to wait a while, turned around and entered the back room, and soon the old shopkeeper walked out with him, also stained with a lot of grain powder.

"In the future, the feed is eaten with livestock, and everything in it is mixed tight, how can a person eat that!"

"Old shopkeeper, I can eat the animals if they can, and I can eat the soil when I am hungry, so what can I not eat."

Chai Tiannuo smiled bitterly, the old shopkeeper thought about it, beckoned the man to go to the back room to get food, took the three eldest sons by himself, and put them away seriously.

It didn't take much effort, and the man took a small cloth bag out and handed it to Chai Tiannuo, and the old shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder and said:

"There is no smooth sailing in the world, no matter how hard it is, it will be over, don't be discouraged."

Chai Tiannuo saluted the old shopkeeper with a cloth bag on his back, turned around and walked out of the shop.

How many things can the three eldest sons buy, Chai Tiannuo has a number, and the cloth bag is afraid that there will be twenty or thirty catties, even the material is far exceeded.

Walking out of the city a little tired, Chai Tiannuo squatted down to rest, opened his pocket to take a look, smiled from the heart, and said with emotion:

"In just a few days, I have met a lot of good people, and the education here is not bad."

The cloth bag is not filled with any ingredients, but a little bran red noodles, although it is not a fine grain, the taste is not very good, but the nutrition is not bad, and the sense of satiety is strong.

Chai Tiannuo shook his head lightly, he wanted to taste the sour fermented but nutritious ingredients in Man'er's mouth, but it seemed that he had no chance.

Turning to look at the small town at night, Chai Tiannuo smiled again, because of people and things, he suddenly felt that this small town was very good!

The so-called good things come in pairs, Chai Tiannuo carried the grain up the mountain, and found the grass mushrooms gathered by the rotten wood beside the road, the temple lit a fire, Meimei ate a meal with less oil and no salt, and her originally somewhat impetuous heart was completely calmed.

As I thought before, the road, after all, has to be taken step by step, and it is useless to be anxious.

On the second day, after eating the bread, Chai Tiannuo picked up the long knife, chopped the firewood again, and had a food stomach, and saved the money of four or five wen a day.

More than half a month has passed, the food has almost been eaten, and Chai Tiannuo has also saved one or two hundred eldest sons, but what makes him happiest is that he is in good health.

These days, the sun rises and the day is resting, the food is also full with wild vegetables in the mountains, and the original injured body is finally better, except for more scars, everything else is normal.

is firewood, and he can carry four bundles down the mountain at a time, and he looks like a man after all.

On this day, firewood was sold at the bazaar, and Chai Tiannuo first went to the second-hand clothing store to buy the robes of the scholars.

If you want to be a contemporary scholar, you can't have a façade, and besides, let the gods in the temple shine these days, and I feel a little sad in my heart.

There were white caftans in the store, but Chai Tiannuo did not choose them, but bought a gray caftan with some wear and tear on the cuffs of his body for fifteen yuan, as well as a half-new coolie short.

Now it's not the past, the blessing of the fairy body doesn't cause dust, and there is a lot of money in his hand, the white clothes are not good to wear, if you are not careful, it will be dirty, or the gray shirt that is not dirty is more suitable for yourself today.

Yu changed his clothes and came out of the second-hand clothes store, and the disgusted expression that he had been constantly glancing at was immediately gone, Chai Tiannuo sighed, people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, this is not the slightest mistake.

and bought the four treasures of Banzheng in the store, Chai Tiannuo did not come out of the stall, and went back to the mountains directly.

Cleaned and dried the robes of the gods, carefully cleaned himself, Chai Tiannuo spread out the rice paper and ground the ink, grabbed the pen and was reluctant to write big characters, but carefully wrote two lines of words with hairpins:

"Floating water sends infinite trees, and half of the mountain is buried with rain clouds."

After writing two lines, I felt that my heart was immediately relaxed.

Early in the morning of the second day, Chai Tiannuo picked up his own neatly, put his hair in a loose coil and fixed it with a wooden hairpin, and went down the mountain with the four treasures.

The same person in the same place, and then borrowed the table and stool guy's expression was very different, and his originally stiff face had a hint of a smile.

The stall at the end of the alley, with a piece of white paper on the wall, is written:

"100 words and 3 articles, don't take any penny as you like."

Other people's scriveners are all 100 words and five texts, Chai Tiannuo is so bad the rules, but this is also a helpless move, after all, the newcomer's position is poor, how can there be business if there is no discount.

Other scriveners just looked at it twice and then ignored it, the same reason, a newcomer, even the discount is afraid that no one will use it, after all, most of the people who need other scriveners are illiterate, if it is a nonsense mistake, it will be bad.

Chai Tiannuo sat for several hours, and other people's stalls were full of people, but he was the only one who was deserted, but compared with the previous time, his mood was much calmer now, and he waited. 33

At the end of the hour, a chubby rich merchant hurriedly came, looked at the stalls first, asked the price again, frowned high, and said dissatisfiedly:

"100 words, 5 words, 200 words, 10 words, you half-baked scholars can make money, and you dare to ask for such a high price for the work of throwing off your hands!"

Some people died, but not completely......