The county seat is not far away, more than 30 miles.

But it is difficult to move on the road, and the ox cart is slow.

When Chen Mo entered the city gate, it was already the tail of the hour, that is, it was nearly eleven o'clock.

Baihe County belongs to the border city and borders Dayan in the north, so the trade development is extremely prosperous, and the county is full of steaming and thriving weather.

Chen Mo drove the ox cart to the market, found a good place to set up a stall, and waited for buyers to come to the door while enjoying the customs.

As for the current market of charcoal, he is not interested in inquiring at all, and he does not plan to sell it with common sense anyway.

Just like Qin Xianglian's previous praise, Chen Mo's charcoal far surpasses other peers.

In addition, the beginning of winter is imminent, and many large households have to prepare charcoal to keep out the cold, so soon some people will come forward to inquire one after another.

"Not sold in bulk, the whole vehicle is more than 1,000 catties, and ten taels of silver." This is Chen Mo's answer.

"Ten taels?"

"Why don't you grab it?"

Everyone's reaction was unanimous, with disdain and ridicule, and the lowly Hanako was simply poor and crazy.

The only one who showed great interest.

When looking at the charcoal, I couldn't stop admiring, and when I turned my head to look at Chen Mo, I would show a little pity and incomprehension.

"This little brother, let me ask more, even if this charcoal is in excellent condition, it won't ask for such a high price, right?"

Chen Mo raised his head and looked at it carefully.

The middle-aged man in front of him was well-dressed, not angry and arrogant, although he restrained his momentum, he could still get a glimpse of his background that was either rich or noble.

This kind of person is the patron of Chen Moku, so he answered without hesitation.

"Because I'm selling more than just charcoal."

Oh?

The middle-aged man was even more curious: "What else is there besides charcoal?" ”

"This."

Chen Mo said, erecting the wooden board with the verses written on it.

The middle-aged man glanced at it suspiciously, and his eyes lit up suddenly, and he couldn't help but read it.

Sell charcoal, cut down and burn charcoal in the southern mountains.

His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black.

After reading the two sentences, the middle-aged man closed his mouth and looked at Chen Mo, and while he was relieved in an instant, he also felt a little more indescribable sighs and emotions in his heart.

What is the profit from selling charcoal? The clothes on the body eat in the mouth.

The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold.

"A good sentence, I am worried about charcoal, and I wish the weather is cold." Seeing the end, the middle-aged man couldn't help but slap his palm, "Dare to ask the little brother, who wrote this poem?" ”

"I had some thoughts when I was cutting wood and burning charcoal, so I wrote it down." Chen Mo responded casually.

"What a talent." The middle-aged man praised without hesitation, "The poems are good, the words are good, obviously I have read poetry books." I don't know what the name of the little brother is, and whether he will take the county exam two days later? ”

"Chen Mo, the word Shimei, as for the county test, ......"

Speaking of rushing for the exam, Chen Mo hesitated and didn't know how to answer appropriately.

"Butler, take the silver."

The middle-aged man only thought that Chen Mo was worried about his livelihood, and gave instructions after giving an order.

"Chen Mo, I bought the charcoal, I hope to see you in the county exam in two days. In addition, I would like to ask again, is this poem unfinished? ”

"It's done, it's just not written." Chen Mo shook his head.

"Why don't you write?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Not writable." Chen Mo shook his head again.

"What do you mean by that?"

"No solution."

"That's it, since there is a hardship, then I don't ask, I just hope that I will have the opportunity in the future, and I regret that I can ask for the whole article."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he pointed to a cart of charcoal and motioned for Chen Mo to send it home.

Ten taels of silver in hand, Chen Mo let out a sigh of relief, raised his whip and drove the ox forward.

Later, the butler asked cautiously.

"My lord, in the eyes of the old slave, ten taels of silver and a cart of charcoal are a miserable loss."

"That's your shallow eyes, I Wang Anshi don't think so." The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "This government has just come here to take office, and the power is to buy horse bones." ”

"In this way, we can promote a culture that no matter what you do to make a living, as long as you do not violate the law, as long as you are diligent and upward, you will definitely be able to have rich returns."

"Lord Shengming, I believe that this matter will soon spread throughout the city, and the people's customs will definitely be completely new at that time." The butler hurriedly flattered.

"You go to find out the details of Chen Mo, and be sure to report it before the county exam."

Looking at the back of the car, Wang Anshi gave an order.

This time he took office as the magistrate of the county, he planned to find a pilot to implement some new policies, and when he was thirsty for talents, he naturally wanted to seize every malleable talent.

Wang Anshi's mansion was not far from the bazaar, so Chen Mo returned after delivering the charcoal, and found a place to clean himself up.

bought some daily necessities, bought a jar of wine and two catties of meat, and then parked the ox cart in front of a shop called Shengxiangge to buy some rouge gouache for Qin Xianglian.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more she needs to touch up her makeup.

Xu was because there were few customers in the store, so the guy warmly welcomed Chen Mo in and took the initiative to introduce the valuable things in the store.

"You go and get busy, and I'll call you if you need to."

Walking away, Chen Mo looked around the counter.

In his memory, when he married Qin Xianglian, there was a kind of rouge called Peach Blossom Cloud in the dowry, and she liked it very much.

After the rouge ran out, the box was still reluctant to throw it away.

After that, I was tired of making ends meet and never bought it again.

Chen Mo felt that he should give Qin Xianglian such a surprise.

It's a pity that there is only one box of rouge left, and it is being held in someone's hand.

The woman's posture is graceful, with a light veil covering her face, holding a peach blossom rouge in her hand, and she is expressing her feelings with the maid next to her.

"Cui'er, it's not in vain that we searched for three days, and finally found the peach blossom cloud from our hometown, although there is only one box, we can finally relieve some of the pain of homesickness."

"Miss, you are always like this, every time you move to a new house with the master, you will be sentimental for a while, which makes Cui'er uncomfortable." Little Cui pouted.

"I'm just scared that if I follow my father farther and farther away in the future, I may not be able to go back to my hometown for the rest of my life."

After the woman finished speaking, there was a little more homesickness in her eyes.

There seems to be a mist of water, and the mist is generated.

The two of them didn't talk loudly, but there were few customers in the store, so Chen Mo listened to it word for word.

couldn't help but remind him of all the things in his previous life.

Sorrow welled up in his heart, Chen Mo also felt a little sad, plus the regret that he didn't buy rouge on this trip, he couldn't help but moan when he left.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried.

Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.

Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy.

Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

Drive!

Chen Mo's sorrow dissipated as the whip fell, and he drove the ox cart to other shops, intending to buy another gift for Qin Xianglian.

It wasn't until the ox cart was gone away that the woman in the shop suddenly came back to her senses.

"Cui'er, where was the official just now?"

"It's gone."

"Why don't you stop for a moment?"

The woman blamed and hurried out.