Changning County South City, a noodle restaurant next to the North Lane.

The north alley is the alley in front of Zhao Yu's house, and the noodle restaurant is the one run by the old couple.

It's just that three days have passed, and the noodle shop has changed its signboard, and the new signboard is engraved with 'Zhao's Noodle Restaurant'.

And the noodle shop is no longer run by the old couple, but by a young couple.

In the noodle restaurant, Zhao Yongzhuo is in the back kitchen, and Hu Shi is in front of the shop, husband and wife!

It's calm.

Without firecrackers and drums, Zhao's Noodle Restaurant opened in a low-key and quiet manner.

It's just that the opening is low-key, and the business is not low-key!

Zhao Yu persuaded Hu Shi to move the braised boiled noodles he made that day into the noodle restaurant, focusing on braised noodles.

As soon as the boiled boil came out, it suddenly smelled a street, which smelled it and didn't call twice?

And where is the street in front of the noodle shop? That's the most crowded place in Nanshi!

Many people smell this smell and follow the fragrance to the noodle shop.

And the boiled noodles in Zhao's noodle restaurant are fragrant, material, and affordable!

Not to mention spices, no ordinary people are willing to buy them.

Although the braised meat is a pig in the water, it is fragrant and sufficient, and there is a layer of sauce-colored oil floating under the piece of braised meat, which looks very full of appetite, mainly for four pennies a bowl!

This is very attractive to people who are shy in their pockets and have little oil and water in their stomachs.

As a result, as soon as Zhao's Noodle Restaurant opened, it was overcrowded, with six tables in the store often filled, and even several tables set up under the linoleum canopy outside the store.

And Zhao's noodle restaurant has a good business, and the most obvious manifestation is also in Zhao Yu's food.

Today's Zhao family has returned to the previous food standard, and even because of the opening of a noodle restaurant, Zhao Yu can eat meat every day.

This change also made Zhao Yu stronger.

Practice martial arts to exercise muscles and bones, soak in medicinal baths to enhance physical fitness, and eat meat to supplement nutrition!

After this set, Zhao Yu is the same day and the same, and that head is a cut taller than the same year!

Everything is happy again.

The Zhao family is once again full of longing for life, and Zhao Yu is also happy and down-to-earth in fulfilling study and martial arts.

And in this fulfilling life, little Zhao Yu received a letter!

The letter was sent from Jingshi, from Jiang Ruotong, and when school was dismissed in the afternoon, Han Liru handed it over to Zhao Yu.

This is two months after Jiang Ruotong left, on the tenth day of August.

Zhao Yu's room.

Zhao Yu sat at the desk, and the setting sun spilled in through the window, leaving a table full of roses on the desk.

On the desk, in front of Zhao Yu, there were three things neatly placed.

A thin thread-bound book titled "The Legend of the Ghost Fox".

A letter with the words 'Zhao Yu's personal opening' on the envelope.

An open bag containing silver beans and broken silver, a total of fifteen taels!

Zhao Yu sat upright, and after looking at the three things, he picked up the envelope suspiciously, tore open the seal, and took out the stationery inside.

There are two sheets of stationery.

Zhao Yu's little hand shook open the letter paper and glanced at it.

The handwriting is delicate and elegant, and the lines are slender.

Well, it's Jiang Ruotong's words!

Zhao Yu nodded, and then looked at the content of the letter:

"Male classmates from Changning County:

Seeing the words as faces, can you be okay?

I'm telling you, I'm smart!

After I read your story, I was bored, and I suddenly thought of you selling the story to Hu Laosi, and then I took the story you wrote to the bookstore and printed it into a book, and sent someone to sell it outside!

You know what? This book sold so well, those young ladies and scholars, and many other people rushed to buy it, and I earned a lot of silver......"

"Tsk, that's smart!"

Seeing this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but smile and smack his lips.

Between the lines, Zhao Yu seemed to see an excited and excited villain, jumping on the paper.

Still unsatisfied, Zhao Yu continued to look down:

"I'll tell you! I've decided to divide half of this money among you, and give the rest to the people below, as well as mine... Hum!

In that bag is the money I sent you! Of course, the silver that belongs to you is more than these fifteen taels, but I am worried that you are too young and have too much silver on your body, so I will help you keep the rest of the silver......"

Help me keep it? How many?

The emperor is far away, will the silver in your pocket still be mine?

Seeing this, Zhao Yu had a black line in his head.

The two of them, one in the south and the other in the north, neither of them could see anyone, so it was really unknown whether the remaining silver could reach him!

Also, how old is she? even said that he was young and had to keep the silver for him, and it was still a question whether her own silver could be kept.

“......”

Zhao Yu was speechless for a while, and continued to look down with a melancholy look in his eyes:

"Alright, now let's tell the story! Hurry up and send me more stories behind, I really want to read it, and those who bought the story outside really want to see the follow-up! When I'm done, I'll print them into a book, and then I'll earn their money, and I'll share it with you, hehe! So ......"

"She's not going to be a money fan too, is she?"

Seeing this paragraph, Zhao Yu was a little worried.

If Jiang Ruotong really becomes a money fan, then his remaining silver is really a little hanging.

Suppressing his worries, Zhao Yu continued to look down.

The following is basically a verbose story urging a story, a whole page or more.

Zhao Yu looked at it patiently and seriously, and after reading the text, he looked at the end:

"Hope for a quick reply!

Cheyenne!

The female classmate of Changning County. ”

"Whew!"

Seeing the final payment, Zhao Yuwan'er involuntarily thought of the little figure sitting next to him in the classroom, and the little man who was hanging bricks and practicing calligraphy together in the courtyard of Mr. 's house.

Scenes from the past come to mind...... The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth turned up slightly.

Long.

Zhao Yu retracted his mind and looked at the words 'Xia An' on the back of the letter.

It's August, it's autumn, Jiang Ruotong wrote 'Cheyenne', so this letter was written in the summer......

Zhao Yu groaned in his heart, and while calculating the time it would take for the letter to be sent from Jingshi, he folded the letter paper and took it back to the envelope and put it in a drawer.

Then, Zhao Yu hid the bag containing the silver in his small vault, and then picked up the book "The Legend of the Ghost Fox" printed by Jiang Ruotong on the table.

The Legend of the Ghost Fox is another name for Liaozhai, which Zhao Yu casually said to Jiang Ruotong, but Jiang Ruotong didn't expect Jiang Ruotong to use it as the title of the book.

After a casual glance, Zhao Yu put the book aside, then spread paper and ink, and began to write a reply to Jiang Ruotong.

The pen was dipped in ink, Zhao Yu groaned slightly, and then the tip of the pen fell towards the letter paper.

"Female classmates from Changning County:

Girl from the north, you have my money in your pocket, I remember!

But please send me more money next time, although I am young, but I am not afraid of silver pressure!

You know, the amount of money you send is directly related to the speed at which I write my stories!

After all, I'm a man, and I have to bear the burden of the family, and I don't have money to live, so I have to find a way to earn money, and then I don't have time to write stories, so if you want to read more stories, you have to ......"

Zhao Yu grinned, moved his pen and skimmed, and wrote quietly.

The afterglow of the setting sun crept into the window, like a lady's blush, through the square between the windowsills, a mysterious red veil permeated the little figure behind the table, and also peeped at the letter paper on the desk......