It's getting colder in October.

It's another day of the month.

Today's sky is gray and heavy, and the air is still filled with fog and rain, which makes people feel wet and cold.

However, it was cold outside, but Zhao Yu's room was full of spring.

This spring color is nothing else, but a letter, a book, and a bag from the desk.

That's right, Jiang Ruotong sent a letter from Jingshi again.

Same as before, three things!

In addition to the letter, the book was a follow-up to the newly engraved chat, and in the bag were four silver tickets of five taels and some broken silver, a total of thirty taels of silver, twice as much as the last time.

In front of the desk, Zhao Yu ignored the books and letters, but looked directly at the tips on the table.

Looking at the broken silver and silver tickets in the bag, the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth turned up.

There was more money than last time, which shows that his last reply had an effect.

"I also know how to get small silver tickets and broken silver, but it's quite intimate, knowing that I'm young and inconvenient to use large silver tickets and silver!"

Secretly praising the girl who was far away in the north, Zhao Yu picked up the bag on the table, came to the bed, and put the bag on the bed.

Then, Zhao Yu bent down again, and crawled under the bed with his upper body.

When he came out again, Zhao Yu had another wooden box in his hand.

put the wooden box on the bed, and Zhao Yu immediately opened the lid of the box.

Suddenly, a piece of silver light flashed into Zhao Yu's eyes.

There were silver beans, broken silver, and copper plates in the wooden box, which were all the belongings that Zhao Yu had saved these days.

Looking at the full silver light in the wooden box, Zhao Yu grinned and couldn't help but count it again.

Last time, Jiang Ruotong sent fifteen taels of silver, and Zhao Yu earned more than forty taels by selling stories in the past few months, and then subtracted the ones used in these days, and there were still fifty-two taels of silver in the wooden box.

No! Now it's eighty-two taels!

The corners of his mouth grinned behind his ears, and Zhao Yu poured the broken silver and silver tickets in the bag into the wooden box.

"Dangdangdang......"

Listening to the metallic sound of broken silver falling into the wooden box, Zhao Yu looked happy.

Then, Zhao Yu hurriedly glanced at the closed door, then quickly closed the lid of the box, and carefully hid the wooden box under the bed.

It wasn't until he did all this that Zhao Yu clapped his little hands with satisfaction, hummed a minor tune and sat back on the desk.

Picked up the next volume of "The Legend of the Ghost Fox" on the table and looked at it, Zhao Yu put it aside, then picked up the envelope on the table and tore open the seal.

"Huh!"

The envelope was torn open, and the letter paper was pulled out, and a faint fragrance spread from the letterhead, instantly incense the entire room.

Zhao Yu smelled the good fragrance, slowly unfolded the letterhead, and looked at the contents on it.

"Male classmates from Changning County:

Seeing the words as faces, I will show you my little fierce face!

You're me, how old are you? Why do you have to bear the burden of the family and go outside to earn money?

I'm telling you, I'm angry!

As a result, in addition to the thirty taels you gave you, I spent all the money you kept with me!

I took all your money, as well as mine, to buy a teahouse, which specializes in storytelling and telling the stories you wrote!

In the future, the more stories you send, the better our business will be! If you send fewer stories, your business will be poor, or even go out of business, and you will lose all your money!

So, do you want to send more stories, you can do it yourself!

By the way, one last word to remind you, you have hundreds of taels of silver before and after my place, and now it's all in that teahouse!

Hum!

Female classmates in Changning County! ”

Burst......

After reading the letter, Zhao Yu squirted out in one breath, almost missing a mouthful of old blood.

In just an instant, the fragrance on the letter paper suddenly stopped smelling, and the joy of just getting thirty taels of silver disappeared in an instant.

"I knew, I knew that I couldn't count the money until it reached my pocket! What business is not good? Hundreds of taels of silver to open a teahouse? This little loser! ”

Zhao Yu held the letter paper and gritted his teeth in anger.

The last time he replied, he coerced him with the amount of stories he sent, and wanted Jiang Ruotong to send him more silver, but he didn't expect Jiang Ruotong to backhand him this time, and directly put all his silver in the teahouse, so as to coerce him to send more stories.

In this way, Zhao Yu sent it or not? If the teahouse goes out of business, will it be distressing to pay a few hundred taels of silver?

What makes Zhao Yu most angry is that there are so many businesses that can be done, Jiang Ruotong just took the silver to open a teahouse, can that thing make a lot of money?

“......”

Zhao Yu was speechless, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he put away the letter paper hatefully and stuffed it back into the envelope.

Then, Zhao Yu laid out the paper and began to reply:

"Female classmates from Changning County:

Girl from the north, I know that the north is freezing now, and everything can be frozen, so I don't know you like you!

Listen to me, the teahouse can't make a lot of money by telling stories, so you can change the teahouse and set up a big stage in the teahouse.

In addition to storytelling, you also moved singing, dancing and opera to the teahouse, and if you could, you made the long stories I wrote into dramas, made them into scenes, and performed them every few days! Oh yes, drama is ......"

Zhao Yu wrote seriously, in order to keep his hundreds of taels of silver from going to waste, he racked his brains to make plans.

After writing the letter, Zhao Yu immediately re-laid the paper, and after a little brewing, the tip of the pen fell towards the paper.

That word is 'Dream of Red Mansions'!

"Dream of Red Mansions" is a famous work in the Qing Dynasty, and Zhao Yu is ready to move it out for his own money, but fortunately he has seen it in his previous life.

Of course, Zhao Yu didn't copy it, and the memory in his mind didn't allow him to copy it, he changed the background of "Dream of Red Mansions", and then changed it to an appearance that was easier to make into a drama.

The story of "Dream of Red Mansions" is very long, and if it is compiled into an episode of drama, Zhao Yu doesn't believe that those idlers in Beijing don't chase dramas for this!

As long as someone follows the drama, then the money he threw into the teahouse will be saved, maybe it will be ......

Thinking of this, the depression in Zhao Yu's heart dissipated, the pen in his hand was much lighter, and the corners of his mouth turned up again.

This time, Zhao Yu didn't pick and search, and wrote hard, preparing to send Jiang Ruotong more stories to the past.

And this busy work came to noon.

Zhao Yu was woken up by the sound of 'cooing' in his stomach.

Looking at the papers that covered the entire desk, Zhao Yu twisted his sore neck and wrists, then put them away in order, and finally walked out of the room.

Now it is the day of rest, and it will take a few days for Han Liru to send a letter to Jingshi, and Zhao Yu is not in a hurry at this time.

Walking outside the door, Zhao Yu was refreshed by the cold wind of late autumn.

Looking around, I saw that the courtyard was wet, and the whole courtyard was filled with fog and rain.

In this wet and misty courtyard, at this time, a young boy was kicking the trunk under the big tree in front of the courtyard, and roared every time he kicked.

The roar was venting, and he could hear the pain, but he still gritted his teeth under the tree.

Looking at the young man's small back, Zhao Yu nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted:

"Yun'an, take a break, let's go have lunch!"

"Yes, young master!"

Zhao Yunan stopped his movements, grinned at Zhao Yu, and then limped towards his room.

Zhao Yunan's room was opposite Zhao Yu.

The courtyard rented by the Zhao family has three rooms, the main house lives in Zhao Yongzhuo and his wife, Zhao Yu lives in the west wing, and the Zhao family does not treat Zhao Yunan, a scholar, slowly, and let him live in the east wing.

After a while, Zhao Yunan came out, but he became lively again.

For Zhao Yunan, Zhao Yu made great efforts to cultivate, and gave him some of the medicinal wine given by Xue Hu.

In terms of food, Zhao Yu did not abuse Zhao Yunan, basically what he ate, Zhao Yunan ate, after more than a month of food recuperation, now Zhao Yunan has lost his previous skinny and become strong.

"Young Master?"

Quickly ran to Zhao Yu's side, and Zhao Yunan stood behind Zhao Yu like a shadow.

"Hmm!"

Zhao Yu nodded, and then walked out of the courtyard with Zhao Yunan.

It's just that as soon as I walked to the arch of the courtyard, I saw a big man walking from outside the courtyard.