In April in Chuzhou, spring is just right.

The most lively street in Chuzhou is Xianliu Street, and the gods are here, but they are reluctant to leave.

It's all there.

What you want to eat, you can think of it, there is it in Senliu Street, what you want to play, you can't think of it, there is also in Senliu Street.

In the inconspicuous corner of Xianliu Street, there is a table, and a small flag is inserted in the corner of the table, and the flag reads: Selling calligraphy and paintings.

The pen of the ancients is dipped in ink.

On such a street, you have to pay money to set up a stall.

It's not a protection fee, it's a booth fee.

I didn't spend money in ancient times, and I brushed my face.

The person in charge of law and order said that he is handsome and educated, as long as he does not get in the way of others.

Find a corner and put up a stall.

It is not a woman who is in charge of law and order, but a man.

Most of the scholars in Chuzhou City are in teahouses, restaurants, or green buildings.

Write a poem, moisten a pen, and the money will be in hand.

There are noodles inside.

In ancient times, there were people who set up stalls on the streets, and to be honest, they were rare.

The one who asked for food was called Hanako.

Set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings, in Chuzhou City, called Wenhuazi.

Now it is written in a pair of large characters, a total of eight words: between the pitch, the heaven and the earth are clear.

"Good word!"

Applauding people, literati dressed up, holding a fan.

Gu Lai dried the ink that had not dried on the words and handed it to the man.

The man put the fan into his waist and took the words.

Gu Lai glared, is this a literati, how can he stick a fan in his waist, how can it be like a knife.

Buying calligraphy and painting on the street

Either the pig's nose is stuck with green onions, and there is no money to buy expensive ones.

Either the vassal is elegant, there is no way to be rich, and the words of celebrities and celebrities cannot be earned.

Or it is a leak, those losers who fall in the middle of the road often have good things.

"Look, what you write is still like?"

In ancient times, it was very polite, the customer was God, and people picked and sold, and there was no buying and selling to pick people.

"Good writing by the gentleman, what price."

Gu Lai hesitated, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and looked at the customer's face.

The customer is very particular about dressing, and it should be a little money.

Asking him for eighty wen, too expensive? You can bargain!

Those who do business pay attention to the sky-high asking price and pay back the money on the spot.

The customer's face was delighted: "Eight hundred Wen? Is what the gentleman said true? ”

Gu Lai's eyes widened, and he couldn't speak.

He said eight hundred wen? It's not an auditory hallucination, right?

When the customer saw Gu Lai's face, he swallowed and saliva, quite embarrassed, as if he was uneducated and was recognized.

The temptation asked, "Is the gentleman asking for eight taels?" It's not impossible to ......."

"Don't don't, eight hundred wen, deal!" Gulai hurriedly pressed the customer's hand.

He had taken money out of his pocket.

"I'll give you another painting?" In ancient times, for no reason, he took so much money from people.

I don't feel sure.

The customer rolled up the words, pulled the fan out of his waist, and opened it with a whirl.

Tsundere up.

"Sir, we are scholars, exquisite, good things, we don't bargain, we come for nothing, we really don't want it."

Gu Lai said politely: "What I said is, you go slowly." ”

At this time, the sun will set.

Gu Lai cleaned up, picked up the cage and walked back.

Chuzhou is a rich land, and there are many literati and scholars, or vassal and elegant people.

The cultural atmosphere is quite strong.

Of course, there are many literate people.

Writing letters on behalf of you will definitely not make money, and in ancient times, you are selling calligraphy and paintings.

This is the third day of his visit to Chuzhou.

He didn't want to leave Chuzhou a little bit, for no other reason

It's too fast and too easy to make money.

For example, today, earning a penny is unimaginable, no different from picking up money.

When it was in Longqi City, it couldn't be compared.

At that time, I could earn forty or fifty wen a day, and I felt that it was God's reward.

Gu Lai also felt the decency of scholars.

One word, for 800 words, people thank you.

Co-author, one word, one hundred texts, are the people of Chuzhou City so rich?

It's not that I haven't seen the world since ancient times, it's too exaggerated!

Gu Lai was happy and bought a chicken to go back.

Make up for Xiao Wei.

In fact, in ancient times, it was not very bad money, and it was also for long-term planning.

When he first entered Chuzhou, he became a horse, three knives, and one hundred taels of silver.

The horse is the horse of Tie Zhongyang's dead martial artist, and the knife is Tie Zhongyang's dead martial artist's knife.

Sanpin martial arts, riding a good horse, with a treasure sword.

One hundred taels, that's the price of cabbage.

Gulai didn't like to bargain, that's all.

One hundred taels is not a lot, and ordinary people have three or two taels a month, which is already their income for several years.

Xiao Wei's injuries have not healed yet, so she has to spend money.

To get by, firewood, rice, oil and salt, you have to spend money.

After leaving Chuzhou City, there is no such a good deal, what should I do? You have to save some points first.

Where to stay, a little further away.

It's almost to the outskirts of town because it's cheap and quiet.

Xiao Wei is the princess of the former dynasty, so it is better to keep a low profile.

Not an inn, rented a small courtyard, rented for a month.

At the time of the war, a lot of people left Chuzhou City, and the house was empty, so some people bought it cheaply and rented it.

Long-term rentals, short-term rentals, and daily rentals are available.

Specially for those who are out of town, or who do business on foot, sightseeing.

Or unmarried couples

I all understand, there is always a time when love goes deep and can't help it.

There are also no sorghum fields in the south.

Pushing the door into the small courtyard, Xiao Wei sat on the swing, swinging around.

The swing is old.

Gu Lai strengthened it, replaced it with a wooden plank, and decorated it with some flowers and plants.

Xiao Wei suspected that it was sullen in ancient times.

I don't care about my appearance, but I'm quite good at pleasing girls.

"The scholar is back?"

Xiao Wei raised her head and looked at the white clouds and birds, and asked casually.

The gentleman is not called, but the scholar is called.

I don't mind it in the past, it's just a title.

"Hmm!"

Carry the chicken and go inside.

Xiao Wei jumped down from the swing, took small steps, and followed Gu Lai in.

In ancient times, chickens were killed and feathers were plucked.

Xiao Wei squatted on the ground, hugged her legs, and looked straight at her.

Gu Lai said: "Do you like to watch this? ”

Xiao Wei said: "I don't see this. ”

I don't ask about it.

Maybe you can say something, fleshy, or more subtle, with color.

Xiao Weige laughed, and after the injury recovered, she was much more cheerful.

I like to joke with the ancients.

Gu Lai thought it was a joke, but Xiao Wei didn't necessarily really mean it.

The internal organs are washed off.

Green onions, ginger and garlic are arranged, and salt is sprinkled with them, too.

Gu Lai rubbed the chicken, Xiao Wei asked, what is this doing.

In ancient times, it was said that the chicken was massaged.

Xiao Wei asked, why?

In ancient times, it soothes the muscles and invigorates the blood, and absorbs the taste.

Xiao Wei said, when her qi and blood were stagnant, did she also massage her like this?

How to answer?

Massaging her was healing, and now it's pickled chicken!

Besides, the chicken can be pressed casually and massaged her, but not everywhere.

Xiao Wei was also flustered, comparing herself to the chicken? looked at Gu Lai with a blank eye, very aggrieved.

Gu Lai said: "I didn't say anything. ”

Xiao Wei also stretched out her hand: "I'll also press it, taste it, and eat you when the time comes." ”

The eyes do not look at the chicken, but look at the ancients.

Does she want chicken?

Gu Lai pressed the end of the chicken, and Xiao Wei pressed the end of the chicken.

From time to time, the hands of the two touched each other.

Gu Lai didn't react, it's almost the same as a chicken's paw touching, well, looking at his expression, it's like this.

It's really not, who knows!

Xiao Wei is different, every time she encounters it, she peeks at the ancient times.

In ancient times, she pinched the chicken, and the pinching was heavier.

The chicken was stewed in the pot, and Gu Lai spread out the writing, burying his head and began to practice calligraphy.

Xiao Wei sat on the other side of the table, her feet off the ground, her legs dangling in front of the stool.

Let's take a look at the ancient practice of calligraphy

Take a look at the chicken stewed in the pot for a while

I don't know what the relationship between the two is.

The sunset shines on the window and sprinkles on Xiao Wei's big white legs.

Quiet, cosy and beautiful.

Chuzhou in April has begun to heat up, and Xiao Wei always likes to pick up her gown.

That's right, it's a gown.

It was an ancient dress, which was very wide on Xiao Wei's body, but it couldn't hide her figure at all.

Looming, even more imaginable.

Gu Lai bought clothes for him, and she said that the clothes were bigger and more comfortable, and she didn't go out.

Always in the cage of the ancients, turn out the clothes of the ancients, and wear them on the body.

Half an hour later, Gu Lai put the pen on the inkstone.

Xiao Wei jumped off the stool.

The clothes on the chest, fluctuate a little.

"Can you eat it?"

Gu Lai nodded: "I can eat it!" ”