In this era, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are extremely expensive, Liu Yuanfang's inkstone has cracked, and the pen barrel is also cracked, and you can see that it has been used for a long time.

Shu Ange looked at the clothes on her body again, the standard outfit of the scholars of this dynasty is to praise the clothes and belts, and the jade pendant incense is crowned and high-shoes, but she is now only dressed in a white green cloth that has been washed and washed.

The two sleeves are breezy and there is nothing long, this is about the best portrayal of Shu Ange at present.

The original owner couldn't carry it on his body and couldn't carry it in his hands, Shu Ange began to worry about how to solve the imminent livelihood problem.

If you are like the original owner who barely makes a living by copying scriptures, calligraphy, paintings, and murals, and even barely subsidizing the family, Shu Ange is unwilling in his heart.

Besides, there was not much time left for her, and she would drag on doing nothing, staying in the temple and being looked down upon, and staring at when disaster struck.

Shu Ange believes in making a decision and acting, and doing it yourself is the king.

Therefore, Shu Ange feels that the most important thing for her at the moment is to go out to see the state of the world and the people, find a way to make a living, and then act at the opportunity.

The idea has been decided, Shu Ange immediately went to find the master in charge of secular affairs in the temple, and he gave him a few days to go down the mountain to buy some sundries.

The world was difficult, and people pinned their hopes on the Buddha's blessing, so the monk's life was quite good.

There are many good monks in the temple, but there are also people who are cunning and treacherous to watch people cook, the fat master with a wide body and a white belly, who has never liked Liu Yuanfang, who is poor and sour, and does not know filial piety.

Therefore, when he saw Shu Ange coming to speak, he only raised his eyebrows and said harshly: "Buy? Do you have any money? I'm afraid that I will steal the pen and ink in the temple to write and paint, and resell it at the bottom of the mountain, filling my own pockets. ”

He said in a weird way, it was about the original master's name, Shu Ange couldn't give in and said angrily: "The monks don't speak, master, you are unscrupulous, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?" Although the family is poor, but the sleeves are bright and fair, and he has never done the thing of a chicken and a dog thief, if the master does not believe it, we can find the host to confront him. ”

In this era, the reputation of scholars is greater than the sky, if there is a rumor of theft, Liu Yuanfang will not say that it is an official career in the future, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find an errand to settle down.

At this point, Shu Ange couldn't let him slander the reputation of the original owner.

The big monk in charge of mundane things just said casually, and when he saw that Shu Ange was more serious, he wanted to pull him to see the host, and he immediately softened.

He secretly scolded the scholar for being pedantic, but said on his face: "Hmph, people's hearts are separated from their bellies, and the monks are compassionate, and the poor monks don't care about you." ”

Liu Yuanfang copied scriptures and books to the temple to hide the scriptures, where there was a special preparation of paper and pen, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there are a number of inkstones, there is no possibility of entrainment of greedy ink.

Besides, with Liu Yuanfang's character, after being knocked down, he would rather be hungry than cheeky to beg for food, how could he do something like stealing.

There is no excuse for the crime that wants to be added, and in the face of the fat monk's ridicule, Shu Ange doesn't care. The temple is not a place to stay for long, and she won't be here all the time looking at people's faces.

She didn't answer, the fat monk mocked for a while, he felt bored, waved at her in disgust, and shouted: "You can go, but today's book copying task still can't be erased, and there are no idlers in Shanyue Temple." ”

Shu Ange returned to the hut where Liu Yuanfang lived, she changed into a clean old robe, and tried her best to keep her hair neat.

After packing up, Shu Ange took the twenty big coins and the only four or five remaining notebooks from the poor luggage of the original owner, and went down the mountain refreshingly.

Shanyue Temple is in the northwest suburbs of Muyang City, not too far from Muyang City, and in less than an hour, Shu Ange walked to the bottom of the mountain.

It's just that the original owner is a weak scholar, and she walked down this time, only to feel dizzy and tired, and it seems that martial arts are going to be practiced as soon as possible.

As he approached the suburbs of the city, there were more and more people, and Shu Ange's eyes were finally a little good.

At this time, it is the spring season of March, and the spring color of Muyang City is fascinating.

On both sides of the road that Shu Ange walked down the mountain, it is the famous place of spring in Muyang City.

The peach blossom forest and the apricot blossom forest on both sides, the blooming flowers are clustered, the joy is red and red, and the beautiful picture scroll spread out by the pieces of red and crimson white like the clouds, is as gorgeous as the clouds floating.

What is more intoxicating than spring is that the boys and girls wearing various colors and costumes under the flowers, are in their prime.

Jiangnan is beautiful, and even the air is moist.

Today happened to be the day when the children of the nobles invited each other to enjoy the flowers, and a few feet away from the road, a row of vermilion carriages were parked.

The flower forest has already been cleared by the guards, and only pedestrians are allowed to pass, but it is not possible to enjoy the flowers.

Through the gorgeous flower branches, Shu Ange vaguely saw the crimson delicate faces of the girls under the various flower trees.

They were in groups of three or five, their clothes fluttering like colorful clouds, laughing in a circle, and from time to time they said the sound of silver bells.

Looking at their chuckles and chuckling, and their eyes wandering, you don't have to think about it to know that they should be talking about the same freshly dressed and angry man next door.

An innocent girl of this age is not worried about anything, leaning on the door and looking back at the time of looking back.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a few young men dressed in wide robes and big sleeves to get close to the girls that Shu Ange had just paid attention to.

I didn't know what one of the teenagers said, but a girl jumped into his arms with joy, causing the female companions to cover their mouths and laugh.

In this era, as long as the family is comparable, the love of young men and women can be used as a manifestation of celebrity and celebrity in many cases.

The atmosphere is warm and arbitrary, and the young smile is like a spring breeze blowing through the peach blossoms and willows.

When he first arrived in the mission world, in order to familiarize himself with the customs and customs here as soon as possible, Shu Ange couldn't help but take two more looks.

In addition to this group of beautifully dressed boys and girls on the road, there were also passers-by dressed as civilians, their clothes were rude, their bodies were embarrassed, their eyes were vigilant, and their eyes were full of envy and fear when they looked at the men and women in gorgeous clothes.

Such indulgent children, Shu Ange was envious, but he didn't dare to disturb rashly.

She turned her gaze to the passer-by, and asked an old man in his thirties and forties, with dark skin and a slumped body, dressed somewhat like a stranger.

"Uncle, where are you from?"

"Hey, it's from the north."

Maybe it was Shu Ange's bookish anger that made the old man feel reassured, he glanced at Shu Ange with a cloudy gaze, and muttered back.

Muyang City is already in the extreme north of Daliang, and further north, isn't it?

"My husband is from Qi country? How's it going over there? ”

Shu Ange looked worried and asked again.

"It's chaos, it's really chaos, I can't live-"

It seems that this is a homeless person from Qi country, Shu Ange's heart sank slightly, and he watched the old man stagger away.

In the world where the wealthy families and the royal family are colluded and exploited wantonly, the Qi State can't stay, is it better for the Liang Kingdom?

(Meow, everyone's feedback is so little, the plot flow of this story, our beautiful man may appear a little less, do you want to add drama?) ）