Li Qing was a little helpless when he heard it, isn't it a good thing to go to the school for the first time? When he was a junior in high school, he went to the classroom early every morning to study.

At that time, he felt that it was very hard, but when the end of the world came...... The senior year of high school, which was very hard, became beautiful in his memories.

At least he didn't have to starve and freeze, and he didn't have to worry about someone eating him while he was sleeping.

Looking at Yao Zhenfu's appearance, he doesn't seem to be interested in reading, but Yao Zhenfu is not his child, and he can't say anything.

Yao Gonggong smiled awkwardly when he heard his son's words, and did not speak.

In fact, if it weren't for his son's reluctance to go to school too early, he would definitely go out half an hour early, so that he could earn a little more money.

Yao Zhenfu was reluctant to talk to Li Qingzhi yesterday, but today he spoke again: "Brother Li, Boss Zhu of Shunlong Commercial Bank was a servant in his early years, and now he has gotten into the eyes of money...... The people in the county are ashamed to be in company, and you should not get too close to him, lest others look down on you. ”

Li Qingzhi could only say: "Brother Yao, I have nothing now, and no one looks down on me." ”

Yao Zhenfu snorted lightly and stopped talking.

When he arrived at the county seat, Yao Zhenfu got off the boat and went to the school.

He told people that his family had a lot of land, but he never told people that his father was a boatman, and he felt shameless.

He was even reluctant to get off the boat at the river port next to the school, for fear that his classmates would see Yao Gonggong.

Not all the people in their school are rich, a few are poorer than him, but there are also some who are very rich.

For example, Young Master Zhu of Shunlong Commercial Bank, every time he comes to school, he will bring a small servant to help him run errands, and someone will carry a burden to bring him all kinds of food at noon.

Others live such a luxurious life, but his father is just a boatman......

Li Qingzhi waited for Yao Zhenfu to leave, and slowly got off the boat and walked towards the address Zhu Qian said yesterday. Zhu family.

After Zhu Qian returned home yesterday, he had already told his family that he had asked someone to help him write a book.

I heard that there was a poor scholar who was willing to write a book about Zhu Qian's life after receiving a penny a day, and the rest of the Zhu family was very curious.

Zhu Qian was busy with business in his early years, got married relatively late, and his wife was more than ten years younger than him, and gave birth to two sons and a daughter for him.

The eldest son is fifteen this year and is studying in the school, and the second son is only seven years old

As for his daughter, his daughter is eleven years old this year, and she is still a child, childish, and she follows her mother to learn to manage accounts at home.

The one who is most curious about writing books is Zhu Xunmiao, the eldest son of Zhu Qian.

Zhu Xunmiao went to the school at the age of six, and he has been studying for nine years, and he reads well, but every time his husband asks him to make an article, he is in great pain, and now someone wants to write a book for his father?

"Dad, when is that Li scholar coming? Can you ask him to write a book for me too? Zhu Xunmiao asked.

One penny a day, only three taels a month, and his monthly pocket money is five taels!

"You're only a teenager, you haven't experienced much in total, so why do you need someone to write you a book?" Zhu Qian looked at his son speechlessly.

He's different.

He has a better life now, and often recalls all the things in the past, and he was really hard at that time.

When he was alive, he could still talk to his family, but when he went, I was afraid that no one would think of it.

But if you write a book...... His descendants will know how he made money and made the Zhu family rich!

Last night, Zhu Qian tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, just thinking about what to write in the book.

I don't know if Li Qingzhi can write him well.

Just as he was thinking about it, the porter came in: "Master Zhu, Mr. Li is here!" ”

The Zhu family is a nouveau riche, there are not so many rules, Zhu Qian explained to the porter in advance, and Li Qingzhi followed the porter in.

The Zhu family was much smaller than he expected, and although the house was beautiful, it did not occupy a large area.

I think so, Chongcheng County, the county seat is not big, how big can the Zhu family's house be?

And he went to visit the ancient town of Water Town in his last life, and the houses there were not big.

There is a small courtyard from the gate, and then there is a place to meet guests, at this time Zhu Qian is waiting there, and there is a round-faced young man beside him, who is looking at him curiously with a pair of round eyes.

"Master Zhu." Li Qing greeted with a smile.

"Mr. Lai." Zhu Qian laughed.

Zhu Qian exchanged a few words with Li Qingzhi, then let his son go to the school, and took Li Qingzhi to the study he had prepared in advance.

It was a small south-facing room in the front yard, with desks and chairs, as well as pen, ink, paper, inkstone and some books, and the environment was very good.

Li Qingzhi calculated according to the memory of the original owner, and the ink, paper and inkstone in front of him cost twenty taels of silver at least.

He has memorized some books these days, and he has always wanted to practice calligraphy, and now he can practice calligraphy with the Zhu family's pen and ink for free.

As for writing a book for Zhu Qian, the book that Zhu Qian asked for was as vernacular as the script, and he could indeed write it.

The original owner can't read, but he loves to read books, and he has read a lot, as for him......

In the last years, he has actually been using pen and paper to record his experiences, and he will also write about some people around him, writing about various ...... before the end of the world

Nowadays, he can't write poems and articles that have been passed down through the ages, but it is not a problem to write about Zhu Qian's experience according to Zhu Qian's description.

Of course, before that, he wanted to talk to Zhu Qian.

Zhu Qian also planned to have a good chat with Li Qingzhi, he asked someone to bring pastries and tea, and began to talk about his previous affairs.

Li Qingzhi first took two pieces of pastry to Li Damao and Li Ermao, and then took one for himself, and ate the pastries while listening to Zhu Qian's words.

By the time Zhu Qian spoke with high interest for a quarter of an hour, there was no pastry left on the table.

Chapter 25: Writing a Book

The pastry served by the Zhu family is the champion cake.

This pastry is made of glutinous rice flour and sesame powder, which tastes very fragrant, and the Zhu family also adds walnuts to it, and the taste is even more unique.

The two children ate white rice before going out, and they were not hungry, and they couldn't eat a piece of pastry, but Li Qingzhi was different.

With the golden finger, he can digest it no matter how much he eats.

Eating too much can also make him recover faster.

Best of all, this pastry is so delicious that there's even sugar in it!

In this day and age, the price of sugar is not cheap.

There are people in Chongcheng County who grow sugarcane and use sugarcane to make sugar, but the ancient technology cannot be compared with the modern one, and the output of sugar is naturally very small.

In Miaoqian Village, Li Qingzhi had never seen sugar.

There is sugar in this pastry, and it should still be white sugar.

He now feels sweet when he eats white rice, and now he eats this sweetened pastry...... Li Qing couldn't stop.

Of course he will eat all the pastries, mainly because there are not many pastries on the plate.

"Mr. Li didn't eat enough for breakfast?" Zhu Qian smiled: "I'll ask someone to make a little for Mr. Li." He asked Li Qingzhi if he had eaten it before, and Li Qingzhi said that he had eaten it.

"I've already eaten it, but this pastry is so delicious, I can't help but eat more." Li Qing insisted.

"Mr. Li likes it, I'll ask someone to send another plate." Zhu Qian liked Li Qingzhi's calmness very much.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu, can I take this pastry home? My wife has never eaten such a delicious pastry. Li Qing insisted.

He wanted to bring some back to Jin Xiaoye before, but even if he ate pastries while drinking tea and chatting with people, it was not good to sneak around and hide pastries.

"Naturally." Zhu Qian was very happy to see that Li Qingzhi was full of love for pastries.

He once invited a scholar to dinner, and the man turned out to be disgusted with the food he had brought out......

Zhu Qian ordered someone to get the pastries, and then chatted with Li Qingzhi.

Li Qingzhi had read a lot of celebrity biographies in his previous life and knew various ways to write them, so he asked Zhu Qian what kind of one he wanted, Zhu Qian thought for a moment and proposed that he wanted the first person, Li Qingzhi naturally had nothing to do.

"Master Zhu, I'll write some today, I'll show you later, if there are any shortcomings, I can modify them for Master Zhu." Li Qing insisted.

"Good! Mr. Nari, you write first. Zhu Qiandao.

Zhu Qian had a lot of things to do, and he left after talking to Li Qingzhi, and not long after, another steward came over and said something to Li Qingzhi.

The place where Li Qing writes the book is not far from the kitchen, if you want hot water, you can go to the kitchen next to it to get it.

In addition, the Zhu family is in charge of the three meals, Li Qingzhi can eat in the house, he has people send them over, and he can also go to the place where they eat to eat, and the food is the same as the Zhu family's account office and steward.

Li Qingzhi wrote them down one by one, saying that he would go to the place where they ate to eat.

When the people left, Li Qingzhi called Li Damao and Li Ermao over, and then introduced them to the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and scooped a spoonful of water into the inkstone and began to grind the ink.

After making preparations, Li Qingzhi also took a pen dipped in ink and put a pen on the paper: "Da Mao Ermao, my father will write your name to you." ”

Li Qingzhi wrote the names of Li Damao and Li Ermao on the paper, thought about it, and wrote the names of himself and Jin Xiaoye Li Laogen.

After writing, Li Qingzhi handed the paper to the two children, told them what the words were on it, and said: "Da Mao Ermao, your current name is a nickname, and in a few days, my father will give you a big name." ”

He had long thought about renaming Li Damao and Li Ermao, but he couldn't even eat enough at home before, so he put it on hold.

In the past few days, he can think about it, flip through the books again, and give the two children a nice name.

Li Damao and Li Ermao recently listened to Li Qingzhi's story, and they know a lot of things, so they are full of expectations for the new name.

Li Qingzhi kissed the little brains of the two children again: "Da Mao Ermao, you play for a while, Dad writes something, and when Dad finishes writing, I will play with you." ”

Li Qingzhi was a little glad that he had two sons.

How boring would it be to be alone with just one child? But now that they have two children, they can play together.

As for the child playing next to it may disturb him...... If he wanted to concentrate, no one could disturb him.

Li Qingzhi had already prepared, and before he came, he brought some small wooden sticks for the two children, and at this time the two children muttered and played, and put the paper with their names written on it beside them, and then scratched the ground according to the words on it.

As for Li Qingzhi, he didn't say a word, just wrote when he put pen to paper.

His handwriting is very ugly.

The original owner's handwriting is not very good, and he hasn't written for five years, plus his hands are weak now......

However, Li Qingzhi did not bother with his handwriting, and planned to write some out first.

Zhu Qian told him a lot of childhood things before, telling about the poverty of his family, and he can take that kind of life very well......