When she got home, Li Qingzhi gave her the small silver coin, and the smile on the corner of Jin Xiaoye's mouth couldn't be suppressed.

On the other side, Zhu Qian's eldest son, Zhu Xunmiao, had already returned home.

"Dad, how is the book that wrote you?"

Zhu Qian said: "A beginning has been written, take a look!" ”

As he spoke, Zhu Qian showed Zhu Xunmiao what Li Qingzhi had written.

Zhu Xunmiao took it, and was shocked by the child-like words, with sometimes thick and sometimes thin strokes.

This word is not much stronger than his father's words!

Let's go to the article...... The story is clearly written, but it is neither quoted nor literary...... You must know that some of the scripts he reads will write a poem at the beginning!

Zhu Xunmiao felt that this writing was really ordinary.

But think about it...... A person with a little knowledge would not be willing to write a book for his father, and if someone else writes for a day, he will receive a penny...... It's good that his dad is happy.

"How? Pretty well written, right? Zhu Qian asked.

This is all written by his father, and he can't say that he writes badly...... Zhu Xunmiao said: "This word is really ordinary. ”

Zhu Qian said: "Mr. Li has no strength in his hands when he recovers from a serious illness, and there is no way to do it." ”

Thinking of Li Qingzhi's skinny appearance, Zhu Xunmiao didn't say anything.

Li Qingzhi is skinny and shabby, and he has two skinny children, and it is extremely difficult to come to the house.

Now people just want to earn some money by writing books for his father, and he doesn't need to ruin his livelihood.

Zhu Xunmiao said: "Dad, he writes very well, when he finishes writing, I will copy it again and leave it to future generations." ”

"That's how it should be!" Zhu Qian was very happy.

On the second day, Li Qing followed Yao Gonggong to the county seat to help Zhu Qian write a book.

When he arrived at Zhu's house, the Zhu family had already eaten breakfast, but the housekeeper left him one.

The Zhu family ate porridge for breakfast, and he also got a salted duck egg and a plate of pickles steamed with rapeseed oil.

Before the end of the world, when he went out to eat, he felt greasy when he put too much oil, but now he ...... The dishes with oil are really fragrant!

Li Damao and Li Ermao looked surprised: "Dad, this pickle is so delicious!" ”

"Hmm." Li Qing insisted on getting down, and put the salted duck eggs in his pocket by the way.

This duck egg can be brought back to Jin Xiaoye to eat.

Li Qingzhi wrote a day yesterday, if he didn't have a golden finger and could repair his body, he might not be able to lift his hand today.

Relying on the gold finger, his arm recovered well, and when he wrote today, it was also a lot smoother.

However, after writing for a while, he still has to rest for a while, and when he rests, he will talk to the two children.

Li Damao and Li Ermao often play together, and the two can kill time together, plus they have to sleep for an hour at noon...... The two children followed him to stay in Zhu's calligraphy, and they didn't feel bored at all.

However, when Li Qingzhi was writing, they would occasionally come over, grab Li Qingzhi's chair and call him "Dad", standing on tiptoe to look at the things on the table.

That look is so cute, every time Li Qingzhi sees them, he has to kiss them twice, and then he feels that he has the strength to continue writing.

This time, Li Qing insisted on writing word by word, and wrote it once and again, even if there were alterations, he left it there and did not copy it again...... At the end of the day, he wrote nearly 3,000 words.

Li Qingzhi plans to write 3,000 words a day in the coming days.

If Zhu Qian didn't want the book to be too long, he would write it for a month, and the next book of 100,000 words would be completed.

If Zhu Qian wanted to write longer, it would not be impossible for him to write for a few more months.

In short, everything came according to the requirements of the financier.

After writing, Li Qingzhi took another small silver cake and took the two children home.

The blessing of Li Laogen, the people in Miaoqian Village already knew that Li Qingzhi had found a good errand.

They had sympathized with Jin Xiaoye before, but they didn't think that in the blink of an eye, Li Qingzhi, who had become a waste in their eyes, found an errand in the county seat.

With one penny a day, Li Qingzhi earns no less than Yao Gonggong!

He can still eat meat every day in the county, and he even brought back the champion cake!

During the day today, the people in the village have been talking about this matter: "It's not that Li Qing is not good at learning, how can he still find such a good errand?" ”

"Yao Zhenfu has been studying for so many years, and I haven't seen him take money from home."

"If this Li Qingzhi can continue to do this, their family's life will definitely get better and better."

"What Li Laogen said is not necessarily true, he loves to brag the most."

……

The people in the village chatted for a day, and in the evening, they waited on the stone bridge in anticipation, waiting for Li Qingzhi to return.

As soon as Yao Chenggong's boat docked, someone immediately went over and asked Li Qingzhi a question: "Li Qingzhi, what is the family like at Master Zhu?" ”

"Li Qingzhi, you are in Master Zhu's house, can you really eat meat every day?"

"Li Qing ......"

……

A large crowd of people surrounded themselves with smiles and smiles!

Li Qingzhi was in a hurry to talk to Jin Xiaoye yesterday and didn't talk much to the people in the village, but today he planned to stay at Hebutou until dark before going home.

Today, he spent most of his time writing during the day, and he didn't enjoy the good feeling of being surrounded by "popularity", but now he can enjoy it.

"Old Man Zhu's house is very beautiful, you can eat some meat every day, and today at noon, I ate steamed ......eggs with minced meat," Li Qing answered the question with a smile.

The people in the village were drooling when they heard it.

Some people were envious, so they asked Yao Zhenfu: "Zhenfu, why didn't you copy books for people?" I can eat meat every day! ”

"Yes, aren't you very knowledgeable? Why don't you go and copy books? ”

How could he go to the same school to copy books! That's so contemptible! Yao Zhenfu was unhappy in his heart: "Then Master Zhu gave him an errand because he saw Li Qingzhi being pitiful, and I didn't know how many days he could do it!" ”

Yao Zhenfu finished speaking and left.

However, everyone in the village listened to his words - it turned out that Li Qingzhi was able to find an errand because Master Zhu looked at him pitifully.

Someone else ran to ask Li Qingzhi, but Li Qingzhi did not refute: "I asked from store to shop that day, trying to find an errand, but I never found it, and then Master Zhu saw that I was pitiful, so he asked me to go to his house to copy books, this errand can't be done for a long time." ”

The people in the village were a little jealous at first, but after listening to Li Qingzhi's explanation, they felt comfortable, and began to ask Li Qingzhi how the Zhu family was like.

Li Qingzhi chatted with them with a smile and said some things that everyone in the county knew about.

On the other side, the Zhu family.

Yesterday there were only more than 1,000 words, and Zhu Qian always felt that it was less, but today there are 3,000 words!

Today's 3,000 words also wrote about Zhu Qian's various experiences when he was young, and his thoughts written in them are exactly the same as what he thought in his heart!

Zhu Qian's eyes were hot, and he wanted to talk to someone about the hard life he had lived in the past, and when his son came home, he couldn't wait to show his son what Li Qingzhi wrote today.

Zhu Xunmiao saw that many things written by Li Qing had been altered today, and she became more and more speechless.

This Li Shusheng writes things, which is really a bit perfunctory.

Just waiting for him to finish reading...... Zhu Xunmiao couldn't help but ask her father: "Dad, what's next?" He couldn't wait to see what was going on.

Obviously, he knows everything about his father, after all, his father always likes to talk about his "great achievements" at home.

But what I wrote was still a little different from what his father said, book

He wrote his dad a little better.

"The rest hasn't been written yet!" Zhu Qian opened his mouth and handed the paper to Zhu Xunmiao: "Ah Miao, didn't you say that you wanted to help Mr. Li copy it?" Let's copy it, and when you copy it, I'll take it to Uncle Li and show it to you. ”

This is his book!

Zhu Qian had already begun to ponder, and when the writing was written, he would find someone to copy a few more.

Not only for his children and grandchildren, but also for his friends to show and let them know about his past.

As for others, they may look down on him when they see it...... Everyone knows about his birth, and there is nothing to hide.

Zhu Xunmiao: "......" before his father wished that he would study all day and not be distracted by other things, but now he actually asked him to copy books?

Zhu Xunmiao was thinking so, and Zhu Qian said again: "Wait, you won't have time to read if you copy books...... You find someone in the academy and let him copy it for you! ”

That's right! Zhu Xunmiao agreed to come down and prepared to find someone to help copy the book tomorrow.

Although his family is rich, some scholars in the county look down on him, and the best school run by an old man in the county is unwilling to accept him, so he can only study with Li Xiucai, who only has money in his eyes.

Li Xiucai loves money and accepts all students, and his classmates have a lot of knowledge and generally do not plan to take the road of the imperial examination.

These people just want to know how to read and write so that they can find errands in the future, so they are naturally willing to help people copy books to earn money.

Chapter 27: Chasing Changes

Zhu Qian's autobiography, after Li Qingzhi wrote a beginning, he substituted it in, and the more he wrote, the better.

This good does not refer to literary style, but mainly emotion.

Zhu Qian's family was poor, but he wanted to live a good life and was willing to fight for it...... Li Qingzhi can empathize with such emotions.

His thoughts now are exactly the same as those of Zhu Qian when he was young.

He also wants to live a good life, he wants to eat something delicious!

In addition, he beautified some of Zhu Qian's experiences...... Before he knew it, ten days had passed, and he had written 30,000 words, and Zhu Qian didn't let him revise it from beginning to end.

Zhu Qian is really a good Party A.

After ten days of writing, Li Qingzhi's writing speed was much faster, but he still wrote 3,000 words a day, and at the same time consciously wrote more correctly.

He has the heart to participate in the imperial examination, and if he wants to participate in the imperial examination, he must have a good hand.

This good does not mean that it has a unique style and bones that are self-contained, but that the handwriting is black and smooth and the size is consistent, like a printed word.

Li Qingzhi can understand this very well, and he also practiced calligraphy before the college entrance examination in order to score the paper.