In the capital, the temperature may be pleasant in February, or the restlessness of spring. In the evening, the red lantern boat building docked next to the Jing River is bustling. There is an endless stream of literati and writers, listening to music in the shipbuilding, and writing poems against each other, so unhappy.

"Alas, it's too far...... Inaudible! ”

Not far from the Flower Boat Building, a painting boat docked on the shore, a young man in white sat on the bow of the boat, shook the wine jug in his hand, poured some into the wine glass, took a sip, and glanced at the lively boat building not far away, a little regretful.

A little girl boarded the painting boat with some calligraphy and paintings, and saw the young man drinking.

"Young master, drink less, we have no money." The little girl had broken thoughts.

The young man was bookish, looked back at the little girl, and said helplessly: "Didn't you let you sell calligraphy and paintings?" ”

The little girl pursed her lips, held the calligraphy and painting in front of the young man, threw it to the young man, and complained: "No one wants the young master's calligraphy and paintings." ”

"No, how much silver do you sell?" The young man put aside the calligraphy and painting thrown by the little girl, and poured some wine out of the flask.

"Five money...... Oops, young master, you still drink! The little girl snatched the young man's wine jug, "We have no silver, save a little and drink it tomorrow, there is still a month before the spring festival, and this silver has to save a little flower." ”

The boy sighed and simply drank the wine from his glass.

"Do you know how much silver we bought for the paper rolls of calligraphy and painting?"

The little girl nodded: "I know, I bought a paper roll for six dollars." ”

The young man hated iron but not steel: "The paper scroll is six dollars a piece, the young master, my calligraphy and painting are good, and then sell it for five yuan?" ”

"It was sold for ten dollars, but no one wanted it. Later, I sold it for eight or six dollars, but no one asked for it, so I sold it at a loss. "Little girl, a pot is not in my expression.

"How many are sold for five dollars?" The boy asked, somewhat uncertain.

"Two!"

Fortunately, there is not much to lose...... The young man breathed a sigh of relief: "Tomorrow you will sell five taels of silver for a piece." ”

The little girl's face was full of incredulity, and she probed the young man's forehead with her hand, "I don't have a fever, how can I talk nonsense......"

You don't understand it...... The young man slapped the little girl's hand away, "I'll get off the boat and leave, you write a note on the boat." ”

The little girl was reluctant to listen to it, "Other people's notes are written by yourself, so young master, you have to let the maid write the notes." ”

The young man said angrily: "I'll sell it to you again." ”

"The young master can't sell girls, and the young master can't even tie his own hair!" The little girl has a hippie smiley face.

It's so real...... The boy sighed helplessly and got off the boat.

After the young man disembarked, the little girl went back to the cabin and turned over the notebook and began to write the notebook:

On January 21, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, today and the young master first entered the capital, the young master gave most of the money on his body to the homeless, and the rest of the silver was lost, penniless, and wandered the streets with the young master. Fortunately, we met a very good aunt, who saw us pitiful and gave us some food to eat and some silver taels...... It's just that for some reason, the aunt gave a lot!

On February 6, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, ten years after entering Beijing, the young master bought a painting boat with the silver taels given by his aunt, saying that it was an investment, and when he left Beijing, he could sell it for silver, saving the silver of the guest house. The young master thought I didn't know, but in fact, the young master just wanted to stay close to the shipbuilding all the time, so that he could listen to the music without spending money.

On February 7, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, today the young master asked me to buy a paper scroll, saying that he wanted to make calligraphy and paintings and sell silver. Today, I heard that the painting boat costs six taels of silver, but the painting boat that the young master bought yesterday cost ten taels of silver! When I left Beijing, I couldn't get back ten taels of silver at all, and there was not much silver in the first place, and I lost it.

Today, the young master felt that he couldn't hear clearly on the boat, so he went to the pavilion next to the boat building to listen to the music.

On February 8, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, today the young master made calligraphy and paintings, let me sell them, the young master's calligraphy and paintings are very beautiful, I don't know why no one buys them...... Maybe it's in the wrong position, and next time try not to put the door of the casino.

Today, the young master went to the pavilion to listen to the music again.

On February 9, the twenty-sixth year of Yuanqing, I heard people talk about it today, and the maidservants all have a deed of sale in the hands of their masters. But the young master doesn't have my deed of sale in his hand, so he has to write a copy for the young master, and I am the young master's rightful maid...... Today, the young master went to the pavilion to listen to the music again.

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Su Mo carried a pot of wine and wandered to a pavilion under the ship. Here you can hear the Oiran playing music behind the curtain of the pavilion of the shipyard, you can see the dancers in front of the pavilion of the shipyard dancing to the music, and you can see the literati and writers of the shipyard reciting poems and drinking against the lord.

If I have money, I can go to the top of the boat and drink...... Su Mo sat in the pavilion, looking at the singing and dancing on the ship's floor, and was envious.

"Alas, people are poor and short-minded!" Su Mo lifted the flask and poured it into his mouth.

Offend public decency...... Touching the little broken silver in his arms, Su Mo couldn't help but be indignant.

Above the ship's floor, the piano sounded.

The spring breeze is coming, and a river is passing by.

Su Mo is not from this world. To be precise, the soul in this body does not belong to this world, but comes from a civilized world, an ancient country that has been inherited for 5,000 years, civilized and long.

On that day, when I woke up, my eyes were no longer in the past.

On that day, it was autumn and the pen was inked.

On that day, the autumn was lifted.

On that day, Su Mo stepped into this world and was at a loss.

In this world, there are immortals and demons, and there are many races.

In this world, all ways can cultivate immortals.

This world is full of dangers, but immortals are everywhere.

In this world, human life is like a mustard.

"Shit world..."

The body that Su Mo crossed over was called Su Mo when he was alive, coincidentally...... Su Mo learned about his predecessor and this world in the memory of this body.

Su Mo, the word Jingyan. The word that should have been erected at the 20-year-old coming-of-age ceremony was erected in advance because of the death of both adoptive parents.

Su Mo didn't know why he wanted to help his predecessor complete the Autumn Festival and come to participate in the Spring Festival Examination.

Maybe it's the obsession of the predecessor, is it the title of the gold list...... Su Mo sighed.

For the rest of his life, Su Mo had no plans at all.

Let's go one day and see one day at a time, and first fulfill the long-cherished wish for the predecessor...... As for what to do after that, Su Mo didn't plan to do it.

"Maybe you will take advantage of the trend to become an official?"

The title of the gold list is the long-cherished wish of the predecessor, and being an official is Su Mo's idea.

Although he was still confused, after months of precipitation and understanding, Su Mo was no longer as panicked and helpless as he was when he first came.

If it comes, it will be waved...

What are the readers of this world for...... Nominated for the gold list, it is on the rise.

But Su Mo has some yearning for the cultivation of immortals in this world, but the cultivation of immortals is too far away from ordinary people.

Let's set a small goal first and get a top score......

After thinking about it for a long time, it is still ...... Take it one step at a time.

After months, nothing has been accomplished... The only sense of existence is to pick up a little girl, and she was deceived with a bun......

It's a shame for the crossing peers...... Su Mo thought of some time-traveling novels in his previous life, those who became kings and hegemons after a month of travel, which was really enviable.

"Look at the people crossing, either with the system or with bUff! It's also all crossing, I don't have a system, and I don't have a bUff......"

Su Mo looked at the night sky above his head, and a shadow flew by, floating into the shipbuilding not far away...... "It's still full of hanging ......."