Morning. Xi shan.

Mo Haoqiong grabbed the bamboo basket and began to descend the mountain.

In recent days, Zhao Qingqiu has to eat for some reason. With one more mouth, the rice in the bamboo house is running out of fuel quickly, and it is about to be eaten clean. The bamboo house is broken again, and some dried bamboo needs to be bought to repair the house. It's time to return the borrowed bamboo rolls.

Mo Haoqiong slowly descended the mountain with the bamboo basket, and when the bamboo basket was on the mountain, he couldn't carry it behind him, and the snow fox would jump into it to rest mercilessly.

The wind was cold.

The Sword Valley is located in the southwest within the scope of the Kang Dynasty, and it should have four distinct seasons, but the Sword Valley is too towering, and the whole three mountains are covered with snow all year round.

If ordinary people visit Sword Valley, it really takes a day and a night to hike to the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain.

Mo Haoqiong walked down the West Mountain.

Mo Haoqiong walked down the sword platform.

This mountain is nameless, there is a big mountain base at the bottom, and the three mountains are split in vain from the sword platform in the middle of the mountainside, and the center of the foot of the three mountains is the small sword platform and the big old clock.

Above the sword platform is the sword valley, which is covered with snow all year round.

Beneath the sword platform is a big mountain, full of life.

Mo Haoqiong's footsteps were brisk, and at noon, he arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Not far ahead, two pieces of iron and wood stand a plaque.

Jingxi Town.

It is carved for a knife.

The handwriting is mediocre.

Further back, there is a simple village with a patchwork of houses. There is smoke rising.

Mo Haoqiong was dressed neatly, carried a bamboo basket, and walked into Jingxi Town slowly.

His stomach was beating vigorously and telling Mo Haoqiong that he hadn't eaten lunch. Mo Haoqiong stood in front of the Fugui Restaurant for a while. I looked at the villagers who were eating in twos and threes, and smelled the aroma of the food inside.

Mo Haoqiong touched his money bag again. It's deflated.

Pedestrians walking by the side of the road seemed to be separated from him by a world.

Sighing, he quickened his pace, turned a few alleys, and on the edge of the crack, there was a tofu shop at the other end. The exterior of this store is in tatters, and the place is already remote, so no one patronizes this store at this time. Mo Haoqiong unceremoniously pulled up the door cloth and strode in.

An uncle who seemed to be only pulling a few rags was lying on the kang very unfiguredly, and his mouth was flowing out of his mouth.

Mo Haoqiong sat down with a golden knife, threw the bamboo basket on the table, scooped a big bowl of soy milk, and drank it gurglingly.

The uncle rolled over and landed under the kang.

"Dog thief! steal my soy milk again!" the uncle got up from the ground, his eyes wide with rage, and he uttered wild words.

Mo Haoqiong scratched his ears, "What are you angry about, it's not that I don't pay this bowl of soy milk." I don't seem to be welcome, so I'll leave......"

The uncle found a chair and sat down, and sneered: "If you leave, who will you take the money from." Don't eat or drink?"

"You're not the only one in the town who wants to learn how to read, I can teach others. ”

"If others really want to learn, they all go to the school. How can anyone spend any more money to find someone to teach?"

"Hey, don't say it, there really is. I don't know how many people ask me for personal tutoring! And you, why don't you go to school?"

"I'm in a hurry with you when you say this again! I've said it several times, I'm such a big person, I'm embarrassed to go to the school. The uncle's voice became lower and lower, as if he was embarrassed, "Moreover, the tuition fee of the great sect master is less......"

"Do you know that I want less? Then don't deduct my wages anymore, I want to eat. ”

"Then I want it too! I don't know if this tofu shop is too biased or whatever, but no one ...... it."

"This is one, and the second is that your exterior decoration is too broken. Mo Haoqiong rolled his eyes, "You are this age, why do you still want to learn words, it seems that you are really young and strong, and most of them work hard." ”

"Here...... Uh, that's too cumbersome. When I was a child, I didn't want to learn because I was afraid of difficulties. Now I'm willing to learn. Why, that's not a good thing?"

"Good thing, good thing. Mo Haoqiong lazily lay on the table, trying his best to hide the anger of the five internal organs.

Looking at the mash guy in front of him who hurriedly prepared paper and ink, Mo Haoqiong couldn't help but think of the previous thing when he taught Lu Wei to write.

A double word, the top two "隹", and the bottom one "again". And this mash guy called Reed can creatively take out the following "and" and use it to juxtapose to form a "double" character.

The reed grinned and said, "How?"

Mo Haoqiong replied honestly: "You can use it yourself, but the outside world has to be beaten by the board." The government has a unified script and cannot be changed without authorization. ”

The reeds were suddenly as decadent as eggplants. "It's easy to write like this......"

Mo Haoqiong was very curious about him. A person who can't write, but can repeatedly improve and simplify the font without repeating it. And no matter from the surface or the inside, Reed's income depends on this tofu shop, I really don't know where he got the money to learn to read and buy paper. And after knowing each other for a long time, I'm used to it, whatever, he's really a mash guy anyway.

"The old rule, two taels of silver. A hundred words for the church. ”

"Yes. By the way, a bowl of soy milk. ”

"Yo! The price has gone up! It's so dark!"

"If the price doesn't rise, where will I get the money to eat and write!"

One tael of silver for a thousand wen.

Two hours past noon.

Mo Haoqiong packed up the bamboo basket and other things and slowly got up, "Remember to practice diligently, and don't slack off for a day, otherwise these hundred words will definitely be forgotten in three days according to your brain." I'll go first. ”

"Why don't you stay for dinner?" said Reed, putting away the pen and paper.

"Don't stay. Definitely asking for money!"

"Hehe, you know me!"

Mo Haoqiong touched the money bag, and it was the root of life.

The stomach was frantically resisting Mo Haoqiong's indifference.

Paced to the small bookstall.

The bookstall seemed strange to the rest of the village, because the books were all bamboo rolls, not paper books. The most peculiar place is that the arresters or patrols of the government who are trying their best to suppress old things on weekdays turn a blind eye when they see this stall.

And at this time, the boss was not there.

Mo Haoqiong stuffed a few rolls of bamboo into the boss's box, turned out the boss's knife, carved a few bamboo slips and gently placed them on the side of the stone where the boss was sitting, and then put out eighty copper plates, which were pressed with the stone where the boss was sitting.

Mo Haoqiong paced away.

The bamboo slips are handwritten freely.

"Boss, I bought your mountain and river commentary without making an opinion, and I will publish seventy-five books in sixty-five languages. There are also five texts that are borrowed from the remaining volumes. ”

Mo Haoqiong still entered the Fugui Restaurant.

Mo Haoqiong didn't dare to sit down on that seat. Because he has to pay for tea and drink if he doesn't eat anything for a while, he can't waste every penny.

came directly to the counter, grabbed a sloppy junior, and said with a dry smile: "This brother, can you help me pack a Qingtuanzi." ”

Xiao Er glanced at the shopkeeper and found that the shopkeeper had stopped his abacus and was looking at him, so he could only endure his impatience and said, "Okay." Sixty-six wen in a box. ”

Mo Haoqiong left the restaurant where he was supposed to eat with a box of expensive and gold-like green dumplings in both hands.

In front of a cluttered stall.

Mo Haoqiong saw the standing doll in the center of the stall at a glance.

"Auntie, how can this great sage doll be sold......"

"Oh, you young man can pick it, this great sage doll is the latest style of Zhuxiu Spinning, you take a closer look, hands and feet can be twisted, the golden hoop stick can be wielded......" The lady rubbed her hands and strongly recommended.

"The main thing is the price. ”

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, the original price is 800 Wen, you can see that you really want it, and it's quite handsome, so 500 Wen will be sent to you cheaply." ”

"Five...... Five hundred wen?"

Mo Haoqiong was very hesitant. But before Zhao Qingqiu went down the mountain, he told him to buy the doll of the Great Sage.

The eldest lady felt that Mo Haoqiong was already a little moved, so she spoke again, "Little brother, you can find these ten miles and eight streets, it is definitely the cheapest here for me." You look at your sister-in-law, she will sell for 600 Wen!"

"I didn't ......," the next lady complained powerlessly.

Mo Haoqiong clutched the weak money bag in his hand tightly. A small piece of silver in the bag knocked him to the heart.

"Okay, I bought it. ”

"Thank you, little brother, next time. ”

Rice shop.

Mo Haoqiong habitually put his hand into the rice pile in the rice table that he often eats, and scooped it up and down.

"This rice is very shallow, it seems that Uncle Shi's business is good. ”

"Isn't the imperial court going to prepare for the ceremony, and the grain harvest is quite tight. However, it also collects rice at the market price, which is not too dark. ”

Mo Haoqiong thought for a while, then looked up at another rice platform.

Can rice, nine pounds of money.

Mo Haoqiong looked at the rice platform in front of him again, kueh rice, four pounds a catty.

"Uncle Shi, just like last time, thirty catties of kueh rice, and this time there will be ten catties of canmi rice. ”

"Yo, Xiao Mo has made a lot of money? ”

"I have a fat snow fox in the mountains, he loves rice, and I want to give it something good. ”

"Oh...... It's wrapped. You take it. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Shi. ”

Mo Haoqiong carried the bamboo basket on his back, and there were many things large and small in it.

Mo Haoqiong's money bag was deflated.

Walked past restaurants, walked past restaurants, walked past smoky houses.

Out of the town of Jingxi.

The sunset is very red.

I'm tired from my stomach.

Carrying the bamboo basket on his back, he dragged his empty body.

Go up the mountain.