It is already more than 20 days of the lunar month, and in a few days, it will be the New Year, and the days will increase the longevity of people, and every New Year, recalling the past, there will always be a lot of melancholy in my heart.

Outside the house, the cold wind was howling, the mountains were reckless, and there was light snow flying.

Wang Han prepared the pen and ink, sorted it out neatly, put it in a backpack, drank some hot water, warmed his body, and got up.

"Ziteng, you have a good rest at home, I will go out to write some couplets to the nearby villagers, and I may not come back at noon, you can cook and eat by yourself." ”

Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.

Every year, the village puts new red couplets on its doors.

And many down-and-out readers will take the initiative to come to the door at this time, and every time they write a couplet, they can exchange it for a few pennies, or a chicken, a duck or something.

Since Wei Niang's death, Wang Han couldn't let go, he didn't do anything except study, he kept sitting and eating, making a good haode home surrounded by walls, clean and slippery.

Now that he is going to let the prince vacate the school to study, how can he have less money, without money, the school will not accept people.

"The Wang family is a scholarly family, how can I be cut off from me, no matter what, I want Teng'er to study hard, get ahead, and glorify the lintel of my Wang family. ”

Wang Han thought of the anger he received in Tongrentang today, and the old man who had not been in contact with him over the years, he had been holding back a fire in his heart, he wanted to lift himself, and he wanted to raise his eyebrows.

But he knew that he was getting older, and his spirit could no longer keep up.

To persist in this way can only be a waste of time and a waste of time.

Now, I just hope that my son can achieve something.

If the father is more valuable than the son, he will still be proud.

"If you want to go to Hongyi School to study, you need at least ten taels of silver, and I write a couplet, which is ten cents at most. Wang Han frowned a little, the gap was too big.

Ten pennies are equal to one penny, ten pennies are equal to one copper plate, and one hundred copper plates are equal to one tael of silver.

Ten taels of silver is equal to 10,000 yuan!

Wang Han had to write a thousand couplets at least without eating or drinking to earn ten taels of silver.

There are only a few days left before the Chinese New Year, and even if you write a thousand couplets, you may not be able to sell them, and even if you can sell them, you may not be able to buy ten cents for each couplet.

Carrying a backpack, Wang Han walked in the cold wind, tightened his clothes, and walked calmly.

"How much can you earn, if it's really not enough, I'll think of other ways after the New Year. ”

"Wang Xiucai, what are you doing here?"

The people in the village, seeing Wang Han carrying a bag and walking towards the outside of the village, opened their mouths to say hello, Wang Han's face was hot, and he came out to write couplets for the first time to make money, and he always felt that his face was hot, there was no brilliance, and he couldn't let go of face.

The status of a scholar is very high, but the status of a businessman is very low, so that Wang Han feels that he can't raise his head in front of the villagers, and when he sees people asking, he just says: "There are some things to go out." ”

After Wang Han went out, only Wang Ziteng was left alone at home, except for some pain, he was not injured, got up from the bed, sat in the empty house, closed his eyes and pondered.

"Since I'm here, I have to live well, and I don't want to be rich or rich, I just want to be able to live a quiet life without worrying about food and clothing. ”

Wang Ziteng knew that he was a person with no ambitions, and he never thought that one day he would be drunk and lying on the knees of a beautiful woman, waking up to the power of the world, he just wanted to be happy, rich and contented to live this life, and to be able to be a rich idler, that is also very haode.

"However, it is not easy to live a worry-free life here. ”

Looking at his home, there was nothing empty, poor and white, only the howling cold wind blew in from the leak of the house, which made him can't help but think of the great poet Du Fu's "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind", and whispered:

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain do not move like a mountain!

Looking around, Wang Ziteng shook his head, and thought with some sadness and indignation: "As soon as others cross, it is not to get a great master, to cultivate into a Da Luo Jin Xian, from now on, the younger brother worships, and the group of females kneels down, that is, to obtain a magical treasure, invincible, omnipotent, even if it is the most inferior crossing person, he can also make all kinds of inventions and creations, and he earns so much money, he is named a marquis, and the official is the best, but I can't do anything, I really lose the face of countless traversers." ”

I am a graduate of an ordinary university, and after graduation, I work in an ordinary small company, and I don't know anything about more than 2,000 yuan a month.

I've heard of making glass, gunpowder, cannons, and so on, and if you let yourself do it, I'm sure to do it once and fail once.

"I'm such a failure, I can't do anything, even if I cross over, I can't mix the wind and water!"

Wang Ziteng bowed his head and pondered his future path.

"The status of a scholar in the Tiantong Dynasty is the highest, and if you want to get ahead, only by studying this way, you must at least be admitted to a lifter, so that you can live the small life you want to live. ”

"Well, it's decided, just follow what my dad said, go to Hongyi Academy to study, take the Xiucai, the exam, and the Jinshi, climb all the way, step on the peak, and shine on the lintel. ”

"If you want to go to Hongyi School, you need at least ten taels of silver, just with my father's words, it is difficult to scrape together so much money in such a short time, I also have to go up the mountain to collect medicine and exchange some money. ”

After a brief tidying up, Wang Ziteng drank enough hot water, carried the medicine basket on his back, and left the house.

The mountains are majestic, the sky is cold and the ground is frozen, and the continuous mountains are vast, as if they are submerged by the sea of clouds, and the cold wind blows, and the prince rubs his hands, lets go of his steps, picks up the places where the wind can't blow, and walks quickly.

Mountain winds, paths, teenagers.

Medicine basket, cold cold, cheongsam.

A young man in Tsing Yi, carrying a medicine basket, walked on the mountain road, his clothes were blown by the wind and clinging to his body.

"It's so cold, in my time, the weather is getting warmer, the seasons are unknown, even in winter, it won't be so cold. ”

Hushing the heat, Wang Ziteng wrapped his clothes and looked at the depths of the sea of clouds, the herbs in the near mountains have almost been picked, and if you want to pick herbs, you must go deeper into the mountains.

With his head down and braving the wind, Wang Ziteng cautiously looked at the mountain road, lest he accidentally roll down again.

"Hey, what's that?"

Not far away, a turquoise fluorescence flashed, and the prince hurried a few steps to the front.

"It's a snake!"

The verdant and crystal snake, with the thickness of a thumb, the length of a palm, the whole body is green, like a green agate cast, crystal clear, very lovely, at this time lying on the ground, the abdomen, there is blood flowing out.

"In the winter, the snakes are hibernating, how did this snake appear here and be injured?"

After Wang Ziteng approached, he looked at it and decided to leave.

He didn't want to save it, although the snake was very good-looking, but the moment he saw the snake, the first thing he remembered was the story of the farmer and the snake.

The story goes that a farmer rescued a frozen snake in the winter, and after rescuing him, the snake immediately bit the farmer to death.

Hiss!

The snake letter spat lightly, and the little green snake coiled up its small body, held its head high, and stared at Wang Ziteng, revealing a very humane begging color, gentle and compassionate.

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