Chapter 660

On that day, Ruan Siyi wrote two letters to his family and got ten copper coins in total.

It was not until dusk, when all the vendors in the street closed their stalls, that he began to pick up things, pack them, and go home with his bookcase on his back.

When he was ready to close the stall, a man standing at the corner diagonally opposite for a long time quickly turned and left, wiping tears of unknown taste at the same time.

Ruan Siyi arrived at home and lights had already been lit in the courtyard.

Qiao's meal was placed at the table. Ruan Siyi went into the room and put the bookcase first.

"Xianggong, it's time for dinner."

He didn't dare to see her, and she didn't dare to see her.

Halfway through the meal, he took out a handful of copper money from his sleeve and pushed it over.

"Xianggong, where did you get the money?"

"It wasn't stolen anyway."

Ruan Siyi's tone was a little bad, and Qiao didn't speak. He seemed to feel his tone was wrong and said in a low voice, "it's earned."

There was a vague hum. Ruan Siyi seemed to hear the cry, but it didn't seem to be.

At night, two people slept in a bed.

He's out and she's in.

After moving here, there were only two rooms and two beds. Ruan Siyi inevitably slept in the same bed with Qiao. Although there is some distance between Chu River and Han Dynasty, it is in the same bed after all.

Ruan Siyi had never slept in the same bed with Qiao before. He thought she didn't grow well. He had been married for so many years and had the name of husband and wife, but he didn't have the share of husband and wife.

And now, what should go is gone, the most important thing is to leave her, but she is still by his side

Ruan Siyi's mood is very complicated

Life is so slow.

As the old man said, you can make a living, but it's just food and clothing.

As Ruan Siyi set up his stall for longer and longer, his letters gradually began to have regular customers. Like the woman who gave him the first one, she wrote it for him at a fixed point, and even brought several customers for him. Ruan Siyi's business is better every day, and he can earn more than 100 Wen. If he is almost, he can also earn more than 30 Wen.

After doing it for some time, Ruan Siyi also knew that he had painted two calligraphy and paintings, hung them on the stall and sold them.

He used to like vassal elegance, such as mounting calligraphy and painting. Make a good pair of people who know the goods and can sell several liang of silver. Of course, you may not be able to buy one in a month or two. After all, people who buy calligraphy and painting have some spare money. Naturally, they won't buy it at this kind of stall.

For a long time, Ruan Siyi gave Qiao the money she earned every day, but she couldn't hide what she was doing. Sometimes when Qiao saw that he didn't come back at noon, he would send him a meal or something.

Suddenly one day, there was another stall next to Ruan Siyi's stall.

Small stalls sell very simple things, that is, steamed buns and steamed buns.

Mother Chen can make snacks, steamed buns and so on. It doesn't cost much to do this, and I'm not afraid of losing money. I steam it now, and I'll take the rest back to eat at night. In this way, Ruan Siyi had something ready to eat at noon.

For a long time, people on the street know that the letter writing stand and the steamed stuffed bun stand are a family, and they are young couples.

For the scholar who always sat there silently and set up a stall, in fact, the people around him have observed it for a long time.

Without him, I always feel that he doesn't look like a person who does this, and he is very silent. He always sits there with his head down and can sit for a day.

At first it was like this. After a long time, the scholar would take out a book and sit there silently looking at it. A thread bound book, he turned it over and over for a long time, and the edges were rolled.