Chapter 329

After listening to the story of master he, song Xijiao was filled with emotion. Ling Ziqing did not cheat her. Master he is not even afraid of the father-in-law from the palace. What else would he be afraid of?

And he was particularly disgusted with women Well, I'm afraid this business will fail today.

However, she looked at the young man curiously and said, "since you know that master he is deliberately playing tricks on others, why do you have to wait here?"

The young master said, "I'm not afraid of the girl's jokes. I want to be the guest of master he. I have no other way but to disturb him day by day. I hope that one day, I can move Mr. He with sincerity and accept it."

Song Xijiao nodded clearly, which was nothing to laugh at.

In this era, there are only a few ways for scholars to study and read. They can either become an official in the dynasty, or be a teacher, or set up a stall in the street to write for others.

However, the ordinary people have no way to become an official unless their talent is beyond ordinary people's or there is a recommendation from celebrities.

To be a teacher, you should be respected and respected. Who would like to teach a child of a rich family who is young and has no fame or achievements?

The best way to write for others is just like those scholars who work for her in Jinzhou City, who can earn enough food and clothing. I don't know how many of them have to suffer from hunger in summer, summer and autumn.

The rest, like this young man, is to be a guest of honour to some large families and give advice to others. But this kind of person either worships to the court minister's door, or is the military general's military master, this young childe unexpectedly ran to a calligrapher's house How can an expert in writing need a guest of honor?

Unless, he is not simply a person who can only write.

"Young master, since we are destined to meet each other, I will give you a gift." Song Xijiao knew that he couldn't see him today, so she took out a small pile of bamboo paper from Dafeng's arms, put it in front of him, and said with a smile, "this is bamboo paper. Have you ever seen it before?"

The young man was surprised and said, "so this is bamboo paper. I heard them talk about it. I thought it was just a sensationalist thing. I didn't expect that it was so exquisite. Can you really write on it

Song Xijiao said with a smile, "can you write it, young master, just go back and try it? If you are interested, you can come to Xifeng bamboo paper farm in the south of the city. I not only sell bamboo paper, but also sell bamboo paper books. Moreover, I need a lot of talents to copy books. Young master, rather than waste time in his daily life, would rather go to my place to write and copy. What's more, if you have any great works, I can publish them for free. "

"Publish?"

"It's to find someone to transcribe the articles written by the young master, put his name on it, and send him to all the high-ranking families for free publicity. When the time comes, the whole Huizhou City will know the talent and learning of the young master, and he is afraid that he can't find a place to go?"

Just as he was saying this, he saw that the porter had brought in a scholar who looked very simple. Before the porter could open his mouth, song Xijiao cut off the conversation and said to the scholar, "it's just right down from the pavilion. Do you want to see my bamboo paper?"

The scholar was stunned and gave the porter a look.

The concierge was also stunned. I don't know how many people come here to see master he every day. He has to hang them for a whole day. At last, these people either go away in a rage or come back the next day. This is the first time someone has been waiting here, the more excited!

The girl called the scholar in like a guest, and put the bamboo paper she had brought on the table. She introduced it clearly and eloquently: "are you still writing with bamboo rolls? It's out of date! Now, people all over Jinzhou City are writing with bamboo paper, and the threshold of the bamboo paper factory has been broken for so many days. Why don't you even know that? "

The porter saw that the scholar was stunned by the girl and shook his head in a funny way. Just let them go. Anyway, as long as these people don't disturb the master.

In the evening, the front hall of he's house was already full of people. Eleven or twelve scholars were shouting around two girls.

"Your fruit wine is a good thing. If there is one in the restaurant, I will go every day!"

Song Xijiao said with a smile: "if you are willing to help me copy a book, I will send you a pot of fruit wine."

"Really? I'll copy ten copies for you tomorrow and send them to the bamboo paper mill. Can you prepare ten pots of fruit wine for me? "

Song Xijiao said with a smile, "my shop is open to the sky. Naturally, you can't talk empty words. You're a scholar. You're noble and honest. You won't lie to me. Let's make a deal!"

Another scholar said, "you just said you would give you twenty dollars for drawing a fan. Is that true?"

"It's true, of course, but I won't pay for the poor painting."

The scholar immediately took out the painting he had intended to show master he from his sleeve: "how about this one? We still use bamboo paper from your Xifeng bamboo paper factory. "

Song Xijiao opened a look at the foot of the green bamboo mountain, the mood is high, and immediately said: "very good! I'll send someone to send you paper tomorrow. I'll finish the drawing and give you money on the same day. If you can draw ten copies a day, I can give you two hundred dollars a day. "Those scholars opened their eyes one after another. They are all poor scholars. It is more difficult to find a job every day than to go to heaven. They may not be able to earn 200 yuan all year round!

"I can do it too!"

"Well, I ordered it first. How can you compete with me?"

"Who says we're going to rob you? Let's take the lead. Miss Song, I've also bought bamboo paper from your shop, and I can paint. I'll show you tomorrow."

"Well, I'll be waiting for you at the bamboo paper mill tomorrow."

"Miss Song, what book do you mean by copy? He paid twenty dollars for drawing an umbrella surface, and only ten dollars for copying a book. Is that too little? "

Song Xijiao said: "painting depends on his true ability. Copying books is from other people's books. Naturally, it is much simpler. If you want to make more money, it's simple. Go back to write stories and write stories about scholars and goblins, ladies of great families and great swordsmen. After you write them, you can show them to me. Once they are used, they will cost at least $40! The more wonderful I write, the more people I see, the more I give. "

"Isn't that easy? I'll write it for you when I go back. You can get the money ready! "

Several women passed by from the corridor and looked at each other as they saw the bustling scene in the front hall. Who is this? I don't know where to do business.

All of a sudden, a tall figure appeared at the gate of the hospital. His face was blue and his breath was heavy. All of them fell on his long beard.

"Who is that little girl?"

He asked angrily behind him.

"Master, that girl is the girl named song in the letter from Mr. Ling. The plaque you wrote last time is now hanging at the gate of her bamboo paper mill," he said

"Go, get her out of here. In addition, send someone to take off the plaque on her bamboo paper yard and smash it directly at the door of her bamboo paper yard!"

“…… Yes

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