"I'm a little curious about what you're saying. What's the way?" Xiaojie's curiosity was also aroused.
Zhang Ban leaned forward and whispered a few words into Xiaojie's ear, then stepped away like a gentleman.
Xiaojie's eyes widened in surprise: "Is this okay? Can you really make money?"
Zhang Ban's eyes were piercing and he nodded confidently: "I have been observing this industry for a long time. Sister Qing'er worked in this industry at the beginning, but then she gave up this industry when she had more important things to do."
"From Sister Qing'er's successful example, I can see that knowledge and knowledge can be converted into money. Scholars are not necessarily poor and poor. As long as you dare to think and work hard, you will definitely be able to use your knowledge to help your family. There is only one way to survive, and putting eggs in one basket will never make me feel at ease. Now I can sit in a school, but I can't guarantee that I can sit in a school for the rest of my life. So, be prepared for a rainy day and don't be greedy for comfort!"
Xiaojie looked at Zhang Ban, who was talking eloquently in front of her, as if the high-spirited young man from before was back.
"Then, what do you need me to do?" she asked,
Zhang Ban smiled and shook his head: "You just need to let go of the past, be happy, eat and drink when you should, take good care of Yan'er, and leave the rest to me."
"By the way, I will tell you about the progress of my affairs at any time and let you see it. If you have any opinions, you can tell me. You are my good wife. From now on, we must work together , let Yan'er get married in the future with ten miles of red makeup and more money than she can spend in a lifetime!"
Because Zhang Ban found a new life goal and started fighting for it, and Xiaojie was also involved, the couple's hearts seemed to be rubbed together again like two forked ropes.
Every day that followed, Zhang Ban came to Sun's house on time after school, and accompanied Xiaojie and Yan'er to play in the yard. Sometimes Xiaojie took her children to visit other people's houses, and Zhang Ban was in the house. He was writing quickly at the desk inside.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, the candlelight in his room didn't stop.
So much so that Mrs. Sun noticed it and said to Xiaojie in private: "Xiaojie, I see that Zhang Ban has been reading and writing most of the night. You should persuade him that teaching doesn't have to be too tiring. It's not that big of a deal." That's enough. If you work so hard, why don't you give him an extra monthly routine in the school? I've never heard of anyone getting rich by teaching. I asked you to marry Zhang Ban because he was a scholar. A person with a good reputation, a teacher, doesn’t make much money, but he is comfortable..."
"Mom, Zhang Ban was working on a manuscript at night!" Xiaojie finally couldn't help but reveal this to Da Sun.
"Catching up on the manuscript? What are you doing?" Da Sun asked again, puzzled.
Xiaojie said with a proud look on her face: "I just write stories, like plays, miscellaneous notes, for people to read for entertainment."
Hearing the word 'entertainment', Mrs. Sun's face became a little ugly.
"Ouch, there was a candle burning there in the middle of the night and it was sizzling. I thought he was reading a book and having fun after doing it for a long time. This is too leisurely. He might as well get into bed and sleep. How comfortable!" Da Sun said.
Xiaojie shook her head: "Mom, he is not doing it for his own entertainment. Rushing for a manuscript is a very boring and hard work. He is working hard for this family and for Yan'er and I to have a better life."
"If he really wants to do that, let him take the imperial examination! Otherwise, let him find a way to find a job. You see, your brother is also a civil servant. He is currently working as an errand in Huguang County. How can he do it alone? As for my wife and children, I hope they will have more potential!" said the eldest Sun.
Xiaojie shook her head again: "It's not that easy, and everyone has their own ambitions! Rushing for a manuscript is an elegant thing, and it suits Zhang Ban very well. I also agree with it. Why don't you just spend a few more candles? It'll be fine. .”
Sun curled her lips and said, "I don't understand what's going on with you young people, and I can't control it. You can figure it out on your own, as long as you don't make any mistakes!"
Xiaojie nodded: "No, we just write storybooks honestly for people's entertainment. We don't steal, don't rob, and don't cause trouble. We just waste some paper, pen, ink and candles. Don't worry, mother. Bar."
Although Mrs. Sun did not understand this and seemed to feel sorry for the candle money in front of Xiaojie, she turned her back and met Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun. Mrs. Sun said this:
"Zhang Ban has been very diligent recently. We all fell asleep in the middle of the night and he was still writing in his storybook!"
Mrs. Sun was surprised, "A storybook? Is it the kind you'd get from a village opera singer?"
Da Sun said: "I don't know either, but from what Xiaojie said, I can't write without a little ink in my stomach!"
Bao Suyun said: "Zhang Ban is from Juren, so there is no need to question the ink in his belly. However, if the script is well written, it should be able to be sold for money, right?"
Mrs. Sun nodded: "It should be possible. I saw Qing'er writing in the past, and Zuo Junmo helped sell it. Later, Qing'er went to do the quotation business and couldn't take care of it, so I didn't write in the book anymore."
Bao Suyun praised: "This is an elegant thing, and only people who have studied can do it."
When Mrs. Sun heard this, she felt very happy, but she said deliberately: "I told Xiaojie that if he wants to write, let him write it. If he can really make a few three melons and two dates at home, then It’s also elegant money,
Unlike me, a butcher, every penny he earns is dirty and tiring. Moreover, he finds something to do, and it doesn’t matter if he gets busy. When he is too idle, he gets into trouble and always thinks about romantic things. . "
Now I will write down all those romantic things in my storybook, so that I can show them to others, and harm others, so as to save my worries.
In Changping Village, Zhang Ban is not the only one who wants to turn knowledge into money.
No, in the old Yang family home, during this time, Yang Yongxian has used perseverance and patience that he had not experienced in the past thirty years or so, and is intensively carrying out physical rehabilitation training!
Rehabilitation training and getting yourself back on your feet is just the first step. The next step is to make money.
There was a light snowfall and it cleared up soon.
In the backyard, Yang Yongxian was practicing walking in the yard with a cane in both hands.
The legs that had been lying there for more than three months were like noodles that had just been taken out of the pot. They were too soft to use any strength.
All the weight of the body fell on his arms. Fortunately, the crutches were strong. Yang Yongxian walked slowly step by step, with a layer of sweat on his forehead with every step he took.
Jin followed step by step, supporting and wiping Yang Yongxian's sweat, and sometimes babbling a few words that others could not understand.
When Lao Yangtou, accompanied by Yu Xingkui, came to the old house to visit Yang Yongxian, the scene in front of him made Lao Yangtou deeply gratified.
"Yongxian, take a rest when you are tired. Look at the sweat on your forehead." Old Yangtou sat aside and watched for a while, and found that Yang Yongxian had no intention of stopping at all, so he reminded him with concern.
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