In a rare act of generosity, Jiang Sheng spent a penny to buy two small meat buns and gave one to Fang Heng, leaving her and Zheng Ruqian to split the two.
"It's not fair, it's not fair, why am I half the person?" Zheng Ruqian burst into tears, "Little Jiang Sheng, you are partial."
Jiang Sheng said earnestly, "Brother Fang Heng has just arrived, we must be nice to him."
Only in this way can we firmly hold the protective umbrella and not be afraid of the huge mountain.
Hey, brother Ruqian is always so stupid, but if he has his own intelligence, he won't be able to get around this corner.
Little Jiang Sheng sighed while biting the bun.
Soon after arriving at the bookstore, Jiang Sheng finished the buns in two bites, wiped the grease off his body, ran to the boss and said, "Boss, here are two copies of the book."
"Where did you come from, little beggar?" The boss glanced at Jiang Sheng's dirty clothes and immediately waved his hand, "Hurry up and stay away."
Jiang Sheng was accidentally knocked to the ground.
Fang Heng had a grim expression and immediately rushed forward, blocking Jiang Sheng behind him.
Zheng Ruqian argued with the boss, "We are here to work, not to beg. You can't look down on us because of our clothes. You are looking at people through the cracks in the door."
His fine cloth robe was quite neat, which made the bookstore owner calm down, "We need a mortgage to copy books. Do you have the money?"
"Yes!" Zheng Ruqian took out the eight copper coins in his arms, "Tell me, how much is it?"
The bookstore owner glanced at it and said, "Eight cents."
In fact, he didn't want to do business with these children. The reason why he talked about eight articles was just to deliberately embarrass them. After all, copying books required not only mortgages, but also pen, ink, paper and inkstones.
The mortgage for an ordinary bookstore is only two cents.
Zheng Ruqian froze on the spot.
Fang Heng frowned, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Fortunately, Jiang Sheng got up from the ground, held up one of his brothers with one hand, and snorted, "You're a big bully in the store, we won't copy it here anymore, and you don't deserve to put the books copied by my brother here."
After speaking, the three of them fled before the bookstore owner could get angry.
Running all the way to the end of the alley, Jiang Sheng didn't have time to regret that Xu Mo's job was going to be lost. Zheng Ruqian's sharp eyes spotted a small bookstore and said, "Look, there's one there too."
This bookstore must be newly opened, there are not many people inside, and there are not many books.
Jiang Sheng didn't have much confidence that this shop would copy books, so he tentatively asked at the door, "Boss, do you want to copy books?"
There was a pause and no one responded.
When a few people were about to leave, a young scholar suddenly came out and said, "I want it, I want it, as much as I can."
"Then, how much deposit do you need?" Zheng Ruqian asked softly.
This time he learned a lesson and hid the eight cents in his sleeve, not daring to reveal any of it.
"Two cents deposit, four cents per book." The scholar said with a smile, "If you become a regular customer, the deposit will be waived."
This is a serious business person.
On the way back to the ruined temple, Jiang Sheng held two books as if he had found a treasure.
Fang Heng and Zheng Ruqian were holding pens and ink, while the other was carrying paper and inkstones.
Jiang Sheng was still counting the accounts on his fingers. He made a total of sixteen cents today, spent ten cents, and had six cents left.
It can also be regarded as the family’s first income.
But what made Jiang Sheng the most happy was Fang Heng's joining. Although this man always had a cold face and said nothing, Jiang Sheng felt particularly at ease when he rushed over at the door of the bookstore just now.
I will no longer be afraid of being bullied.
Back at the ruined temple, Jiang Sheng took out the hot buns from his arms and said, "Brother Xu Mo, this is for you."
Although the buns were very expensive and you could only buy two for a penny, they all ate them and there was no reason to leave out Xu Mo in the ruined temple.
"Thank you, sister." Xu Mo politely ate the buns and started copying the book.
The environment of the dilapidated temple is limited. There are no tables or chairs, so we can only struggle to hang on the bedding.
But even so, the words written by Xu Mo were regular and majestic, and it was obvious at a glance that they were children's skills.
Fang Heng glanced at Xu Mo and said nothing. He walked around outside and found a small wooden board.
There was no support from the small wooden board, but Xu Mo's legs were broken and he couldn't be pressed.
Fang Heng was not discouraged. He found a few stones to cushion the surroundings, and then put up a small wooden board. Although he was a little embarrassed and shabby, he finally had a flat table.
Xu Mo and Fang Heng looked at each other. Although they did not introduce themselves, they could see each other's suppressed thoughts through their eyes.
Maybe they have seen glory and wealth, but after falling into the mortal world and suffering all the hardships, their lives still have a glimmer of hope.
The buds of hope were given by the little girl who was cooking mushroom soup.
Jiang Sheng.
Not long after, the steaming mushroom soup came out of the pot.
There was still no salt, it was still simply cooked with water, but Xu Mo drank it calmly and calmly, as if he was chewing some delicacy.
Fang Heng's face contorted for a moment, but seeing the other three people enjoying the food, he began to doubt his own taste buds again.
"Brother Fang Heng, don't dislike it. Our family is poor and we only have fungi, but the fungi are almost gone." Xiao Jiang Sheng began to worry about the next step again, "It seems that we have to go to the mountains."
Zheng Ruqian was quite calm at first, but when he heard this, he sat down on the ground.
That deep mountain full of worms?
Can you, please don’t go in again?
When Jiang Sheng heard the commotion, he turned his head and said seriously, "Brother Ruqian, don't you want to make money? Don't you like the feeling of being rich? You can make money just by picking up mushrooms. Don't you want money?"
Zheng Ruqian scratched his head blankly. It felt good to be rich. If there weren't so many worms, he would also fall in love with picking up fungi.
"If you don't want to go into the mountain, don't go in." Xu Mo stopped writing and raised his head, "I can copy one book of this kind of villain book a day, which is enough for us to eat."
"How can that be done?" Jiang Sheng was the first to jump up and object, "How can we put all the burden of supporting the family on Brother Xu Mo? I am not a freeloader anyway."
She turned to look at Zheng Ruqian, "Brother Ruqian won't just eat for free, right?"
Zheng Ruqian nodded dumbly, "Yes, yes."
"Then we have to go into the mountains to collect mushrooms, and we can earn many, many copper coins in a day, right?" Jiang Sheng clenched his fists, "So, the two of us earn more than brother Xu Mo. We are great."
"Wow, that's great." Zheng Ruqian's eyes widened, "Let's go into the mountains and pick up fungi."
If Fang Heng hadn't stopped him, he would have carried Zhulou and headed out.
"We'll go tomorrow." Jiang Sheng stuck out her tongue. She seemed to have fooled brother Ru Qian.
Night comes.
Xu Mo also wanted to copy the book in front of the moonlight, but was forcibly stopped.
"Brother Xu Mo just has a problem with his legs. Is it possible that he wants to blindly blind his eyes again?" Xiao Jiang Sheng muttered, "How can we afford to see our eyes?"
Xu Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to lie down forcefully.
Early the next morning, the fungus soup was cooked and shared among several people.
Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian, who was full of energy, carried Zhulou on their backs and headed into the mountains.
Fang Heng touched a stick and followed behind him without saying a word.
