At dawn, Xu Ling arrived at Lingbao Town again.
He didn't dare to waste any more time and went to the wonton stall from yesterday to eat a bowl of hot wontons.
The couple were surprised to see him coming again, and quickly asked Xu Ling if he had found any relatives.
Xu Ling said with a smile: "I found it. Not only did I find it, my uncle also found me a business job. I will come to disturb you more often in the future."
A bowl of wontons cost nine cents. The woman's husband's surname was Zhao. Xu Ling called them brother and sister-in-law Zhao. The woman was so happy that she ordered several wontons for him.
After chatting for a while, Xu Ling finished eating wontons and then hurried to Dongcheng to sell pears.
He wants to save some money for himself to do trouble.
First, we took out forty kilograms of pears and sold them for ten cents per kilogram. After all, the people of Lingbao Town would have a need to pay homage to the Buddha tomorrow, and they would need fresh fruits as tributes.
Before noon, Xu Ling walked into a bookstore with four hundred coins in hand. He had already observed that this bookstore may be in a bad location, the business is not as good as other bookstores, and not all the scholars coming and going are not He looks rich.
Xu Ling could tell from the clothes of those poor scholars that they were just a little better than him.
He walked in, and sure enough, the owner of the bookstore didn't say anything behind the counter, and Xu Ling just started reading the book carefully.
There are not only serious books sold here, but also some unorthodox books. The fragrant words on them kept popping into Xu Ling's eyes, making him speechless. It seems that the ancients' writing of books was as unorthodox as that of a professional writer in his previous life. The color book is here...
At this time, someone walked past Xu Ling. He closed the book in a panic, pretending not to understand and went elsewhere.
I heard a scholar say to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I have already finished copying the Three-Character Sutra that you asked me to copy last time. This is thirty pages. Please take a look."
Xu Ling pricked up his ears and listened.
The shopkeeper picked up a thick stack of paper, squinted through it under the light, picked out a few poorly written words, and said some other words, then lowered the price a little lower, "A page costs ten cents. I should have given you 300 yuan, but when you look at the words, your ink is dizzy, and this..."
The scholar's face turned red. He couldn't say no to a businessman, so he had to accept his bad luck and said, "That's all, then give me less."
The shopkeeper gave him two hundred and seventy coins.
The scholar asked for half a stack of paper, some ink, and an extra three hundred coins.
Xu Ling was speechless on the sidelines. Studying really costs money!
"Shopkeeper, what's the price of this big red paper?"
Hearing Xu Ling ask about the price, the shopkeeper didn't even raise his head, "Thirty cents a piece, no bargaining."
Xu Ling's flesh ached terribly, but thinking of his plan, he gritted his teeth and bought two pieces of red paper for sixty cents.
After paying the money, he hurriedly chased the scholar out. Before the scholar could get far, he hurriedly called to him.
"Sir, please stay!"
The scholar walked a few steps by himself. It wasn't until Xu Ling patted his shoulder that the scholar looked back at Xu Ling with a blank look on his face.
"What do you want from me?"
Xu Ling stretched out his hand and bowed, and said with a smile: "Sir, I just saw your beautiful handwriting in the bookstore. I liked it, so I wanted to ask you to help me write a few words. Is it convenient for you?"
He has an upright appearance, and although his face is a little rough, his eyes are bright and sincere, and the smile at the corner of his mouth is just right, making people fall in love with him when they see him.
At least he doesn't look like a bad guy.
The scholar's name was Luo Cheng. Xu Ling said that writing a word would cost ten cents, so he agreed.
The two walked to the alley that few people passed by. Luo Cheng took out pen and ink from the book basket behind him, while Xu Ling folded the red paper into a square shape, which was only about the size of a palm. One big red paper can be folded into eight small red papers.
He asked Luo Cheng to write the five words "Fu Lu Shou Xi Cai" on red paper. He wrote three words for each word, which cost him 150 Wen.
Among the people, red paper is often used by ordinary women as lipstick and face grease. It is also used to write couplets during the New Year, and it fades easily.
Therefore, some people also use this kind of paper to rub wedding cakes.
Luo Cheng didn't know what Xu Ling wanted to use it for, but he wrote fifteen characters according to his request. His handwriting was upright and elegant, and it was worth the price.
After Xu Ling and he exchanged their names, paid their wages, and then parted ways.
That night, Xu Ling did not stay at the inn, but slept in the wilderness outside the city.
He had space. Although he didn't know whether he entered consciously or physically, Xu Ling couldn't notice it at all. However, out of caution, Xu Ling usually tried not to stay in the space as much as possible, and would choose uninhabited places when entering and exiting.
At night, he climbed up a big tree and entered the space. First, he checked the vegetables and pear trees he had planted. When he found that the vegetables were ripe, he cut off all the leeks and green onions, tied them with straw ropes and piled them together. .
He planted four Chinese cabbages, all of them were long and juicy, with no bug eyes. He picked them and put them aside. What was left were pumpkins. The pumpkins had a long growth cycle and were not yet mature, but they also produced ten fruits. Here is a small pumpkin, it will probably mature in another three to five days.
These vegetables took up less than a third of the land, and there was still some open space in half an acre of space. Xu Ling was not idle either. He inserted a willow branch here and poured it with space water, and it came alive.
"After you get the money from the sale, go to the market to see what other seeds are available, and then plant some."
Xu Ling said to himself that space is his biggest trump card and he must make good use of it.
In the middle of the night, he began to classify the quality of the pears and stamp the words "happy" on the best batch of pears.
After confirming that those ink words could be printed on the pear, Xu Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief, got out of the space, lay down on the treetops and fell asleep.
The next day, when he heard someone talking on the road not far away, Xu Ling quickly climbed down from the tree, put the pears divided yesterday into bamboo baskets and cloth bags, and hurried into the city.
By the time he arrived at Lingbao Temple, it was already dawn, and he was too late to get a good seat.
At the foot of the mountain, the stalls under the trees on both sides of the road are crowded with people. The pilgrims who burn incense and pay homage to Buddha are not afraid of hard work and come on foot from the surrounding villages. The baskets they carry usually contain steamed buns, snacks, and some popular fruits.
Seeing that Xu Ling could not squeeze into a good seat, he had to spread hay and place pears in a place on the roadside where there were not many people. When no one was paying attention, he secretly took out the pears stored in the space and placed them in front of him from top to bottom. , built up layer by layer, like a small pagoda.
The pears he selected were large, green and yellow, with green pear leaves on them. The most noteworthy thing was the red words printed on the outside of the pears.
"Fu, Lu, Longevity, Happiness, Wealth?" Sure enough, someone soon noticed the special thing on the pears, came up to take a look, said these words, and laughed happily, "It's so clever. My thoughts, shopkeeper, if I eat your pears, will I get all these benefits?"
