Because of Zhu Yanli's help, the buns were sold out earlier than usual at the beginning of the day, so he went back quickly. After returning, Zhu Yanli took the initiative to help clean the steamer and other items.
In the next few days, he still came over early in the morning to help make the buns, and then helped sell them after making them. Shi Chu did not refuse, and actually paid him once a day. Zhu Yanli used complicated words every time he took the money. Looking at Shi Chu with eyes, Shi Chu thought that he felt that making money from a woman of his was against his true intentions, so he patted his arm and comforted him:
"Little scholar, it's not shameful at all to make money with your own hands. And don't you still want to continue studying? You need money to buy pens, inks, paper and inkstones. You haven't made money these days. You have spent all your time helping me. You don't If you are willing to accept the money I give you, what will you do in the future? Don’t think too much."
Zhu Yanli shook his head: "I didn't think too much. I originally just wanted to repay your kindness for taking care of me that day, but I didn't expect that it would actually become a job for you and make money for you... You don't earn much by selling steamed buns every day. , and you still want to give me a part, which makes me a little ashamed..."
Shichu raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and said to him: "Who said I don't make much from selling steamed buns? Don't you know how to collect money for me these days?"
After Zhu Yanli had a meal, he carefully thought about the money he handled every day, and then thought about the cost of making steamed buns, and finally said with some joy: "Then I can accept the wages you gave me with peace of mind!"
"Just accept it," Shichu said, and then asked him curiously, "I have a question. Is it convenient for you to answer it?"
Zhu Yanli immediately smiled at her and said, "Mrs. Du, just ask."
"You said that your family was impoverished. In the past, your mother did laundry or did embroidery work to support your education. Then after your mother passed away, where did your source of income come from?" Shichu looked at him with wide eyes.
Her words were actually a bit offensive, but Zhu Yanli didn't care at all. His handsome face turned red again, and he said shyly: "I, I wrote a lot of story books for bookstores, and they sold pretty well. This The bookstore owner has been urging me to write more for several days..."
When Shi Chu heard this, she immediately looked at the well-behaved scholar in front of her in astonishment. She never expected that this scholar actually made a living by writing scripts.
But if it sells well and is constantly urged by the bookstore owner, it must be a good write, so she asked enthusiastically: "What story books have you written? Tell me the title, and I will buy it and have a look." , as a favor to you."
Zhu Yanli's face suddenly turned redder. He hesitated and said: "Just, just some stories about talented men and beauties...no, nothing special. It won't be good for my family, so don't read it..."
Hearing what he said, Shichu became more curious and pestered him: "Just tell me, I really want to read it. What is it that a girl's family shouldn't read? Since you said it was a story about a talented man and a beautiful woman, I’m sure the girl’s family can watch it too, right?”
Zhu Yanli's face was so hot that he was about to smoke. When he thought of the love stories he had written about men and women, he felt very shy. Except for the bookstore owner, he did not dare to let anyone know him in real life. People know, especially when she was still a woman at the beginning...
In order to make more money, he had written several erotic romance books before. They were very erotic. He wrote them all based on his own imagination. Unexpectedly, he was so popular. I heard from the bookstore owner that those few books were very popular. The storybook was extremely popular in the brothel, and it had become a must-read for the prostitutes and hustlers there. After learning about this, he was so frightened that he did not dare to write for a while, for fear that his classmates would know that he was a writer. People who are good at words.
Now that Shichu still wants to read his words, how can he dare to say it? Even for those relatively normal stories about talented scholars and beauties, he didn't want Shichu to see them, for fear that she would guess based on his writing style that he was also the author of erotic storybooks, and then he would really have no shame in showing up at Shichu again. in front of me.
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"Girl, you really can't read it. Mrs. Du, don't ask, you really can't read it..." Zhu Yanli was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He felt ashamed and guilty, for fear that Shichu would know what he had written. Ben will have a bad impression of him.
When Shichu saw his shameful and anxious look, he suddenly understood. He looked at him jokingly and said, "It seems that you have written some great stories..."
She said the word "incredible" in a meaningful way, but Zhu Yanli, who was already feeling guilty, heard her meaningful words and immediately blurted out a retort: "I didn't!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he knew that he was trying to cover up the fact that there was no three hundred taels of silver here. Sure enough, the look he looked at him at the beginning was meaningful. Zhu Yanli was embarrassed for a moment and hurriedly said: "I, I suddenly remembered. I have some important things to do at home, so I have to leave early today. Goodbye, Mrs. Du..."
Then he left as if running away.
When she first looked at his guilty little back, she became even more curious about the story he wrote. She thought that she would have to coax the name of the story out of him in the future. Once she became interested in something, it would be We won’t give up until we reach our goal.
Shi Chu pushed the trolley home alone with a smile, thinking about how to make Zhu Yanli compromise.
But the next day, Zhu Yanli didn't come to help as usual. Shichu couldn't help but wonder if he was still shy, fearing that he would ask him about the script again, so he ran away.
When Shi Chu arrived on the street, he found that everyone was in a much more excited mood. Only then did he learn from the vendor next to him that today was the day when the results would be released.
Zhu Yanli must have had to see his test results today so he didn't have time to help him. It seemed that it wasn't because of Shi Chu's questioning of his script.
At first, I wasn't worried at all that he wouldn't be able to pass the scholar examination. He still had some talent and talent. If he didn't do well in the examination, he wouldn't be in such a good mood to help me make and sell steamed buns these days.
Sure enough, when Shichu returned home from selling the buns, he heard lively chatter and laughter coming from Zhu Yanli's house. The usually quiet little house suddenly became lively, making Shichu's own little house deserted. So pitiful.
But she didn't care at all at first. She was still very happy for the little scholar. With his fame, his status would be different, and the people he would make friends with would be on a higher level. It seems that he will never go with her again in the future. Buns are sold.
It was a pity at the beginning. After all, this little scholar was quite efficient at work and not too busy. If he was not a scholar, she would have wanted to officially hire him as a helper at the beginning. Unfortunately, now she can only think about it. .
