The stall owner is a young man, wearing a white scholar's uniform, although it is a little faded and patched.
Although there are different styles in the four continents, the views of "scholars, farmers, industry and commerce" are all the same, and scholars always feel that they are at a higher level.
Zhou Hefan is an ordinary boy who is preparing to take the exam to become a scholar.
Although it is said that studying is superior, your life in the environment of "Wensheng Academy" is not all that good.
Just talking about the paper, pen, ink and inkstone commonly used by scholars, the price is twice as high as that in other towns. His parents are just farmers. Recently, they met many people doing small jobs in the town. After careful questioning, they found out that the situation in the village was not good.
When he learned that the grain harvest in the village had failed, he immediately contacted several villagers with the money he had saved, and went to the "grain store" in person to buy the cheapest grains. He also hired a carriage to transport them back to the village to solve the urgent need first.
Nowadays, he is so poor that he can only run a small stall to write for others, interpret or think about some couplets used in shops.
Of course, it would be best if someone comes to patronize him. No one has come to his stall for three days. If he hadn't written some couplets for the blacksmith Master Huang a few days ago, he wouldn't even be able to eat steamed buns now.
"Hello, can I borrow a pen?"
Zhou Hefan looked up and saw a young man with an extraordinary temperament carrying a long weapon and a beautiful blue bird on his shoulder appearing in front of him.
After a moment of reaction, he immediately said: "Of course."
He stood up and pushed the paper and brush on the table in front of the boy, indicating that he would use them.
Wei Jing wrote quickly, and of course they were all secret codes. He found that the stall owner did not peek and stood two to three steps back, which greatly increased his favorable impression of him.
He put a piece of silver on the table, thanked the other party and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the other party.
Zhou Hefan held the silver in his hand and said hurriedly: "Sir! I just want to borrow some small things. It doesn't cost ten taels of silver! Even if I have to pay, it only takes two copper coins." You must know that he only needs two taels of silver to buy groceries and a carriage.
Wei Jing also didn't expect the other party to be so honest, so he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have any copper coins, the lowest is only ten silver taels." He also patted the money bag hanging on his waist.
"Please take it back, Master. Anyway, a piece of paper and a little ink are not worth much silver."
"Excuse me, do you have any fame?"
"I am a child."
"Sir, I'm sorry! I see that you are running a stall and you are not rich in clothes. Ten taels of silver should make your life a lot better. Why not?"
Zhou Hefan said seriously: "If I give advice to the young master or complete something that others cannot do, and the value is equal to ten silver dollars, it is reasonable for me to accept it without saying a word.
But now they only provide ordinary paper and a writing brush, which is really a shame. "
Wei Jing began to appreciate him and said: "Good! Sir, a gentleman loves money and gets it in a wise way! How about this, sir, you will receive the money and deduct your expenses, and the excess can be used to help other people or scholars.
Of course, you can also keep it and repay it when you see me again in the future, but on the premise that your life has improved, wouldn't that be better? "
Zhou Hefan hesitated for a while. The situation in the village was really not good, and he was not a stubborn and conservative person. He said respectfully to the young man: "Young master's words are reasonable. I will accept them today, but please leave a famous assassin so that I can repay you later." .”
A famous embroidery is equivalent to a modern business card, but what famous embroidery does Wei Jingyijie have?
Just when he was worried, the black cloth at the end of Chengdao's spear split into a palm-sized piece of cloth, embroidered with a pattern of a petal of a violet flower.
Wei Jing gave the piece of cloth to the other party and said: "My surname is Liu. Take it and keep it close to your body. If we meet in the future, this thing will definitely remind you."
Zhou Hefan was a little at a loss as he held the silk-like famous thorn in his hand. Later he shook his head and thought that Mr. Liu might be an extraordinary person, and he collected extraordinary things with him.
Wei Jing thought that he could go to Li Tianqi to inquire about his father's information in the capital, and there was no need to go to the Shangpin Inn at night to search for his whereabouts. After thinking about it, he knew that many spies were waiting for the murderer or someone to show up. If he didn't go, he would avoid the risk of being exposed.
After all, I arrived just after the dean left, and I don’t know if anyone is waiting for someone to take the bait! Although he didn't know his father's whereabouts, he intuitively felt that his father was still alive.
As for, where did Tong Yixin go? He said that it was already the hour and he would go to have dinner first. He also said that there was no need to wait for him and he would come back by himself tomorrow morning.
Wei Jing, it was only by looking at the sky that he realized it was already almost night. He thought it would be better to go back to Jinyumantang for dinner, so that he could rest immediately afterwards.
After returning, I was led to the second floor by the waiter. Among the sparse guests, I saw Concubine Song Qing sitting at the window and having a meal. Next to her stood the maids headed by Xiaohong, who exuded a cold atmosphere. , making people afraid to approach rashly.
It sounds strange. It is observed that there are not many wealthy guests, but why can semicolons be opened in all the four countries, and even the royal families of the four countries do not stop it?
Sometimes, these guests are not simple, unless... Wei Jing shook his head and stopped thinking about it. What could he do if he thought about it? Get rid of his occupational diseases.
"Mr. Liu, why don't we have dinner together?"
The sudden invitation attracted the attention of all the guests and directed them to Wei Jing.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm honored to be invited by Miss Song."
After he put Cheng Dao beside him, he sat elegantly opposite Song Qingfei. He saw a few light dishes on the table and her gentle and elegant temperament. She was very calm and not dull.
Wei Jing just admired it, but he couldn't get enough of the beauty and temperament. He immediately ordered the waiter: "Ten pounds of beef slices and half a pound of vegetarian noodles will be enough." At the same time, he untied the gourd and drank leisurely.
Smelling the aroma of wine wafting from the gourd, Song Qingfei knew that there were many medicinal ingredients in it. She said, "Mr. Liu, do you want help if you feel unwell?"
Don’t doubt a herbalist’s sense of smell. Even if it is not very good, it is still more sensitive to medicinal materials than ordinary people.
Wei Jing smiled and said, "You paid my wages a long time ago and have already helped me a lot. I don't need to bother you with any small things."
Concubine Song Qing did not speak, but just nodded. Although she and Mr. Liu were moving forward together on the basis of helping each other, it does not mean that others do things for you, and you don’t even have to pay some wages. At least you can see this in the farmer and merchant buffalo. The situation is better than when the person who returned to his hometown took care of him.
That is what the other party should have. Basically, you don't feel that you owe the other party anything. At that time, Mr. Liu accepted it very readily and felt that the other party understood.
Wei Jing probably guessed the other party's intentions. When he was on Earth, he also tended to believe in relationships based on interests, rather than the so-called morality and commitment. When there are some common interests, sometimes relationships are better than blood relationships.
Soon the waiter came up to the second floor, followed by another person, because there were too many things for one person to carry.
The former holds a tray with two plates of small mountain-shaped beef slices on it. The latter is a soup bowl that is as big as the face and exudes a faint scent of green onions. Although it is not as refined as modern ones, it is very good at bringing out the original flavor. outstanding.
They put down the food and left. Concubine Song Qing saw what was in front of her and asked, "Mr. Liu, you haven't come back from the Bai family until now. You must be very hungry."
Wei Jing picked up the gourd and gestured to the other party to raise a glass, and said, "Thank you in advance, Miss Song, for your help in the Bai family."
Although he knew that the other party stood in his direction because of interests, but as Grandpa said, no matter whether the other party is directly or indirectly, the other party's kindness must be repaid and expressed clearly.
Concubine Song Qing offered tea instead of wine and said, "That is a reward for Mr. Liu's kindness. Concubine Qing did not help with anything. This is too hypocritical."
"Then it's all said and done."
Wei Jing took a sip of wine and kept things in his heart. Some things will not be forgotten with time.
Then, he devoured the dishes in a rage, leaving everyone in Xiaohong stunned and open-mouthed. It had been a long time since Concubine Song Qing had no one care about her manners in front of her, so she accidentally laughed out loud "ha".
After eating for a while, Wei Jing heard the laughter and noticed the strange looks around him. He wiped his mouth and asked Concubine Song Qing and others, "Do you also want to eat?"
Everyone: "..."
Seeing everyone who was speechless for a moment, Wei Jing scratched his head and said with a smile: "You're kidding me! Sorry, eating photos seems scary. If you mind, you can sit on the other side."
